Someone
The snow kept coming down, quietly, ghost-like, covering the land deeper and deeper. It seemed as if it would go on forever .It was the first snowfall of his first year in a strange city.
He looked through the window and felt like diving into the snow and burying himself in its softness. He was born in winter, so he got the name “Dong”.
Dong, who comes from a farming family, and enrolled in a university last fall .Young and inexperienced, he is eager to learn from the teachers. Though unprepossessing to look at he is highly intelligent. When talked about his appearance, a sense of guilty always spread in his heart.
Staring at his face, you will find that he has two brown double eye lid eyes lifelessly inlaid in the rough and yellow face .There was a kindness in those eyes, and they always showed his every emotion. Making him so easy to read.His bushy eyebrows like the Crescent moon hanging in the empty sky waiting for the angel’s caress. Under the flat nose, there lies a mouth with two sausage-like lips, and When he laughs, we can see his uneven teeth. Generally speaking he has long and thin face and curly black hairs hang over on the quadrate head. It seems that all the ugly things in the world all gathered on his head. But he is not ugly at all, instead, a little handsome.
To one’s relief .Being a little tall and slim makes him know as the most “sexy”boy in his department. He is popular with men as he is with women. He always wears casual clothes like jeans and T-shirt. His friends think he looks very professional and objective in a dark suit.
He is not good at communicating with others and he don’t know how to be a friend. He shares the same personality with winter, cold but pure, empty but quiet . People all think he is mysterious and hard to get along with. Usually he always puts a smile on his face and pretends to be happy. But who knows the scar hide behind the smile ?
winter has come, farewell to the sun, it's getting colder every single day. Winter is in his heart, he counts the hour every single day that lonesome time is too sad to be true.
He steps back and looks into the mirror, precisely, the boy in the mirror is me.
