Eleven

I am Native northerners who like the winter of this season. October, reserved, warm, cool. Snowflakes are warm, flying and falling from time to time. The hot air was mixed with the smell of thick sticky bean bag. Pushing the door, I seemed to hear the footsteps of the year. In October and January, the soft snow pounced lightly, and the ink dipped, the seclusion, the light happiness and the light warmth…… In the wilderness of October, there were snow spots and thousands of miles of silvery light. Clean as pure jade, warm as shy moon, graceful as dancing. Put aside the busy Chase, on the warm afternoon, put on a thick coat and walk on foot. It is to relax the tense nerves and escape from the endless entanglement about Arabic numerals! Is it to breathe fresh air, to dye a lunar November charm into my heart? Maybe I just want to enjoy the warmth given by lunar November and the silent hug given by nature. Walking on the bank of Wolong Lake and looking at the vast ice surface, I seemed to be in a giant picture scroll. Natural is better than carving. It is like a smooth and shiny mirror, which makes your eyes shy and eyebrows droop. Under the ice, the beautiful frost flowers are still holding high, and the fish are still swimming around with bubbles. Occasionally, the ice peaks rising high stretch, as if to give you confidence. When you climb your feet, you will feel constant encouragement, hands touching and shaking hands. A sharp edge and a heart inspire your arms side by side. That fluffy cattail, warm snow, light sleep. There is wind passing by, if the veil floats up, the goose feather fan is shaking. There is warmth in my heart. The slight sorrow is also a mist. Pick up a puff stick and throw it into the distance. Scattered Seeds lined up, twisted ropes as military umbrellas, and there was a feeling in the body, simple and simple. In January of October, Yuan Ye was plain, and the ice was the water that fell asleep, charming and moving in the sun. The skin is as warm as jade, and the icy lips are fragrant and foggy. There is water flowing under the ice. I saw the high and optimistic under zero, and the calm and bright water under the ice. The snore gently touched the ice, and the water continued to move forward with warmth and tolerance. The wind chimes in October are warm and charming, and the resident birds knock on the beauty of the ice with the quiet marks of bamboo leaves. I heard the sound of the gurgling flow of water, which was the footsteps of 2015, the power of running, full of confident Echo, resounding through the Wharf which was handed over between 2014 and 2015. Early in the morning, there was a clear snowflake falling down, a fluffy layer, on the red brick wall, on the eaves, on the sleeping Wormwood. The low dog shack seemed to be covered with a warm quilt. The naughty Benben was also in a panic, so he hurriedly pulled the quilt with his feet to feel whether the snow in the new year was hot or not. The residual red scattered when setting off firecrackers in the courtyard was like cold plum falling snow, and the petals were fragrant. Looking for the breath, when I was a child, on the stone pier in the courtyard, the sticky bean bag was braving the hot air…… Sparrows jumped on the wall, and snow fell. I tried my best to sweep the fallen red with a broom. I saw my mother’s stumbling figure with a bamboo basket in her arms. Under the lotus-like cloth curtain was the smell of the year I coveted. Mom! With a clear call, I saw the schoolbag I picked up high, as if I broke into the steaming kitchen and read my parents’ notice in front of a sticky bean bag with fragrance in the curtain. His rosy face is like that round sticky bean bag, innocent! On the birthday night, I didn’t think about anything deliberately, but I had a dream until dawn. When I woke up from a dream, I still clearly remembered that my mother had appeared in my dream, and it was also the same lunar November. The snow had just fallen, the courtyard was full of white snow, and the bamboo basket that I could not forget was in my mother’s arms. The snow has a soul. It steps on the cold current of Siberia, regardless of the bleak wind and freezing rain, gently spreads the vast sea and fields, kisses the brow peak and rough Valley, and pulls up the clear and plain lunar November with great hospitality. She gave me a hug for exhaustion, a encouragement for vigor, a makeup for enthusiasm, a calm hope, and a big hug for my mother. The wind and dust in spring, the fire in summer and the desolation in autumn! A late snow, dreamy sketch, is also thick. The eyes are moist, and the floc in November is falling down. I shook my shoulder hard, and the mountain axe facing the Northeast was still standing. Has it ever collapsed in my trance dream?! No, it’s light. It is a short rest if you can’t afford it. Dreams can not go away from my mind, but only take away my wounds. I am celebrating, I was born in lunar November, often have snowflake raise, have sticky bean bag taste lunged, I si ceng again from mother’s smile, to understand love gentle! In October and January, the wilderness was plain, and the snow fell silent. Take a piece of snow and warm, dye a piece of soul, let the tender into my arms. Eyes melt a natural, pen fell a feeling. Let a piece of quiet and warm, let a piece of want to go to abundance, let a piece of love dye into warmth. Even though I was tired, I stood in the winter and the sky was shallow. A rhinoceros hand in hand, the heart is warm and soaking, the eyes contain waves, the corners of the mouth slightly raise…… Moving in November is often ordinary. Happiness is a feeling, and possession is a feeling. The cold central Optimus will continue and be firm. The wind is full of cold, warn yourself to take an upward enthusiasm to warm up, let October have a confidence and devour the desolation. Release a cold that should not be held, save a little heat, and let the warm current be free in the wind. Choose a piece of sunshine without back, pull up all the way sunny, let thorns make a beautiful screen. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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