Like many people who just came out of spring, the sunshine in March slowly stirred the long-lost comfort on their cheeks like silk.
There is a winter every year, in which people become timid and too lazy to go out; In this winter, I will lie in bed in the morning and be quiet at night, because there is no one in the school street; This winter, the business of bathhouses is very good, and instant noodles and snacks in supermarkets are also selling well; This winter, I used to take things back to the dormitory to eat, instead of sitting in the shop as before; In this winter, I realized for the first time that college life can be busy or leisurely, painful or sweet; In this winter, decide something, compromise something, refuse something, and stick to something. The inevitable winter itself has taught us something.
It was winter, and now it's winter, only to find that many things can't be changed. Is winter affecting me, or do I have to spend it safely without paying too much for the next winter? Like camphor, leaves are falling all year round, but they can't be eaten. Zhangshu obviously doesn't care about the cold in winter. In spring, camphor leaves are still falling, as if indulging in the dreams of the past. It doesn't find that the world has changed, or it knows it has changed, but it doesn't want to stop. Therefore, I love Cinnamomum camphora, because it is quiet and indifferent, and I love Fatong, because it is proud of life, ups and downs, dare to let go, live like summer flowers, die like fireworks, and not afraid of the devastation of winter. These are the characteristics of a poet, and a real poet should know these, and these are all related to pride.
Winter makes people rush, while spring makes people slow, which may be the reason why winter looks so long and spring always feels so short. Because of this, there are many heavy memories in winter, but not many good memories in spring. When spring goes through the road of winter again, it has more feelings than it has ever felt, like spring lighting up a lamp in your heart. In winter, the road feels boring and long, and so does waiting for the bus. In spring, before you take a good breath of warm air, the bus comes, and before you read the big sign outside the window, the destination is here. There is always a feeling of not enjoying himself. I hope he can stay a little longer. Spring takes the temperature to melt the road in winter, and spring takes the road in winter, thinking about the cold in winter, which is naturally not important under the spring breeze. A lot of injuries, just like this, suddenly healed, no obvious signs.
The only sign is that you are in spring.