After snow

On a quiet night, the snow color was slightly cold under the starlight, staring at the light outside the window, sighing that the temperature of spring could not be determined. My mind was like a cigarette lit, I don’t know what kind of edge it is. The memory is as deep as yesterday. Tonight, countless similar tonight passed by, pretending to be bored, hiding the tears in the heart, from silence to loneliness, reviewing the heart-moving fragments in a frozen aftertaste. Emotions keep crying, love doesn’t regret, but that passion is wandering too tired. Tonight, the snow is also burning, burning the plain and real desire, burning the impulse to approach moaning, burning such an urgent call, the chapped lips are the burning of love. It is impossible to distinguish love and hate all the time, which makes many moments in life crowded with uncontrollable waiting, full of tenderness and sadness. In this sleepless night tonight, another rhythm rang on the keyboard. The ups and downs of letters were like pouring out one by one, letting the feelings of the snowy night splash in the deep silence. Tonight, there are endless faintness accumulated in the unorganized and unspoken anxiety, just like the cry of a bird walking alone at night, lonely and sad as long as the soul that hasn’t slept is watching, it must be able to understand how strong sincerity is contained in the sound. Tonight, in addition to the reflection of snow, the game is still mixed with each other, and love is deeply embedded in spirituality. Since then, it has nothing to do with the online laughing and scolding; It has nothing to do with abstract literature and art, and has nothing to do with sensational frolic and ridicule. Tonight, the past has been repeated for thousands of times in order not to repeat those inexplicable pains in the future. Living cannot only be moved by memory, not just for sadness. The long road of life, only by persistence can we see the most gorgeous glow and the rising of warmth in spring. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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