Snow fell silent

It was such a cold season again. The lead-colored clouds hung on the top of the head low and low. The sky was covered with a layer of light gray, and the snowflakes were flying all over the sky, rising and falling without any sound. Along this tortuous river, it went against the wind. The world is as quiet as before, unconsciously, covered with frost and snow, stretching out the cold hands, where the wind passes, pieces of snowflakes are like white butterflies, falling gently from my fingers, sliding together, the time in this world is so colorful that it looks like old photos faded by years. The lines like water, the shadows like blue, the black and white interlaced, the mountains and rivers, the thousands of years of resentment in the world of mortals, thousands of emotions and sorrows spread over and over, and the scene faded away gradually. He stopped, leaned against the handrail, bowed to the Earth, closed his eyes and held his breath, and sighed softly. Since then, when love was filled, I really wanted to get drunk happily, then shake off my sad heart and move forward alone. However, I often indulge in those dream-like confusion, crying alone and unable to extricate myself. Perhaps, life is like this, full of contradictions and struggles. The love of the world of mortals, moving forward, fell into the endless abyss, backward, snow had covered the road back. Therefore, I put my hands together and made a devout pilgrimage; But before that, my soul had been guilty. I was full of devotion and kowtow to the Buddha; During this time, my body had drifted too far, too far. I am not addicted to the world of mortals, but I was born in the world of mortals. I can’t escape from the fate, the prison of desire, and the thousand-year love, hate and love idiots in the world of mortals. The heart is covered with dust, not like the lotus in front of the Buddha, but the sludge is not dyed. The snow fell silently, and the empty and depressed streetscape seemed to be separated by an old dream. In the past, the warm and quiet time in the old building, which was gently taken into his arms, was abruptly gathered into a narrow and gloomy space by the silent snow curtain, and gradually became moldy. Squatting down, looking down, the white snow covered with flowers that have not yet fallen, dry yellow and thin, lingering. No flower can shine on the branch forever, just like the love in the world, which period will not be knocked down by the trifles of life, drifting in the long river of time without any sound. The so-called everlasting and everlasting, you are just a helpless frustrated person, a beautiful lie on the paper. After watching it for a long time and listening to it too much, people would choose to believe themselves and others. In the rolling world of mortals, the two went forward together, warming each other and helping each other, which became the form of love. However, there is no more feeling of heart shaking and dying at that time. If the flower in my hand is zeroed, it will bloom again in spring next year. One flower is gone and the other one is open. The branch of spring will never be lonely. The same is true in life. No one only encounters a love in his life. When the previous relationship ends, there will be new feelings to fill the vacancy. However, once upon a time, who lost his mind and who missed his fleeting time? At this moment, I suddenly realized that life was just like flowers blossoming and fading. It didn’t matter who was more or less. Everything in this world is like a dream. When time is poured out, the empty life is less than the trace of blue birds scratching the sky. The snow began to dance gracefully, just like that night, the glittering petals fell from the happy tree, soft and lingering. Time flows away inch by inch. In the flowing light of the world, I am old and slim. 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