Winter,

When the cold wind started, the remaining rays of temperature slipped away quietly. The air-dried mood trembled slightly in the pale sunshine. There were several cold winters in my sorrowful eyes. When I raised my head, the bitter liquid overflowed to that soft place, leaving deep imprints like sulfuric acid. The distant shore was more distant in the blur, as if the breeze blew gently, and I didn’t know where to go. Even the memory of that time was unconsciously weathered. With the winter, a vast expanse of white and cold flowers came out and passed away when touching the ground, leaving only a moment of sigh and sigh. The withered branches held the head of despair and stabbed the bare wooden branches to the distant sky. The fragments were the shadows of the gray sky. Time went too hastily. In a hurry, even a little faint missing was taken away. What was left was unprepared collapse and blankly flooding. The fallen leaves in late autumn have now slept peacefully in the warm and stocky arms of the Earth. The softly murmured flowers like moonlight in the dream are swaying in the snow curtain all over the sky, when will the stars in the night sky go to sleep when they are swaying in the eyes staring at the Broken Bridge. Sleep and wake up, cycle day by day. The road, covered with yellow thoughts, was replaced by white lonely shadow in the lonely walking, stubbornly stretching to the next unknown winter. Even though, I don’t know how cold it is. Looking forward to the next barren rain in this world, flooding all isolated islands. In the end, only the ripples on the calm water were left. In a trance, everything happened, nothing happened, and there was no way to verify. Because, winter,. Frozen the rapidly rotating and changing world. In silence, my hands clasped on my chest hang down feebly. Waiting for the flowers to bloom, spring will come again, and the tide will rise and fall again. The Four Seasons ignore the hope of this tiny stranger, leaving behind the irony of flower failure on this bank and flower blooming on the other bank. The struggling mood like vines gradually sank into the endless dark abyss of winter. Ice, seal. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…