Light rain, not into snow

You can never understand how I waited for the first snow, just like you never knew where the snow queen hid your exclusive Gaye. The previous period, the one with you, the one with me, the one with us, the one about the first snow, when the snowflakes are flying again, when the fingers touch the pure white hexagonal Elf and melt instantly, when the long eyelashes are wet by snowflakes and confuse the sight, the blurred picture, the far-away back, the flickering smile, the distant body fragrance, the strange and familiar voice, there is also the safest coat in winter, which is wildly squander in front of us like snowflakes and rampage in the softest part of the heart. The coquettish patterns on the atrium wall seemed to find the fulcrum, taking the opportunity to spread, surging towards my pupil, tears finally found the breakthrough, began to flood… memories were so short, and forgetting was so long. The current weather is light rain, but it does not snow. On a gloomy day, there was a cold wind blowing from which direction, bare branches swaying alone in the wind, and a few unwilling leaves were struggling to death. This unsuspense seesaw battle, ending up with autumn wind sweeping leaves. This kind of scene always reminds me of the young man with silvery long hair fluttering in “Magic City”, as well as those bitter, red and hot eyes. Standing here, no matter how hard I tried to curl up my body, no matter which northwest direction my back was facing, no matter how hard my whole body was trembling, my body temperature remained at minus one degree, from every tiny hair on the head to the slight hair on the toes, from the upper layer of the skin to every red blood cell in the heart, it began to freeze, and the cold air ended my last surviving organ… sometimes, I will doubt whether I have congenital heart disease, or why, when I occasionally think of some fragments of memory, a small corner of my heart will feel heartbreaking pain; Otherwise, when the lights are on, when the night falls, if you can’t find the familiar face, you will feel restless fear in your heart; Otherwise, why does your right hand become empty, and your left atrium also feel slight pain; Otherwise, why, the cold hands can’t find the warm purse, and the heart becomes not warm; Otherwise, why can’t you find your voice in the hustle and bustle, and can’t distinguish your figure, the patterns on the wall of my heart fade instantly; Otherwise, please tell me why, why… I am obsessed with the first snow, and like to spread the sad story of the first snow in every section of my life like a song. I still remember that year, the letter sign we prayed devoutly in front of the Buddha, the wish we tied on that cherry tree by ourselves, and the simple little wish, now, have been buried by the first snow. Good, buried, wish can breed fragrance in the next year, buried, cherry blossom can only remember the gorgeous at the beginning, buried, stationery can be reincarnated to bless the next pair, A pair that meets the right person at the right time. In that year, I wrote down the happy you all the way under the silver world, and the happy me who wrote down the happy life with the most sincere heart. Are you living well now, at this moment, are you looking at the world through snowflakes like me, will you flash through a certain picture of that year at a certain moment, and will you also fall in love with snowy weather. Ironically, I know you won’t. Because I know you too well, I know you won’t. Today’s memory is not about you, but about my own story, which is a little yellowish, a little sentimental, and a little sensational. The story is very short and very long. The ending of the story is that you were good in the past, and I am good now… the first snow in Wuhan is not as beautiful as I expected. Waiting for so long, looking forward to so long, no snow on Christmas Eve, no snow on Christmas Day, no snow on New Year’s Day, no snow today, but not the snow I want. I think of last year, and a min gnawed at ice cream, and fulfilled the agreement with the first snow; I think of last year, and a DA stepped on a thick snow, walking from school to Optics Valley; I think of last year, the silly photo left by Xiao Xu in the lover’s slope; I remembered the snowman that hadn’t melted for several days last year. Everything is so beautiful. This year’s beauty is still waiting for me to discover, fill and wait. I will use long rice paper to describe my first snow and the distant future. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not sad. I just listened to this Korean song that I can’t even understand the lyrics. The warm voice lines and beautiful melody unconsciously seem to walk into such a picture. Now I have already forgotten how tears flow and how sadness is written. Although I feel that I live heartless, it is good. A smile will tell me that the road ahead is rough but full of sunshine. The girl who travels through time and space tells me that life is not a single color, but what I think, what I want, what I seek, and what I seek are just white without any impurities, it will cover all the ugly white in the world, like the pure white as the first snow… if, what I said is if, if the snow is bigger, find someone to accompany me to watch the snow and go on, going on like this, will it be white… still want to say, today, light rain, not snow…

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