Last winter Koji

The new year is coming in a few days, which is the most important festival in the hearts of ordinary people. At this time, migrant workers are rushing home for the new year, and some shops on the street have already closed down. The vegetable market is much colder than before. Drops of rain drifted in from the outside of the umbrella, and there was no biting chill. It seems that there will be no more snow in this winter. I was wearing a long thin cotton suit, and the soft scarf circled my neck. The curly hair that was repaired once a year had already been very long. I don’t know what I am busy? Anyway, I feel that something is too busy. When buying vegetables, he raised his head and saw a man squeezing towards me, rushing to me like something happened. He thought he was buying vegetables. He gave me a concentrated look and then left. People who come and go, thank you for your eyes staying on me. No matter how low-key a woman is, she will not reject being noticed. It’s just a light face, and there is no fragrance like flowers. Lonely seasonal wind is flowing, Heart is also flowing, fate is also flowing. It gets dark, one buys vegetables, one cooks, and one eats. Wandering alone in time, consuming yourself in busyness. Record the moment with words, cultivate the soul with music, and hide in the dark to feel the boundless world. I like to use words to string together into an unconspicuous scenery to commemorate my thin life. Since last year, I will be one year older. If you can, I hope to give it to others. Looking forward to growing up in my childhood, I remembered that when I was 19 years old, I suddenly felt that I didn’t want to grow up. Later, I grew up in panic and finally became numb. By now, I have forgotten my age. Age is just a string of numbers, and some things will become more touching with time. Experience is the most precious paint, which can be painted with a blueprint of time and engraved in temperament. In this depressing winter, my mood was also dull for a long time. Even if there is no physical problem, there will always be some discomfort in every physiological period. After adapting to it for almost half of my life, I will still be troubled. During a woman’s physiological period, only a woman knows that the inexplicable depression needs the care of a person who knows well. One day, one month, one year, I survived alone. My heart became stronger and stronger, and I forgot a smell. Knowing how beautiful and happy love can imagine, everyone can’t place more happiness on others. No one must be good to whom, only who is willing to be good to whom. It is a blessing to meet, but it is the truth that you cannot meet. A few days ago, I saw Xiao Qiang, the first beauty in Taiwan in the very quiet distance program. I deeply felt that the love God gave to everyone was fair. Xiao Qiang is still single in her early 40 s. She finally said one sentence: as long as you care for me like your father and brother, I will certainly report to Yongquan. As charming as she is, can’t we find such a man? I don’t believe she likes being single. Maybe love is so far away from her. Not all beauties can get the happiness and love she wants. Love is a fate that God has arranged. Curl in your own space and knock my own colors. When I heard the bustling firecrackers outside, what I heard was loneliness. The bustle always shut me out of the door, which had nothing to do with me. There is a beautiful garden in my lonely heart, in which there is no need for those superficial prosperity to decorate the lonely life. All the songs of love are gone, leaving emptiness, which adds anxiety to the quiet life. Life is originally lonely, temporarily released in loneliness, listening in loneliness and feeling in loneliness. Although the rain outside the door is getting heavier and heavier, the footsteps of spring are getting closer and closer eventually. A hint of warm breath spreads out from the wet soil. The night is still long, and the dream is always short. Several times of wind and rain, several times of bitterness. Where there is spring, there will be withering. The years with dreams are easy to get lost. A line of tears, a line of flying flowers, into a line of poetry, into a song. 2012.1.16 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. 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