Winter remember

Finally, with the chill since winter, the north wind began to invade the city, as if chasing the footsteps of amnesia. In the wake-up atmosphere, we began to feel ourselves. Clothes began to accumulate, wrapped layer by layer. Beauty became a noun, and it froze in the frost. I have been thinking about why the sunshine is so dazzling? So that winter only had peeping eyes. In the eyes of light, it seemed a little pitiful, just in name. Time unwittingly pulls at the fingertips, and the expected days turn over page by page. It turns out that life is just a calendar, with thin joy and even birthday becoming a farewell ceremony. Winter is coming. Apart from the scenery, there are only some messy footprints and moods, which become weeds passing by. Some of them are withered and some are still growing vigorously, just like the fallen leaves full of purpose, mixed with yellowish ingredients. Standing in the winter, if there is sunshine, you may have different feelings. If it is rainy, it will be mixed with troubles. Snow is half delighted and half disappointed. In other words, we are leaves, swinging in life and speculating in the concentration of wind, just like you and me, sometimes with a bright face, sometimes with indifferent light. Change, it steps on the leaves of autumn, promotes the snow in winter, looks at the alternation between the old and the new, and creates the future direction. Sometimes I wonder, things are like human beings, things have changed, will people also change? Is it just a snow scene? Handed over to time. Just like a chess piece, jumping in the space, holding, and being at some mercy. I really want to stay in winter, because it is so single that although I can’t appreciate the fragrance of flowers, I can’t stop the imagination of spring. Its tranquility and freshness are just like being drunk, killing the indulgence of time, erasing the traditional memory, white, presenting a perfect situation. Who says it has no experience? Who says it can only be thought? Everything is the gaze of time, and those variegated colors have been cleared up. Winter becomes a clear river, hiding life. It will melt at any time, quietly and imperceptibly, just like the mirror of the wind! 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…