Hidden

When the autumn and winter came, more than twenty years passed in silence, leaving only a little broken memory, which could not even be seen one by one. I can’t recall the past. All the past is neither human nor human. The same place, a place that once left footprints and joy, can’t match the memory quietly, the fragment lingering in my heart feels so vague again, as if nothing had happened. Such erratic memories have long been forgotten by me in the flowing water of time, just in the cold and desolate season of winter, I was tired of shrinking in the cold and silent corner, and those seemingly invisible pictures were rippling in my heart again. A seemingly seemingly absent picture in the silent dark night inspired the gradual clarity of memory in the hazy dream. So I like winter Yao, I like the days of cold rain and swaying, I like this rainy day to shut myself in the cold and silent lake of heart, quietly enjoy the deep thoughts and loneliness in your heart. In the dead of winter in, keep my heart a little ripples, and then 1.1 point to turn over vaguely imperfect memory of the, not to be frozen into crystal of ice. In the slight ripples, there may be a ray of sunshine shining into the heart and slowly warming a long winter. There is no snow in the winter in the South, but only the cold rain that breeds helplessness and loneliness. The drizzle is a kind of painful pain. When I think of the warmth of sunshine, it is just a cold rain for more than half a month, which makes people silent and helpless. Sometimes I really admire the scenery with heavy snow flying in the north so that I can play in the pure world in the days with heavy snow. In a pure world, people will naturally become simple, while the outside world is cold but warm. I imagine that pure plain color is so spotless, simple, white, and full of the sky, which makes my heart full of simple and plain colors, and also makes my heart spotless. Even I always believe that love is as pure, noble and spotless as snow. As a result, I often went back to my fantasy when I was young, such as the snow on Christmas Eve and the romantic long winter night. Unfortunately, I haven’t really seen the scene of snowflakes flying, and I can’t really feel whether it is really beautiful and romantic as described in the text. Maybe everything is a lie, without missing you, without gentle memories, such as how withered branches can bear the heavy snow. I thought that in the ice and snow, I would be frozen into a painful pain, which made me forget the original intention of romance instantly. I silently stared at the cold rain in the South, imagining the beauty that never existed, and blankly daydreaming. I selectively forgot the pain of cold snow in my memory, leaving the plain and elegant like Lotus, thinking that it could be deeply engraved in my heart. The rain outside was still falling ceaselessly, and it fell very carefully on the leaves outside the window and in the mud, and no sound could be heard. If it was not so cold that it shivered, or I would misunderstand that the drizzle of warm spring moistens the world. I haven’t observed the rainy situation so carefully for a long time, and I haven’t opened the sleeping memory quietly for a long time. Whether I really grow old at any time and start to regain my childhood interest and look for the memory of the past, I am afraid that it is so incomplete. The wet ground was like a mess in my mind, which made me wander between the past and reality, and let me live in an unreal dream. It is a pity that my dream is so far away from the reality, just like across thousands of rivers and mountains, each side of the world will never meet again. This winter is getting colder, not only the biting cold wind, but also the cruelty in reality. I know that when I meet again, when my dream is drifting away, the only warmth deeply hidden in my heart will disappear, leaving the cold heart lake frozen into ice. Meeting is a kind of surprise, a kind of expectation for more than twenty years, and a moment inspiration of friendship sleeping in the bottom of my heart. After the greeting, the window closed tightly by each other kept that pure friendship out of the ice and snow. That love was not as pure as snow. I don’t want to never meet again. In this way, the original innocence and laughter will be retained in my memory. Without any interference, I will hide quietly in my heart forever till old. I have been used to the cold rain here and the miserable situation of listening to the rain and hitting the leaves. I don’t want to see the real snow anymore. Please keep my admiration and expectation for snow in my heart, and let that warmth hide in my heart to accompany me to die. The cold wind in winter is getting stronger and stronger, blowing down the last kapok leaf outside the window, pushing the cold to the extreme. Although there is no white snow in the south, there is a thick layer of leaves on the ground here, which spread all over my heart silently, just like my heart has already withered and spread quietly in the Earth. I think this is the last leaf. The bare branches will soon grow bright red and large red cotton, which is the season of lighting passion like fire. As time goes by, you and I are old. Everything has nothing to do with love, but only a shallow thought hidden in my heart. If you are well, it will be sunny. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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