Vicky - Yang Yanping - #0505020247

“Yanping, hurry up! You’re late!”…A voice struck me repeatedly. With marks of sleep upon my eyelids, I got up and prepared to set off. Then I opened the door and a shivering cold breeze hit my body. Without paying attention, I slipped and fell. Then I saw that the ground all around me was covered with a thick layer of ice, and it was too slippery to walk on solidly. This time, I physically understood the expression “Like walking on ice.” I got up carefully and continued my journey. I thought it would be only 15 minutes to get to the bus stop, but because of the chilly wind and ice, it seemed to be a much longer time.

30 minutes later, I reached the stop. An upset crowd was waiting there, and I joined them. One, two, three…minutes had passed, very few buses came and they were full of passengers. Seeing this, some people left and some were complaining. Surrounded by different noise, I imagined the possible scene in the market. “Are my parents busy working? They must be very busy…Then a voice said, “How about taking a taxi? Who’s going to join us?” Looking at the time, I decided to join them. However, few taxis stopped and they all asked a high price. It was going to be 08:30 and the price could not be lowered, so we got into one. But that was not the end.

On the bridge, the taxi crawled along because of the ice. I implored the driver to drive faster, but it didn’t help. Nearly an hour later, I arrived.

That day, it snowed heavily and snowflakes fell. I thought that it would be a hard morning the next day, but the ice on the bridge was cleared that afternoon because the soldiers worked so hard.

This was only one day in the holiday storm. The transportation was blocked by the storm. The electrical power was cut off in some places. But because of the existence of the soldiers, everything became normal again.