Winter

Four seasons of the year, spring sowing, summer busy, autumn harvest, winter storage, winter is the end of the year, all memories will gradually accumulate in this season, and then slowly settle down in the gentle winter sunshine, it is best to soak a pot of oolong on the frozen top, open an old photo album casually, lean lazily on the sofa in front of the window, and let the vine of memory slowly climb to my heart with the aroma of tea, those black and white images will gradually become fresh. The leading role in each photo, on the stage of memory, hurriedly debut and hurriedly exit, just like the tea in boiling water, after a tumbling, slowly sink into the bottom of the kettle. In the long winter night, you ‘d better rush into a cup of fragrant and mellow latte, put on a Blues CD and curl up in front of the warm fire. The pouring of bass saxophone will make you think of those who used to be in the cold wind in winter, the most beautiful accident was that at the corner of the mountain road, or beside the decadent wall of the ancient temple, or beside the frozen river Bay, I suddenly encountered a cluster of wintersweet blooming alone in the cold. The Shadow was horizontal and oblique, with dark fragrance floating, golden Plum Blossoms spread over the branches like clouds, light and quiet like a dream floating over my heart. In this season when all the flowers shake down and everything desolation, the touching at that moment will make you unforgettable until many years later. Of course, it would be more perfect if there could be a heavy snow all over the sky in winter. Between the boundless heaven and earth, glittering snowflakes were falling and accumulating continuously, blurring all boundaries, buried all traces, the world in front of us became pure and flawless, as if back to the beginning of chaos. At that moment, the footsteps of time seemed to be still, and they didn’t want to leave footprints on the boundless snow. At this time, you only need a single leaf boat and a straw hat to experience the artistic conception of fishing alone in the cold river and snow. With the development of the times, the seasonal characteristics nowadays seem to become more and more blurred. People in modern cities have cars when going out, air conditioners when entering houses, and Taobao when shopping, so people prefer to stay at home, for the feeling of seasons, only the data changes of meteorological information on mobile phones and the interpretation of meteorological announcers on TV are left. Although daily life is more convenient, however, it makes people miss the frozen red little hands and the steaming head under the cotton hat in their childhood memory more and more. The winter of this year seemed to come Tiptoe. There was neither heavy snow flying all over the sky nor a sunny day. The shadow of haze and Gray lingered, the memory about winter is like an old yellow Photo. Before I could see it clearly, it slipped quietly from my fingertips, which made people sigh lightly. However, winter will still pass after all. Spring has already stood outside the door. When we open the window again, the colorful spring in the garden will surely come to our faces. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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