Snow is too spring to early

Sitting on the fourth floor, the top of poplar stretching to the fifth floor to the sixth floor, the snow fluttered through the leaves that had not fallen down, gathered, and had the style of ready to go. Leaves no longer show the past, obediently letting snowflakes dance and accumulate. Small leaves become a miniature Hill. The road surface turned white in a short time, and the pine trees were no longer cyan, only bulging snow piles. There were even strings of long footprints on the ground. Looking at such an impressive momentum, I knew that this year must be a cold winter. It is not a little cold, but super cold. Sitting in front of the window, I didn’t know the direction of my heart. I didn’t know the hometown of my soul. There was only a vast white world. Along the river, the scenery of silver snakes dancing in the mountains and the original wax elephant had already appeared. In the snowy night, I forgot the armor stream, and even forgot all the possible cold wind. Only the warm light is what my heart depends on. I don’t know where the spring scenery buried deep in the snow is forgotten. I don’t know where the eyes that can penetrate the soul are embedded. I only know that the world is so bright, so beautiful and so cold. However, Snow White thought it was late in spring and pretended to be a garden tree as a flying flower. I envied Han Yu’s elegance. I could write poems against my bosom friends, drink in a big bowl and eat meat in a big mouthful. Walking on the road, pieces of snowflakes covered my head and instantly became snowmen. Although it was not as big as goose feather, it was only the size of chicken feather. It was just silvery white and felt a little bit like walking under the pear tree. It’s just that there is no spring, and I just feel that the wind is everywhere, which can take away all the heat of your body for a moment. At this time, I was thinking about the warm spring and blooming season, full of warmth, full of vitality, no bleak aftertaste, no shrinking branches, all of which were lush and luxuriant, looking at the green world looking at the silvery white world, I feel that every color has irreplaceable vitality. I was still afraid of winter, especially when I saw the poplar with bare leaves on the roadside, I suddenly felt pity. I clearly knew that it was just the reincarnation of life. There is thick snow everywhere, countless flowers are buried under the snow, and the season of chrysanthemum has passed. I don’t know if it can experience the cold winter. In previous years, I would move them upstairs early and leave them beautifully. But this year, I live in school and seldom go home. Even if I have time, I still want to spend it in school. I think there are all lovely children and humorous colleagues, and I don’t think there is too much living space. But I think, real life can experience any season, or the fall of life is not worth regret. Suddenly, as the spring breeze comes in the night, thousands of trees and pears bloom, and six petals of snowflakes Bloom extremely luxuriant. In any corner of the Earth, they can be rendered and arranged, even at the Riverside and small intersection, it was so thick and pure that I took a deep breath, which was full of quiet coolness without the common dust in the air. At this time, you will always be refreshed. It is a pity that there is no sparse plum blossom. Whether it is Rose or sallow, it is a kind of quietness and fullness in the snow field. I like the strength and thickness of life. The flying Spirit naturally has a graceful and graceful poetry, but those individuals who can carry happiness and vicissitudes can give people the passion and motivation to strive forward. The snow of meishun is a little white, but the snow is a little fragrant. I like a few red plum blossoms on the snow field, and I like to smell the faint fragrance of plum blossoms in the silvery world, that kind of life contrast has irreplaceable beauty and elegance. Although the trend of life tends to be comfortable and people’s aesthetics tends to be novel, the beauty and yearning deposited in the blood may never be eliminated and annihilated. Snow flutters, the dancing world is waking up, and the desire of soul is appealing. Those buried dust, those withered branches and leaves will become white and flawless in the world of snow, and become agile and light. Life is bred in the deepest place. On a certain spring day, countless lives will have infinite vitality and colorful colors. 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. 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Not regret cycle?

In the afternoon, the fog did not dissipate, and the world was dense. Looking up at the sky, I just saw a few meters in vain. Inevitably heart bursts confusion. Sorrow does not decrease but it is added. In such a cold day, my heart gradually became low and confused. Nothing, just walked to the window casually. Out of the window, the withered branches and branches swing freely in the wind, and there is no flourishing appearance of the past. In the blurred fog shadow, a few dead leaves were still holding on the branches alone, fluttering in the wind without direction. Maybe that was the last struggle! Who knows whether it still stops on the branch after today? Maybe the wind stopped, the fog dispersed, the world became quiet, and the leaves fell to the ground floating! But everyone knows that it will be the soil of life that withered leaves are proud! Dead leaves also have their own pride, and dead leaves also have their own pride. Even if they are scattered, they are willing to struggle in the world, see all the prosperity and return to the soil, that is the reincarnation of dead leaves without regrets in their whole life. How many people have reached the end of the other shore, wanting to turn back and see clearly: In the dream of the previous life, did they really have no regrets like dead leaves? But at the beginning of life, how many people can really prepare for a rainy day? Until the oil runs out, the lights are dead, the leaves are falling, and the flowers are broken. Then I remembered: This life is over, and there are still many things that have not been finished; There are still many people who have no chance to meet each other. If today’s fate is over, love is over. Even if the dead leaves can continue to shake in the wind at this time, how much can they recover? Maybe it can only add a lot of worries? Dead leaves have the pride of dead leaves! Even if it is scattered into mud, it is just a horn on the way to the next life. I believe that in the dream of the next life, dead leaves will be more gorgeous and enchanting. How can people be so proud? After today, there will still be Ming Dynasty. What about this life? Who can understand the afterlife? Even if I expect it, it is just a dream! When the flowers bloom on the other side, the love has dissipated. However, there was no choice but a bowl of Meng Po soup beside the bridge, which made people forget all the things before. This life will come again, and when it comes to the end of life, it will be affectionate, and it can only be in the dream of this life. Who can be like a dead leaf, the reincarnation of life without regret? Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Clear around the finger, look at the fleeting time lightly

Flowers bloom on the other side, whose sadness falls all over the floor? Turning around magnificently, whose missing is lengthened by the smile of the past? Whose eyes are moistened by the fragrant story? Who is waiting for the return of the voyage with eternal deep feelings? Crossing the threshold of fleeting time, I floated in the cloud of years, listening to another clear voice. I don’t understand what kind of spring is blooming on Earth, giving you unforgettable memories. In your blue poem, what a strange woman on earth will turn into your poetic soul, accompanying you every Sunrise morning and Sunset dusk. Perhaps, you are originally the blue sky high above, and the vast ocean is born to be your warm embrace. There, the scenery is beautiful, and every time the tide rises and falls, it touches your heartstrings. There, Hai’s daughter, as pure and beautiful as an Angel, shines your smile. You dream that she will stretch out her white wings and lead you to sing and dance among the eternal heaven and earth. Therefore, you are sentimentally attached to the first beautiful encounter Time, which turns the verdant years into a poem like flowers, sending out the unreachable warmth. You expect to cast your figure into her heart forever, in exchange for her lifelong attachment and lingering. But do you know that her vast and boundless heart contains not only your sky, but also white clouds and continuous green mountains, the soaring eagle her world is colorful. What you leave her is only the story of that month of that year, not the rock-solid earth. Because in her world, it is hard to stop the stars from turning around. Every time the tide rises and falls, it is bound to make the beach of memory engulf some old past events. Running in the tide of time, you are just like a cloud passing by, leaving a momentary shadow; Like a gust of wind passing by, lifting the ripples of circles, and then returning to calm nature. But this moment has become the tie of your whole life. You want to freeze it as eternal luck, just like a leaf. Even if it withered, you should dry it into a touching poem, mark your time. You dip ink into poetry, either thick or light, which are all paintings of ink and wash painting with the same theme and different colors, which outline the edge of missing deeply and shallow. Unlimited scenery in the distance. People are like this. The nearby scenery turns a blind eye to it. Even if it is as fresh as green mountains and rivers, and as flawless as blue sky and white clouds, it can’t reach the distant scenery that has never been seen before. It seems that the sky there is always bluer than elsewhere, the clouds there are whiter than elsewhere, and the grass and trees there are also greener than elsewhere. Don’t you know that what is far away is not necessarily the beautiful scenery. Even if it is the beautiful scenery you like, sometimes it is difficult to reach the footprints. The tangled feelings and thoughts create an illusory Sea City Chen building, missing encourages your desire to fly over the sea. How do you expect the wind and frost of reality to freeze your flying wings? You are still picking up the fragments of memory constantly, and your footprints are full of the melancholy of Twilight. A wisp of thought spread on the sea; A gentle place, Haggard who’s face? I know that time is easy to grow old without lovers; I also understand that time is like a song around your fingers. Deep or shallow memories are hidden in everyone’s heart. Deep and shallow, like a trickle stream flowing slowly, all warm our life path; Like melodious music, beating the notes of meeting and parting. No matter what the story of folding Willows is, time will always guide us to trace the source from time to time and feel every time the willows are dark and bright, and the chivalrous bones are soft. Indulged in the moon and flowers in the mirror, it would lose our direction. Therefore, I like to listen to the song “Cloud Water Zen heart” in the floating tea fragrance, release the noisy mind in the melodious Sanskrit of henggu, obtain the calmness of life and feel the Zen of life, it is like standing on the green mountains and waters, relaxed and happy; It is also like being alone in the cold river, leisurely and comfortable. Every time the flowers bloom and fall, it is a clear sound around the ears. If you can watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, watch the clouds and clouds in the sky, remember the traces of life with your usual mind, and let the clear tones linger in the deep feelings of the years, accompanying us through the long road of life, the dry soul will see the vibrant oasis. The years are bitter, and the years are fragrant. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…