Cold

The former cold silence, the former catcher in the Rye, is now a passer in a hurry! Time is really useless …… — inscribing life is like a journey, and I am also a pedestrian. End a year’s running, a year’s missing, a year’s concern, go home for the new year. Missing in time tunnel, those people or things passing by can always teach me something. They didn’t appear by chance, and they all had reasons, whether you like it or not! At the end of each year, I like to walk leisurely on the field path of my hometown, quietly savoring the fragrance of the soil in my hometown, the green smell emitted by wheat seedlings, and the slight chill left on the high Poplar tip, also in the pursuit of spring, the gradually gone back can be seen faintly, losing the arrogance of the past! Is it because of the loneliness of living in the city? Or the heart tends to be peaceful? In fact, the hometown at the end of the year was also bustling. The old people crowded together in groups, chatting and watching the children twittering about the newly bought clothes, who was good-looking and who was famous brand, bouncing around! Yes, I have spent too little time with my parents for a year. The changes are too big, the height is taller, and the clothes are a little small. However, the children still keep talking, it seems that I have to take out all the words I want to say in a year. Every time in my dream, I would laugh at that scene. The smoke of the kitchen in hometown, the moment of rising, like the soul out of body, all the unhappiness is gone. It doesn’t mean that the bustle is not good, sometimes the heart will be inexplicably sad. Such scenes rarely appear when we were young. At that time, although he was poor, he could ride on his father’s neck, pull the old cow, walk slowly in the green field ditch with his mother, and play happily and happily, let dad ride on the ground willfully as a big horse. How happy I was then! There is no time limit, no regional estrangement, no pain of lovesickness, no care of time and space, and all we have is happiness, simply happiness! Perhaps, after the Spring Festival, young parents will set off for a long distance! Leaving old people and children waiting for warmth, don’t you know how many thoughts and concerns you take away and how many endless helplessness and glances you leave! The old locust tree at the head of the village witnessed the sadness of parting and the joy of the tired bird returning home! Distance is elastic beauty, far away, near. But the space-time isolation of family ties makes people sad, but they are actually helpless. The fallen leaves of one season, the sadness all over the ground, squatted down carefully in the thin and cool autumn, refrained from the distressed heart and put away the tears of parting, but the heart was deserted in the empty place! Fallen leaves are born for autumn, passing away with the wind, as beautiful! Sometimes there are neighbors passing by, who will say hello: why don’t you stay at home on such a cold day? I just smiled: Taste the taste of my hometown, cold is warm, bitter is sweet. Life is very short, and also very long. Whose back is in your memory? For whom to keep that clean heart? At the beginning of the year and the end of the year, when entering winter, how many memories, how many winter thoughts, maybe put your thoughts in winter, maybe lose your thoughts in autumn. Season of a season, nostalgia of a season, words of a season, how much memory, how much drift, for whom? From autumn to winter. For who? Stay with the years! However, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, we always remember the surging thinking. The four seasons of reincarnation only allow us to stay for a short time! After winter, spring will bloom! Things with taste in the world, including poetry, wine, philosophy and love, are often useless. Someone said so. When the waiting time is as light as smoke, maybe we accept everything silently and grow old slowly in its reflection. Every grass and tree has its happiness, sorrow, joy and bitterness. The grass is still attached to the embrace of the land, let alone those who have thoughts and thoughts? Flowers are happy in the meeting, and Wood will be sad. When youth passes away and years pass by, come back? My return where! The ancients also sighed with this emotion, and our generation also shouted: meet each other lightly, know each other lightly, and it is difficult to stay together, and we will never forget! Perhaps, light as water is the best way! A gust of cold wind blew by, the wheat seedlings covered by the messy snow loosened their waist, shaking the surface of the snow, gradually blending into the earth and moistening the thirsty soil. Think about how free and easy it is when snowflakes are dancing! Wanton waste! But all on the Earth, but willing to accept! Is the Earth lonely? Is snowflake lonely? Or do you need to warm each other? The shadows of winter and spring are swaying endlessly; The coldness and warmth of the world of mortals are wandering in the season when flowers bloom and fall …… when words slowly pour out in the writing, either cold or warm, or sad or happy, it was all the soul breathing, at that time, my own cry. The shadow of a love is the beginning of another love. In the wind, you will think; In the Earth, you will move. The eyes are back, the years are gone, and the ink is fragrant! No hypocrisy, no mask, no publicity, willing to be indifferent. True, true, true, everything will pass. Don’t feel wronged anymore, feel wronged! Xi Murong comforted us …… living on the edge of the city for a long time, infected with the noise and prosperity, and kept a calm silence all the time, like water flowing through, without fear or disturbance. Although, tired of running around, even having three meals, and being abandoned by the world of mortals, a heart has no throbbing of joy and sorrow. It is time that has worn away the edges and corners, and time has changed the state of mind. Be content with the world of mortals and keep that warm heart! Whether lonely or lonely, when words touch your heart, they are beautiful, delicate, warm, cold and cheerless, all dancing like light elves, charming and coquettish! Dream spring rain early fall, waterfront lu ya New. Last year, the remaining Lotus was still there, and peach blossoms opened across the shore! The poet interprets warmth with words like this! Light years keep the warmth of words; Hurry time, precipitate a happy feeling! If so, lonely cold, lonely silence, wrote the happy words! Text/passers-by… hurry… QQ/417740569 the snow in spring

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