I do not know why, every Christmas will make me feel a sense of sadness.
Another year of Christmas.
Even in the Northwest such a lonely town, clip wrapped Christmas flavor of wind or unannounced. Christmas street neon flashing lifted early, large and small gifts and cards covered with branches, Santa Claus in the window across the thick glass smiling waving passers. Everything seems to have a great taste, but less of a swirl of snow.
Christmas Eve night, I came home from school one. Passing a new dress shop, warm and bright, like a fairy story as sweet and dreamy, but I felt a distinct chill of cold, may be cold because of it, I do not consciously tightened the scarf around his neck, continue to move forward. Went to a corner, I thought I saw a familiar picture. That was The Little Match Girl curled up in the corner to ignite faint candlelight, I even saw a candlelight stove, knife and fork stuck in the back of a big delicious roast duck, and smiling kindly grandmother. Then gradually extinguished the fire, leaving the thin little girl shivering and crying in the cold, and in the corner not far from the joy of Christmas songs.
Not every Christmas is dazzling, and been forgotten corner of Christmas, those in the cold wind drag light of hope.
My eyes moist, I suddenly felt that the song is very far away. Then I was patted corner of the screen is gone, I know that this is fantasy. A little girl, "Sister, there is an apple?" Nice voice clarity of a pair of eyes issued. I looked at her, blushed a little uncomfortable again. Oops, apple while stocks. I was about to open was stopped, "my sister, Merry Christmas." Girl from behind is offering a big red apple, smiling bloom. I froze, just tears not yet dispersed, and a layer of fog off. I took the apple and said thank you, the girl said, bluntly, a five dollars, not expensive. I Zhengzhu, holding hands with cold froze apples, stinging. I bought apples, walking and eating, but coming down the win