Small sense of Winter (II)

For some reason, the winter in Yantai this year is particularly dry. The solar term of light snow has already passed, but there is still not a trace of snow floating in the air. It seems that the God in charge of the rotation of Four Seasons has forgotten to give the Holy decoration to the lower world in this season. Although it was sunny outside, the temperature was still very low. Students who just came out of the teaching building unconsciously wrapped their clothes tightly. The flagstone pavement under the feet monotonously reflects the light at noon in winter, which makes people feel a little chilly coolness in their hearts. The street lamp pole painted with black paint on the roadside stood up coldly with a livid face in the cold wind. Those tall poplars beside him could not stand the raging wind in the past few days. They had already shaken off most of the leaves. At first glance, they looked like people who suffered heavy mental losses, staring at the passers-by hurriedly on the road. Several pieces of dead leaves left on the top of the high tree were turned around unwillingly under the cold wind blowing from time to time. There are light gray thin clouds floating in the sky in the distance, so the sky does not look very clear. There was a thick layer of dust on the Holly and Cedar beside the road not far away. Wisteria had already reduced the prosperous appearance in summer, and it was thin and rugged on the top of the stone corridor. The dark green grass on the lower slope crawled quietly on the gray-black ground like a devout pilgrimage. Outside the South Gate, the rice seller in the staff canteen was rubbing his hands to attract passers-by passing by sporadically. A little far away in the small square in front of the school doctor’s hospital, several old people are looking after the children wrapped in thick winter clothes. In the lengthy underground corridor leading to the West School, the light was still listless. It seems that there is no division between night and day in this world. At the end of the corridor is connected with the road paved by rough square bricks. At this moment, what comes into view is an endless lonely scene: in the Depression, a large area of declining weeds are stretching in disorder; At the edge of the Highland, A few bare tall elm trees stand woodenly; On the distant mountain, yellow trees are scattered on the high slope like iron wires. A few black Magpies were on the high branches, shouting loudly as if no one was around. Outside the West school gate is a pavement paved by ochre red square bricks. The road which is just dozens of meters is naturally divided into several sections due to the presence or absence of light. When walking on the road, it is like shuttling between different temperature belts. At the end of the pavement is a spacious sea-watching Road. Looking up, what jumped into the view is still a lonely and bleak scene. He went back to the restaurant of East School again with heavy steps. At that time, there were only a few people dining in the large restaurant. After finishing the meal symbolically, when I was about to get up and leave, I saw a strong Tibetan mastiff lying on the window edge of the opposite balcony by accident. Although I was a little scared in my heart, I still dared to lean over slowly. In front of the half-open window, a young girl was gently stroking the head of the Tibetan mastiff stretching through the window. After a while, the girl closed the window slowly, and the Tibetan mastiff withdrew back to her crescent-shaped nest very obediently. After visiting this small territory silently, it chose a place with light to lie down quietly. Behind it were those fatong and Acacia which had already fallen leaves. Several rays of light from the western sky passed through its forehead and directly shot on the cold and stiff cement board. Seeing this scene, I can’t help sighing from the bottom of my heart: Ah, you, the elf of plateau and the pride of nature, you should have galloped in your own vast wilderness, at this time, I had to commit myself to such a despicable place. Such a huge contrast is seen by people who have a heart, how can they not have thousands of emotions? How can we not feel sad? How can we not keep sighing? Suddenly, the Tibetan mastiff slowly raised its head, and in a flash our eyes gathered together. Suddenly, I was shocked by its eyes. There was endless melancholy and desolation in its eyes. Soon it lowered its head again. However, the scene at that moment brought me into the deep memory. Large pieces of gray and black clouds piled up in the sky, and the whole wilderness seemed extremely vast from a distance. The ground has already become wet, and the asphalt road is becoming more and more dark and shiny under the washing of rainwater. Suddenly, a pet dog covered with mud climbed out from behind a low bush beside the road. It is so thin that every bone on the body can be seen from time to time; It is so weak that it seems that the bone can hardly hold the thin body; It is so lonely again, like a withered leaf in the autumn wind, with a miserable back to the vast wilderness. However, it can be inferred from its carefully decorated curly hair that it must have had a decent life before. It shook the mud on its body feebly, as if it was about to fall down. Perhaps driven by instinct, it is alert to realize that there are people around. It turned back slowly and glanced at me. I was shocked by its eyes instantly. The expression in my eyes was so complicated: helplessness, fear, desolation and even hatred, which made me, an unintended passer, unable to let go for a long time. When I came back to my mind again, the dead leaves had moved away slowly with the falling Twilight. The bitter and strong cold wind shook the large branches on the high ground from side to side, A round of pale yellow sunset on the west sky is falling slowly. Gradually, the scenery in the fourth field was coated with a layer of gray. When the last ray of light was hidden behind Mount Phoenix, the old day declared to retreat forever. Where the sunset falls, the sunset glow in the dim sky is like a belt, and the bright new day seems to come soon. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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Talk About Love

Dormitory chat, speaking of love. A friend disappeared for several days, and later she learned that she stayed in the dormitory all day long because of breaking up with snacks and rolls of paper on the table. And she looked at the sensational Korean TV series with tears and snot. When I saw her, she curled up on the seat with a pillow in front of her. Her hair was yellow and messy into a pile of withered branches and fallen leaves. The computer is still playing sad stories as always. The whole dormitory is covered with a damp depression like rust and the sluggish sunshine outside the window. I knew how lively, lovely, optimistic, cheerful and beautiful this friend was at ordinary times, and I was really surprised by her appearance which was shown in front of others in such a decadent and sluggish way. Maybe it was because that women were too emotional, and they couldn’t get their feelings back after they were placed out. Therefore, this friend who always smiled brightly would say to me in a low voice: I’m really not willing to give up. I watched tears flow out of her big eyes, slowly down along the outline of her cheek, shaking at her delicate chin, and then dripping. At that moment, I also seemed to feel sad. Perhaps, this is the pain that love should teach us. When I was young, I always had beautiful fantasies about love. I imagined that he and I should have a beautiful encounter. If life is just like the first sight. The first time I saw it was in the misty water of West Lake, on the slightly wet bluestone bridge, holding a oiled paper umbrella, Xu Xian gently lifted Bai Suzhen. Or, at the moment Baoyu lifted up Daiyu, in the dark fragrance of her sleeves, the four eyes were opposite, which was the legend of the fairy flower of Langyuan which had been reincarnated for thousands of years. Another sentence was: I have seen this younger sister. Then, start the story of two people. Take yourself as the charming heroine in the love drama, and there will be a handsome and gentle prince. The Love Path of the two will be nine twists and eighteen turns, which is soul-stirring. When I was young, I was always extremely brave and pure. I was looking forward to being soul-stirring to be unforgettable. However, nowadays, the young heart is gradually rational and mature after the annual rings of years are polished. The fantasy feelings of Young Girls in Flower season have faded away. They don’t expect thrilling feelings any more, but they always believe in love. Perhaps, we still have a wonderful first meeting, but this first meeting was in an ordinary party, in an ordinary group activity, in a simple trip out, in countless lives, we met each other, then met each other, and finally fell in love. I met you, you met me, so we had our story. This story does not need to be special or vigorous. As long as the story belongs to two people, it is meaningful even if it is simple. Once another friend told me that her love in middle school was very warm and sweet. She said that when two people were together, they would lie on the lawn behind the classroom in a quiet afternoon, doing nothing and breathing the fragrance of the soil with the green grass. I will listen to the sound of insects and birds together on the lake full of Catkins and in the Light Night breeze. He would smile at her with a cup of steaming soya-bean milk under the dormitory in the winter morning. Before falling asleep, she would receive his phone call, with a warm voice coming out, saying a simple good night. When she said these memories, her face was full of happiness. This is the love in my school days. In the beautiful age when I was in love, there was a unique purity and romance. Very common things can be moved to a mess. In hot films and TV plays, young men and women are talking about sad or happy love one after another, on campus, in society, in family, the love on the screen shows their joys and sorrows, but there is always a feeling that makes me look at the flowers through the fog. We say that there are more unknowns in real life, which is much more complicated than films and TV plays. But at the same time, the love in life is much simpler than the bizarre coincidence in the play. How to treat it is only idealism. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…