The inventory of mood in snowy days

There is very little snow this winter, and I occasionally see the snowy days. There is always an unspeakable smell in my heart. Looking at the flying snowflakes all over the sky, I feel the season which is neither cold nor warm. Pick up the traces left by the season, and piece together the fragments forgotten by the mood. Those bright spots that have to be remembered or moved directly, if the shadow is present, those wonderful times; They often appear in front of us, which always make life sigh with emotion. In the open village, I was wandering. I collided with life in a silent way of falling snow. Standing quietly in the snow alone, like a floating dust, I don’t know where a tired heart wanders? The snowflakes in front of us danced happily into lines of white and beautiful words. Those words which were just for dialogue with me were also stained with sadness and wet my eyes. I hesitated at the end of the season, and I didn’t know where to go? The heavy-load trudge is like the boundless snowflakes, drifting to the distance in a daze. How far is the distance? Days and moods cannot measure the distance far away. In fact, there is no need to measure, the distance is in my heart. Life and mood are also in my heart. However, we don’t understand that things that are too far away cannot be touched. You can pursue it, but you can only lose weight for a long time and feel tired. If the desire is too fat, the days will become thin into tears and the mood will freeze. It forms a drop of ink spreading to the sky, dyeing the blue and clear sky into blue and gray. Stubbornly imprison yourself into sadness, think too complicated about life, never walk out of the ice and snow, and never feel the bright sunshine. Tonight, the snow fell silently, and wrote an article for the day. Taking stock of the sadness torn by years, sad fragments creeping on the paper have gone with the falling snowflakes in the snowy night, gradually moving away. Tonight, the snow fell silently, submerged myself in the boundless snow night, let the cold wind spread over the empty soul, and my thoughts flourished in sorrow. Winter has come and a new era will come. Will spring be far away?

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