Bitter Beautiful Winter

Bitter Beautiful Winter Winter is a season known by all creatures, No longer a foreign yet a friend but an enemy Beautiful is the atmosphere, Bitter is the cause and Winter is the name I used to love and hate it, when I was young, back in the days, when I was a scholar. Awaken by an alarm clock early in the morning at six, having to get off bed and run to the bath. Oh yes, the touch of warm water on my light skin, hating to mention it but I would sometimes sleep inside for a couple of minutes, not by choice but rather cause. Oh yes, how nice it was that I had my room warmed up by a heater, but I guess that’s one of the few advantages I had for having had good parents. Going to school was bitter with beauties, unlike those “cheese ‘boys and girls”, I didn’t have special teachers teaching at home, but had to run after education. Sitting still would be a big problem, for one would always try to warmth oneself by rubbing against anything. Answering the teacher’s questions would also be a big problem in a manner that students wouldn’t risk their efforts of raising up their hands; known stars would also turn stupid. Noises would be made but lowered, not because of choice but rather cause, no longer of words but teeth. To the science students, learning from books would no longer be necessary as they would be learning from experience. To the commercial students, theory would no longer be important, as practices would be best. In casual times, being fat would be an advantage and the fit ones would grow fat. To those who loved nature, taking photos would be a hobby, because that’s when Winter is bitter with beauties.