The memory

It's snowing. It's snowing
The children shouted in the yard, and all the children around the house burst into the pot, and they all ran out, embracing the sky with their arms open, and letting the snowflakes wantonly fall on their shoulders.
Ordinarily, snow in the north is not what strange, this year is also snow. But it seems that this year's snow is a little bit late.
No one would have thought that it would be the last real snow they had experienced in their life.