Touch winter

On a sunny winter noon, I suddenly wanted to go to the mountain to have a look. This winter day has come for many times, and there have been several snows in the north, but my winter is not practical. The sunshine is just warm, the wind is gentle, and it just touches the face. The air on the mountain is bright and clear, and there is no fog, and Green hanging on the branches. The yellow fur grass everywhere spread on the ground like a blanket. The fur grass is soft. I want to roll on it like a child, scream, and look up at the blue sky on the thick fur grass. The warm color of grass naturally evokes the childlike vivacity in the bottom of the heart, and allows them to imply dancing happiness in the heart. Standing on the silent top of the mountain, I closed my eyes and the sunshine poured on my face. The temperature was really good, even the wind was gentle. There will always be some desolate scenery falling into my eyes. A dead tree is in the mountain, and several leaves that have not fallen have desolated the whole season. It reminds me of this winter day. The gentle sunshine makes me stay in the end of autumn for too long. I am full of thoughts of autumn, and I am unaware of the coming of winter. The withered branches are like a mature man’s face. Everything on the mountain is beautiful with the mottled light and shadow. How can there be such a beautiful place in the world? The Earth became transparent without any scheming. The camera is lifted gently and then taken gently. The most beautiful scenery can only be in the heart. No matter what lens, it cannot be replaced. What is in the heart is permanent. I like to relax freely like this. You don’t have to bring books or think of poems. The great wisdom in nature is the best poem. If we say that the scenery in autumn is beautiful, but it is melancholy; Although the scenery in winter is desolate, it is full of expectations. Because, the gurgling hope of spring began to breed. Just like this, I kept walking in the mountain, looking at it, as if there were only mountains and me between the heaven and the Earth. The undulating mountains cover the distance in the distance, and whether they also cover the snow in the distance, only a group of birds fly over the distant mountains along the sight, and they can’t see the figure instantly. Will they fly back? Looking at the disappearing birds, their flying posture is natural and their life is unimpeded. Looking for a long time, there were tears falling down and sadness in my eyes. There was a bitter smile towards the direction of green mountains and birds flying. Alas! The good winter sunshine almost destroyed my mood for a while. However, I can’t lift my mood any more. A gust of cool wind blew my long hair suddenly, an invisible cold soaked all over my body. Looking back at those yellow fur grass, I thought their green life had gone. The yellow life was still soft and tough, even with the feminine soft beauty. And when did they get the refined sentences of literati and movers? I want a snow, running stumbling and dyeing my World White. This winter is more perfect. I want to wake up in the morning and open the window. A silver world is printed into my eyes. The first thing I breathe must be your breath. In the flying snow, I grow wildly and wildly like my lovesickness. We are about to say goodbye to a year. Where will we run around with few remaining days? The roots of those fur grass that grow and then turn yellow are still deep in love with this warm land. The last few leaves on the branches of the trees were singing reluctant love songs in the wind. What kind of words do you want to find and let them stay. I also have the trees that I am attached to. The sadness that I have tasted from generation to generation is I am heartbreaking. Take every day as the last day. The Earth is just our temporary residence. Looking at the fading sunshine on the other side of the mountain, I was called to leave. I should have kept the same and quiet with this winter day. Before I came here, I drew up a proposition composition, which was totally messed up. I’m going to leave, let those words that have been drawn up be silent from now on.

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