the snow

A snow which has been longed so much, came finally.
I like the snow, because there is good memory in the snow; I like the snow, more because more nice memory can be created in snowing days.
There was no real so-called snow during my high school’s three year. That’s what I have always been pity for. There should be a scene of my classmates and I playing in the snow. But it could never happen anymore.
It’s the first year of my college life. When the weather turned cold, I started asking friends here about if there would be snow in Richmond. But the answer had always been no. But last weekend, it gave me an best answer. Again, it’s March, again, it’s the big snow of the early spring.
White and flawless snow covers everything, but it could the cover people’s excitement, craziness.
That night, I and lots of my friends had a snow battle. That’s what I call creating memory. I love my friends.