Winter

In winter, thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of paths and people disappear, it is the night when the sky is about to snow, it is leisure to drink a cup of nothing, it is the bright moon shining on the snow, the wind is strong and mournful, it was the sorrow of the clouds falling down at dusk and the rush of Snow dancing back to the wind. It was also the sadness of the yellow clouds falling in the daytime, the north wind blowing geese and snow one after another. It was the open space of the desert with wild clouds and thousands of miles. The coldest day in the Northeast came as scheduled. Looking away, the vast white land, the gray sky, the withered branches and old trees were unable to swing in the cold wind, which was full of bleak and desolate feeling. It is still the 2.1 line between the dormitory and the laboratory. Life is like a cup of boring water, which seems to be calm without waves. In fact, only you know the anxiety and confusion in your heart, including the tiredness of sitting in front of the computer and the weakness of knowing nothing about the road ahead, only you know. Recently, the situation was terrible, and all kinds of troubles came one after another. After wiping several tears, bad luck still refused to let me go at the last moment of the birth year. As if the days of this kind of black paint had no end, I endured and endured, fought and fought, but life was still developing towards a worse trend than expected. Sometimes we think that we are like snowflakes swaying in the wind. We don’t know how many unexpected desolation we will experience or where the road ahead will lead. Maybe one day, we will drift away. When you are in a bad mood, you will choose to walk alone near the school. When I went to the supermarket that night, the sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet, it also touches a familiar and soft corner deep in my heart. My hometown is a small town. In the cold winter, there are roast sweet potato stalls and sugar gourd stalls at every intersection and Alley. When my mother picked me up from school, she always bought a roast sweet potato or a string of sugar gourd by the way, I sat behind my mother’s bicycle, avoiding the snow and cold, and felt that I was the happiest child in the world. This is the smell of winter in my memory. It is the sugar-coated haws that children all love, and it is the fragrant roasted sweet potato. The smell of winter is still the same. All kinds of frozen fruits are sauerkraut that every family will accumulate in winter. They are chopped into dumplings and put into hot pot with noodles, or stew with white meat and blood sausage, the refreshing taste of sauerkraut can exactly neutralize the greasy taste of meat, just like the magnanimity and generosity of Northeasterners; It is a hot sticky bean bag with white sugar, melt into the mouth, sweet and soft. Winter is a certain color, which is endless white all over the world. This white is elegant and indifferent, quiet and lonely. Without smudging or embellishment, it is a cup of bitter green tea and a bowl of dim millet porridge. It is a state of mind that does not disturb and is quiet in the hustle and bustle of the world, it is also a plain and pure background of life. In winter, there is also the softest memory and the most tender smell. The smell and memory melt into the blood and go deep into the bone marrow. It is the nostalgia that can’t be lingering even after a long journey, it is the amiable infatuation and lingering in the world of fireworks, the truth in all kinds of things in the world, and the warmth in the rolling world of mortals. Maybe the winter is very long, but no matter how long it is, it can’t stop the arrival of spring flowers. Maybe the youth is very short, but the hundred years are just passing by quickly. It is better to cherish the porridge and meal in front of you and live a good life overnight. Maybe many things are unsatisfactory, but life is a complete process. We have nowhere to escape, so it is better to go on the road easily. We believe that every wind must be experienced by ourselves, and every piece of snow is worth appreciating. Whether it is sunny or rainy, poor or rich, plain or complicated, be the unique self in the world of mortals and regard all difficulties as hardship. One day, I will find that, these disappointments were just passing by. The current difficulties could be resolved sooner or later. The people and things bothering me were actually small and ordinary. With the most beautiful taste, the most authentic color and the warmest memory, we are looking for the quiet belonging in our heart. Step by step through the twists and turns, step by step to undertake the rain and snow wind and frost, waiting for the spring breeze, waiting for flowers, waiting for love, watching the snow, watching the moon, listening to the wind, listening to the rain, and then slowly, quietly grow old in. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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