It seems like this every winter. When you are still infatuated with the warm embrace of autumn, time has dragged the whole city into a cold, gloomy and lifeless winter with a rain that lasted for several days. The sky is always gray, and countless cold raindrops keep falling, wetting the silent road, the parting port and the tenderness under the umbrella.
It rains here in winter, and the cold wind in winter is mixed with drizzle, which blows away the past.
Do you remember? The path we walked together and the small shops we visited are still there, but everything can't escape the baptism of time, which has put them in yellow clothes. They are getting older and deeper in this heavy rain. They are like elderly elders, witnessing our meeting and parting.
The coffee shop frequented at the end of the street always feels that its huge glass door is isolated from the noise of the street, and only the thick coffee smell permeates the whole coffee shop every time you push the door and push in. I still remember that you always like to sit in a seat near the door, looking at all kinds of passers-by outside the glass door and talking about their looks and clothes. And I always like to look at you in a daze. Every sunny day, the sun shines through the glass door and dyes your long hair beautiful golden yellow. Finally, the picture of memories is fixed on your beautiful side face.
The proprietress of the coffee shop occasionally asks me about you. I can only say that maybe I lost you in that beautiful and distant time.
The years go by at a brisk pace, but everything is easy to change. Memories have cooled down and stories are out of date, but I'm beginning to miss that distant old time, the old time with you. I remember someone saying that the more a person experiences, the easier it is to be nostalgic, perhaps because he is dissatisfied with the status quo, or because he has too many memories. It is so beautiful that people can't bear to part with it, just like an old bottle of wine. The longer it takes, the stronger the bouquet will be. I think it was the good time with you that made it so unforgettable.
On such a cold and gloomy rainy day, I always miss the warm sunshine in summer. I still remember that in the summer when I met you, the sun gently fell on your veil, but you turned around inadvertently, which was an unforgettable scenery in my barren time. If life is like the first time, maybe there will be no painful parting. I still remember the winter of that year, and now it's like raining. The silent port is even more deserted and desolate under the heavy rain. Finally, the picture of memories is the back of your departure, and slowly, like the gray lens in the movie, your back disappears at the end of the heavy rain.
Occasionally, I will walk alone in the streets of this town, looking for your trace.
Occasionally, I still wear headphones and listen to your favorite songs alone in the silent rainy night.
However, I know very well that time is like a mighty heavy rain, which mercilessly erodes everything, whether it is love or friendship, whether it is past or present, it will be swallowed up by time one day. Time is always the eternal and only ruler in this world.
The night is like ink, and everything outside the window is dyed black. The cold wind of winter night shakes the wind chimes on the windowsill and shakes the distant old days. The familiar melody in the earphone freezes all the pictures in the past. I want to write you in my memory with a piece of paper.
It's raining in winter here, and the wind is rolling the fallen leaves, which hurts the parting and cools the memories. ...
Sadness in Winter Essay 2: The dead of winter is about to pass 20 16 At the end of January, I often feel sleepy in the warm winter atmosphere. Just at the stall of the tail in this winter, the cold wave suddenly killed a comeback, and the temperature plummeted to about fifteen degrees below zero, with enough stamina and cold for half a month. In the past half month, with alternating cold and hot, repeated sleet, Qian Shan snow and still water, a rare ice floe ice flood landscape appeared on the surface of Yili River.
I was alive and kicking because my colleagues caught a cold and had intravenous drip one after another. I was not afraid that I fell down with a bad cold just two days after the cold wave, and I was ill for ten days. I finally got well before New Year's Eve. A few days before the Spring Festival, the new year's goods market in the small town was very popular, with bright lights everywhere, surging crowds and a busy and festive atmosphere. It may be because my mind is not clear at the beginning of my illness, and I often make small mistakes when I go to the street. First, I accidentally dropped my ID card when I was withdrawing money from the bank, but a girl happened to see it and reminded me in time to get it back smoothly. Then, when I was shopping in the supermarket, I accidentally dropped a Qvanxian Zhang bill at my feet. A sharp-eyed child next to me opened his mouth to remind me that you had lost your money. After I picked it up, my heart was full of gratitude. It seems that although the town is remote and economically backward, there are still many simple and helpful people. No, when I turn on the TV today, a word full of positive energy pops up first: kindness, although the blessing has not arrived, the disaster is far away.
To say that the most attractive thing before the festival is the grand opening of a large supermarket branch in Chengnan New District. It's a branch, but the business area is actually larger than the main store. Coupled with the sales frenzy of150% off the consumption below 0 yuan, the public's appetite is big. The huge supermarket is crowded and full, and the supermarket staff are complaining privately. Of course, the turnover of supermarkets has soared like a rocket in the past three days, which has also saved a lot of money. On New Year's Eve, their relatives get together, and all the people, old and young, are busy grabbing red envelopes with their mobile phones. For a time, WeChat and QQ kept ringing, making a fuss and getting carried away.
In this way, at the end of winter, playing down a peg or two at will adds a strong festive atmosphere to the Spring Festival of the Year of the Monkey, and also gives otaku and otaku a chance to go out for air and feel the comfort and happiness of flying snow and welcoming the spring. I feel very relaxed when I think about this, and even have an illusion that if I can catch the tail of winter, I will let it stay for a few more days. I believe that after this phoenix-like training at the end of winter, I will be indomitable and energetic in the coming year, and accelerate the pursuit of beautiful dreams and yearning.
Tragic Prose in Winter 3: In the winter season, all the sad flowers are broken, and people in winter are sad.
The flowers are drunk and the warm wind is weak in winter.
Heartbroken, with frostbite in winter.
The withered flowers mourn with the breeze.
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I have no touching literary talent, and I can't write my heart hurt. I don't have a touching story, so I can't give you attention.
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In this tragic world,
We're all broke.
Just like this season,
The dry wind in winter is cool at night.
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Whenever the dead of night, tears can't help flowing downwards, warm wind blows across my face, and I miss you so naively. No matter how far you are from me, I still want to bless you, always better than me.
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If I were deaf, I wouldn't hear you with anyone.
If I am blind, I will never see you with anyone again.
If I were dumb, I would never say I love you again.
Dear, if I die, my heart beating for you will no longer hurt.
But I can't control my heart, and I am hurt by love again and again.
I accidentally downloaded you to my heart, and now it tells me that this file can't be deleted.
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I'm not fragile, let alone hurt.
I want to be strong, sad but still smiling.
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Don't underestimate me, don't ask me how many kinds there are.
No matter how windy and rainy it is, I will still be like a little hero.
Even now, I have nothing, dry my tears, and I still have to hold my head high and straighten my chest.
Smile and go straight ahead.
Sentimental Prose in Winter 4: Winter makes life easier.