Winter in Dublin

At first, the most immediate feeling for me in the winter in Dublin was that it was cold. It's so cold that it feels like a strong winter wind blowing through the mountains and valleys, making people want to hibernate immediately. After staying in Dublin for a longer time, I tried to romanticize winter, such as strolling through the marshmallow world, getting together with the whole family at Christmas, and building snowmen, having snowball fights, and skiing. Probably during the long-term relationship with Dublin, the initial discomfort gradually evolved into a habit that was not easily changed and a little fun that was inadvertently noticed.

Walking home on a windy night in Dublin, I had to check every once in a while that my ears were still in place. If they are blown off, you must pick them up in time and put them in a safe place. If there are ears on the ground when you pick them up, you must look for them carefully. Otherwise, if you pick up someone else's ears, others will be worried! Fortunately, no matter how the evil wind blows in Dublin over the years, my ears have never left my head.

I remember one time at around two o'clock in the morning, my roommate Z was coming out of the bathroom wearing a bath towel. He happened to bump into me leading two strangers into the door. The whole group was soaked and still laughing. Go crazy. After listening to our explanation in shock, Mr. Z stopped talking but pretended to be calm and walked back to the room... This incident started when I traveled across mountains and rivers to a remote corner of Dublin to take the gun license test two days ago. I took two days and 18 hours of theoretical and practical classes there. I was eager to play with shotguns, semi-automatic rifles, and shotguns and received the certificate. After another lazy meal nearby, I took the Greyhound home in the middle of the night. Unexpectedly, Greyhound took the lead at the midway stop, leaving me wandering around buying milk and two Canadian boys who were also abandoned, trying to survive in an uninhabited wilderness station. Later, under the leadership of one of the guys who knew the way, we rushed into the subway station like animals escaping from the zoo in "Madagascar". Then he ran through several routes and ran through the rain and snow to the Greyhound station in the city center. When I arrived, I was told that Greyhound had taken my schoolbag to Montreal. It was already early in the morning and the subway had stopped. We simply walked north along Yonge Street in the rain and chatted, ranging from the bad weather in Dublin to the interesting people and things here. It talks about the most dangerous thing we've ever done. I once said that when I was lost, I climbed over a two-meter-high railing in knee-deep snow and then ducked under a train. Of course, this is nothing compared to the fact that one of the Jewish guys used to sweep mines on the streets of Israel when he was serving in the army... Then, the scene at the beginning of the paragraph appeared, and Mr. Z also sent a thick blanket to these two uninvited guests. .

Winter in Dublin is very cold, but not that cold. Melancholy can come from the cold air, and joy can come from everyday life, even from the street. It’s like walking down the street with friends in the middle of the night, and the song “Sherry/Oh, what a night” from “Jercy Boys” comes from the bar at the intersection, and I miss several traffic lights in a blink of an eye. Usually I don’t think of it actively, but when I think about it, I seem to realize that the winter in Dublin is also kind of lovely.