Morning Capriccio

In this cold morning, when I opened the window, the slight wind blew my face. I didn’t feel cold at this time, but immersed myself in the pleasant breeze. In front of my eyes, there were several tall trees. The sparse leaves on the branches were just like the teeth of the old man who had not fallen off. The leaves were yellow in autumn, but haggard in winter. I think, what will happen to people in this season? Is it as gaunt as leaves? When they see the scene of early winter, will they feel hurt? How many spring and autumn years have people been busy in the world? When they get old and older, they are just like the leaves in this winter. After suffering from the wind and frost, after experiencing the scorching cold of the world, what is left? Only memory, but memory brings more heart injury to oneself. The leaves swaying in the wind in the morning, I really envy you, you are withered and fallen, and the next year is full of green, and people, time does not leave people, human life is just like a quarter of leaves, just a quarter! Under the tree, someone was sweeping the fallen leaves. There were some wet marks on the ground. It must have rained last night. Yes, after the rain, the snow should come soon. I don’t know which corner it is hiding in at this moment. Oh, I suddenly understand that winter rain is the lover of winter snow. Winter rain comes to the world, moistens the Earth, and mottles a few tears on the path. Winter snow comes to the world for lovers, wrapped in a layer of white, in order to prove how much it loves winter rain, it tightly embraces the winter rain that has passed away in the years and permeated into the earth, and then it also disappears in the spring of the next year. I think they must be a happy couple among the flowers in spring. At this time, a young man downstairs pulled a young woman and walked through a piece of bluestone steps. His back was misty in the morning. The sound of the piano coming from nowhere, a pleasant faint, just like the faint jasmine fragrance floating in the distance, drunk me. The first ray of sunshine hit my side face. No one could compare with me for the leisure and comfort at this time. In a trance, I also became the Prince in the painting once. I stared at the silence in the morning, and couldn’t stop it. I could only write it into my memory. When I opened the memory box one day, I would be intoxicated. Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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…