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 Lost  
I don’t like winter, because I don’t enjoy the coldness and heaviness of it. I don’t like winter, because I hate the gray sky and the sleeping earth.  
This is the fourth day I've been lost. I was walking in the woods and the wind became stronger and stronger. The small cloud above me turned into a thick white cloud, slowly rising and expanding, and gradually covering the sky. It's starting to snow lightly. I looked up at the sky, where the snowflakes were dancing, and suddenly I felt large flakes of snow on me. The wind roared and a blizzard came in an instant, the darkness merged with the sea of snow, and everything became pitch black. I was lost in a sea of trees within a snowstorm. I felt a biting cold. I was not wearing the proper shoes and clothes; my clothes were not warm enough for me to walk without fear. I am too tired and cold. The cold wind made my face blush and hurt, it also pushed the big leaning tree on the side of the road over. The tree fell down.   
I walked aimlessly, struggling to move in the blizzard; my hands were so cold that they hurt, and there was darkness surrounding me. I didn’t know how far I had walked, nor how long I had walked, but then, I saw a little light, so I ran towards the light. I moved like an insect chasing the fire. I walked through the dense forest and came to a clearing. It was a wooden house hidden in the forest.  
I knocked on the door of the cabin, and found it was unlocked, so I pushed the door open and entered. It was a cozy hut, with a fireplace in the corner and a fire burning inside. There was dry and stale bread on the table. I took the dry bread and put a $50 bill on the table, and went outside to get some snow to put it in a cup. Then, I placed it next to the fireplace to let it melt, and ate the bread with the snow water. When I had eaten and drank enough, my clothes and shoes were dry. I felt very warm, and I thought it didn’t matter if I had to walk for another day.   
At this time, there was a knock on the door. I thought the person on the other side must be the owner of the hut or another passerby lost in the snowstorm. I got up, walked over, and opened the door.  
I don’t like winter, because I don’t want the coldness and heaviness of winter. I don’t like winter, because I hate the gray sky and the sleeping earth. I don’t like winter, because I know my shoes will get wet from the winter.  
This is the fourth day I’ve been lost. I was walking in the endless, deep forest. Suddenly, a cold wind blew,  I raised my head and looked at the sky, I saw snowflakes falling slowly.  
 
 
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