10 reflections on the indifference of winter that never ends after a snowfall
The indifference of winter that never ends after a snowfall (1):
Unknowingly There is another snowfall, and it is as beautiful as last year, but your whispers are missing in my ears, and your presence is missing around me... At least there is still snow to accompany me all night.
In the story of our passing from the beginning to the end when we didn’t know each other, you owed me a word of respect.
On that snowy day, we walked far and wide holding warm milk tea. Finally we smiled and said goodbye, never to see each other again!
It’s snowing and the weather is getting colder. Remember to take care of your picky stomach and promise me not to catch a cold. I can’t give you a coat, let alone a hug.
Liquor is my best friend, and loneliness is my truest confidant. And you are the dream I can only have when I turn off the light. Talk about mood phrases
One of the sad things in life is when you meet someone who means a lot to you. But in the end, you find that you are not meant for each other, so you have to let it go.
Sometimes, the world is so big that we have no chance to meet it in our lifetime.
In fact, what is the use of cherishing some things? Is it possible that I will hold them tightly and not lose them?
A single snowfall can never end the indifference of winter (2):
It’s snowing.
The snow falls lightly from the sky with full longing for the earth.
Look up and listen calmly, you seem to hear the slow piano music playing in your ears, and you seem to see a woman in white dancing in the sound of the piano. The earth is her stage, and all things are her foil. With joy on her face, she dances to her heart's content, telling her endless lovesickness to the earth. What kind of longing for a year, a year of watching, a year of sleepless nights, a year of dreams...
She rotated her graceful body, rotating, Rotate, then, fall, and fall into the broad chest of the earth, letting the tears of self-missing flow freely in the arms of the earth...
She wore her white robe, lightly and solemnly, Solemnity covers the face, body, and heart of the earth. That was the love garment she made for the earth. It was the love garment she spent a year making for the earth! It contained her infinite love for the earth and her deep longing for the earth.
Earth, a calm and quiet man! He smiled and opened his arms to welcome his shy bride. There was a smile in his bright black eyes. He followed her body, watching her graceful dancing, her shy face, her tearful eyes, and listening to her moments of lovesickness...
Snow dances in the sky and earth, turning into moments of lovesickness. !
A man as calm as the earth, are you ready? Your snow-like woman will come gracefully at some moment...
One snowfall will never end the winter. Feelings of indifference (3):
In winter in the south of the Yangtze River, you can only feel the cold in Laba. If there had been no rain during those few days, it would have been gloomy. When it rains, the weather becomes warmer. The sun doesn't shine for a long time, because after it clears up, the cold wave suddenly hits again. God always loves to tease people so much.
Perhaps it is because of this that I was able to see the first snow after winter in Jiangnan.
There was no sun in the first few days of snow, and only black clouds in the sky completely obscured the sun. It seems that the weather is also afraid of the cold, and I wrap my body tightly with a black blanket. The snow is coming, and it’s coming without any hesitation. The first snowflakes that fell down were like raindrops. Even if it falls, it will melt as soon as it touches the ground. It's been like this for a while, and it seems like it's just the flowers Fairy Yun scattered casually to give us a simple opening. Then the real show just started.
In fact, the heavy snow in the South does not feel very cold. They are fluttering in the air, as if they have entered a dream from the first moment they fall, flying, hovering, jumping for joy... carrying all our dreams and expectations. The north wind is blowing, the sky is getting darker and darker, and the snow is falling harder and harder. At this moment, countless snowflakes fell to the ground, getting bigger and more spectacular than before. The snow is falling like this, falling... without end, and there is peace between heaven and earth, filling the whole world. It was suddenly very touching.
There is not much snow in the south of the Yangtze River, but sometimes it snows very strangely. Snow started to fall first, and soon it turned into water droplets, forming a very interesting scene in the sky: there was snow in the upper half of the sky, and rain in the lower half of the sky. However, the rain in Jiangnan doesn't last long, sometimes just a few minutes, sometimes up to three or two days.
Beautiful moments are always short-lived. The sun is an ignorant child and it stopped suddenly when the snow fell so happily. It seems to be saying: Okay, I know what the outcome will be, please watch the next performance. Gradually, the snowflakes fell away, leaving only a few flying catkins in the sky, nostalgic for the glittering and translucent world after the snow that refused to end...
The snow has stopped, and the world is ours, full of joy. However, the snow melts quickly, which is a pity for us children, and the elderly also feel very reluctant to leave. Because snow is rare in the south of the Yangtze River, unlike in the north, the expectation and love for snow can only be deeply felt by those of us who grew up in the south of the Yangtze River. We are still full of energy and waiting for the next beautiful performance.
A single snowfall will never end the indifference of winter (4):
That year, when it snowed, rain fell one after another, souls were about to break, flowers fell and people shed tears, and again One year, lingering rain, heartbroken thoughts, and dreams lingering a thousand times about who is thin.
The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the continuous misty rain is as thin as sorrow. We have been looking forward to seeing this snow for a long time, but this morning it was raining and snowing, which seemed more suitable for the scene. The mountains in the distance and the current situation are completely like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. However, there are some broken flowers and a trace of reminiscence mixed in it.
In early winter, it is not surprising that there is snow, and it is not uncommon to have rain, but I like it to be snow in the rain. A few drops of raindrops are dotted in the falling snow, and it is so beautiful. What kind of coincidence, what kind of state of mind, and what kind of touch it gave me, I think, it is impossible to write it down. Even if there are thousands of words, I can't describe it in the slightest. What fills my heart is only gratitude and longing.
Time flies by, and I can encounter this scene and this place several times, so I understand in my heart that on days like this, I should put it in my pocket and hold it tightly. If one day, this world will It was gray, the glory was gone, and my heart felt like dust, so I secretly glanced at it, and then pretended to go back without saying a word.
If the beautiful day is yesterday, then today is tomorrow. How many years have we walked, not knowing where to go, looking to the end of the world, stranded within a year's long past, either happy or sad, It's not as good as the pure fate of snow in the rain. I did not hesitate to shed tears to cut off these three thousand strands, watching the rain and listening to the snow, listening to the snow and watching the rain.
So, I laughed, because only a smile can reflect the indifference of the rain and snow.
I looked into the distance, and there was a trace of nostalgia in my heart. Someone, please put on more clothes when it rains or snows.
One snowfall will never end the indifference of winter (V):
I still remember that snow, which accompanied my tenderness all night long, and I couldn’t wait for the flowers to bloom. Season, bury all your passion in this cold and snowy night. Talk about mood phrases
Let the snowflakes take away my thoughts, and let the rain take away my tears. From now on, I will no longer have your heartbreak. I will experience it alone and no longer think about why we broke up. , find a reason for yourself not to be sad, and want to stay at this moment forever and enjoy the joy of loneliness.
The cold is eroding everyone's skin, and there has been no trace of snow in the city for a long time. Just like a person's tears, they condense on the heart and become a wound. We will still be sad.
A falling snow can never erase the indifference of winter. The snow is beautiful, but very cold, cold to the bottom of my heart... My world is snowing... The snow falls on my palms and melts; just like our love, it melts and can never go back to the past.
The person you can’t let go of may have already found someone to replace you.
A single snowfall will never end the indifference of winter (6):
It’s this snow that makes this year end amazing
It’s not as good as ice The northern country, however, also blooms into a sea of ??flowers at our feet with the appearance of flowers blooming and the lightness of dancing steps. This long-awaited charm is so unforgettable at this moment. Looking back at the cycle of the year, what kind of perfection should I draw in the name of snow? In the extremely cold air outside the window, I can't find anything that can warm me, and I quietly guard a window with my thoughts, in front of a simple desk, drinking a cup of Boiling water warms hands and heart. On weekdays, listen to some music you like, even if no one is singing; or find one or two articles you like and read them, even if it is just a simple inner diary. Follow your heart, follow your temperament, maybe one day, I will like this kind of "romance", in words, in music, in the thoughts of the future...
As the days calm down, my mind More! It turns out that the waxing and waning of clouds and sunshine is the philosophy of the existence of the moon. The stream of light carries my dreams, and the years carve the traces of my heart. If I say that I am not good, will you feel sad? My occasional words of helpless emotion towards reality, will you feel distressed in the pulse of the years? Inside, I searched carefully, and those charms and absolute beauty that I once had floated into the cracks of the annual rings, leaving only a trace of frustrated regret. The cold wind in winter is so cold, and the dust that sometimes rises will also cast a sad scene on the sky. Yes, after all the sorrow and hardship, I still like Peter Pan, and he can never grow up. But in the torrent of time, I gradually grew up. The dreams of the past are wandering around somewhere, and the fragile and sensitive soul is covered with layers of dust by the world, but it is called growth. The moment I woke up from the fairy tale, I pretended to be strong and faced the world, lonely and cold. Everything around me stimulates my heart, but I still don't understand the chaotic rules of this society. Only when you have been drunk can you know how strong the wine is, and only when you have been in love can you know how deep the wine is. "Coffee is bad for the stomach, cigarettes are bad for the lungs, and emotions are bad for the heart." You probably have to experience them all before you know how powerful the world is.
It’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience to endure the darkness and welcome the dawn again. I still can't escape the memories, and I can only use them to fill the comfort in the loneliness. Like a fish emerging from the water, it comes and disappears in an instant, making my heart confused like a wave shadow, flickering endlessly. , I really want to pray to God to seriously clear my memory, or erase it without leaving any trace, and turn it into dust, or turn it into a bouquet of flowers blooming. I really don’t want to understand such a vague flickering, a kind of The feeling of being crazy is hesitating in the long night, ravaging this indescribable wish, happiness and upset are mixed together, and I am a little confused.
The falling snow in winter can calm your mind with just one graceful gesture. Holding my knees and talking to myself, in the name of snow, I have a dream in which it is dark when I close my eyes!
The indifference of winter with endless snow (7):
I I like the snow in winter, its purity, and its beauty. I like its bubbling flow, its gentle swaying in the wind, and its shyness with a smile. But I don’t like winter, because I always carry a lot of loneliness and sadness, embarking on a long-distance train, rushing to the horizon where care and longing cannot reach.
Today, there is no snow anymore, no more coolness from the snowflakes brushing the cheeks, no more ice-clear flying clouds. It was replaced by the sentimental rain. I understand that I will spend a long time in the long rainy season, and my life will grow in the rain.
Snow is beautiful, but it is not perfect. On my way home a few days before leaving, when I reached the top of the mountain, I saw the snow covering the mountains and fields, glowing coldly in the sun, as if it would never melt. I thought: It stands on the top of the mountain and can never be approached. There are always climbers, and they will leave the footsteps of the lone walker in loneliness and leave sadly. This kind of snow scene can only be viewed from a distance and used as a visual scenery. On the way back, I didn't take the original path because it only made people sad. There is no reason for grief, but the added sadness of separation makes people more nostalgic and heartbroken.
The snow scene is beautiful. In my life, there was once a plum tree that stood proudly in my heart. It’s just that I don’t know how to cherish or pursue. Let the beautiful flowers fall into the snow, turn into mud together, and turn into ruthless tears. Penetrating into a place in life that can no longer be found, grieving alone.
The most beautiful ever, with flying snowflakes!
A single snowfall can never end the indifference of winter (8):
When winter comes, I have been looking forward to it. Snow, maybe it’s my innate love for winter and snow. I can’t imagine winter without snow. I love the emptiness and silence of winter, even the bleakness and coldness. What I like most is walking alone on a deserted street when it snows, letting the snowflakes fly, stick to my clothes, and float into my collar. I was lazily sleeping on the bed during the winter vacation. When my mother opened the door to my room, she said inadvertently: "It's snowing heavily outside." My heart trembled for the late snow, and I quickly sat up from the bed. Open the curtains: there is a white coat on the roof of the house, and the trees are covered with crystal white velvet balls. So he got up, got dressed and pushed out the door. "Take a look, just take a look!" That was last year, I was doing homework in the classroom, and my deskmate called me to watch the snow. I raised my head and saw the shadow of snowflakes outside the window, and heard the cheerful shouts of many classmates in my ears.
My deskmate smiled brightly outside the window and waved to me. I lowered my head and said nothing. I also love to see the snowflakes flying and love her beauty and purity. It’s just that at that time, my heart was already filled with snow, which seemed to never melt. When I first entered high school, I wrote a hymn about snow. The teacher severely criticized me, saying that my writing was not good and my writing style was not natural enough. I was stunned, and I was equally calm: I had not polluted the holy snow in my heart. I understand accusations just like I understand other people's indifference and inexplicable sadness. I once wrote this sentence in my poem: Through the winter of life.
Later I wrote another essay about snow. I wrote this paragraph in the article: Trees should not be cut down in winter. Some small, seemingly fragile trees will fall apart after a winter. Stronger growth: Just like flowers that have been nurtured for a winter bloom brilliantly in spring. If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Now I am a college student. Looking back on the three years of hard study in high school did not bring me a gorgeous spring. However, people are always growing slowly and slowly learn to understand fairness and unfairness, necessity and accident in life. I walked on the deserted street, letting the snowflakes fall, and listened carefully to the sound of the snow melting: like the gentle moonlight falling on the calm water, like the bells of distant temples echoing in the quiet valley, like the sound of the beautiful cuckoo. Singing loudly, I heard expectations and the most perfect things in life. This winter, I am also in the winter of my life, but I have learned how to deal with it calmly. Just as the melted snow will still remind people of its beauty and purity, I believe that it will be resolved bit by bit, and it will all be like a drop of snow. The dewdrops on the green leaves are as crystal clear.
A snowfall that never ends the indifference of winter (9):
In the silent winter, the flying snowflakes decorate a white fairy tale world, and also bury the mundane world. Noisy and impetuous. Such a snow-covered scenery highlights the charm of winter. Amidst the flying snowflakes, I am in this pure and innocent world. With the whirling snowflakes, I merge into this beautiful artistic conception. Snowflakes are a holy feeling of the season, which can't help but make people have poetic reverie. The gentleness of winter is not like the blooming flowers of spring, the colorfulness of summer, or the ecstasy of autumn rain. The snow flies like a butterfly, the figure is soft and ethereal in the air, ah, what an elegant and tranquil world!
Snowflakes, the spirits of winter, my thoughts are flying with the snowflakes. In the biting wind, the dance is so graceful. The flying snowflakes are like flying catkins and colorful pear blossoms, dancing on me. thoughts. This pile of silver and jade, the withering of all things, and the cruel and ruthless winter have made those vibrant creatures pay the price with their lives.
In the winter season, both animals and plants have been very coldly tempered. Without the hypocrisy to cover up, everything shows its true colors. In the season when the flowers are withering, listening to the sigh of the snow falling outside the window will naturally bring you a different state of mind. Snow is nature’s messenger of winter, changing the color of the world. Looking at the elegant figure of the snow, kissing the earth so softly and falling into the embrace of the earth, I feel a special emotion in my heart. The Creator has tricked people and made the seasons go back and forth, making you feel the shortness of life. Winter tells people in its white language that this is a required course in the season of life. No one can bypass this winter that makes you happy or troubled! The sprouting inner world that cannot be calmed is like colorful falling snowflakes. In this empty world, it interprets my sadness...
I have accumulated so many memories, buried by the snow in winter. , the flying snowflakes outside the window, whose lovesickness is falling all over the ground? At this moment, I don’t stay for the world of mortals, just for the years to follow; I don’t feel sentimental for the seasons, just for my heart to have something to rely on. In this world of snow, I am not a hesitant lone traveler, because I have snow as my companion. Walking in the dreamland of winter, my thoughts are misty, and my thoughts are dyed in the silvery moonlight. Snowflakes, the elves of winter, are like my thoughts floating in the air, weaving my thoughts in this lonely season. In the world of time, the topics of life are both heavy and simple. We can neither talk about them in detail nor avoid them calmly, we can only deal with them. In the quiet night, my thoughts encounter the scenes of the seasons. A piece of light blue sky, a few soft white clouds dance in the sky, the graceful dance, dance out the romantic colors of autumn, the earth is the season of harvest, wandering in this season of gentle autumn breeze, how happy the mood is! Winter freezes the picture of autumn, and my thoughts return to reality. The maple leaves in the snow, against the backdrop of the white snow, are dazzling red and have a unique charm. That wonderful moment condenses into eternal memories and treasures!
There are four seasons throughout the year. Each season has a different color, which also indicates different situations in life. Seasons are like life. Snowflakes floated into my words, and the little girl who looked like Pingpingtingting danced on the manuscript paper, and the artistic conception was still there.
Snowflakes add the colors of the season; colors enrich life; life interprets everyone's realm. Is not it?
Snowflakes, send my thoughts from afar...
A snowflake restrains the colorful colors of autumn, and a gust of wind silences the thoughts of autumn. Winter follows the path of the seasons and comes to this troubled world. Everything happens inadvertently, and everything seems to be expected. In winter, there are no flowers on the branches, no butterflies in the flowers, and no green grass. In this way, with my dream, I entered the long-awaited dream world of winter. The soft snowflakes are like light birds flying from the fairy tale world to the world, and the grand dance of the snow elves colorfully fills the world.
The north wind is the messenger of the season, and the snow is the note of winter. The snowflakes dancing in the sky can always compose winter into a soft and graceful movement, allowing the whistling north wind to express your feelings. Snowflakes have the pride of wintersweet, the pure soul of lotus flowers, and the elegance of lilies, so otherworldly. The dancing snow is full of the artistic conception of poetry, the implication of painting, and the charm of winter. The world is full of snow, as quiet and beautiful as poetry, crystal clear, smart and timeless. It is a lovely and holy spirit, a jumping note, the sound of Sanskrit singing, the water of poetry, and the dense clouds. Snowflake is an ethereal little poem in front of the cold window, a sketch of winter, graceful and graceful. The snowflakes dancing all over the world are fresh and flawless, cleansing the haze of the soul and paving the road of life. At the edge of the fading years, I open a corner of winter, with a touch of green in my heart, looking forward to the spring flowers blooming in the next season.
Winter is beautiful, unabashedly beautiful, unlike spring flowers that rely on dewdrops to set off their beauty; unlike summer, the falling snowflakes are a romantic and graceful feeling. Looking for plum blossoms in the snow is an elegant thing that takes a long time, and singing about the snow is a generous poem. Seasons are so wonderful. On the coldest days, a beautiful fairy tale begins. Winter is worth remembering because it is the season of budding. The misty snow swept away the melancholy in my heart, and the flying snowflakes were like a beautiful story.
It made my mood suddenly brighter, and my depressed mood became so warm in the night. Playing the elegant rhythm of white snow adds a new look to the blooming wintersweet. The mood that arises is a touch of fresh green on the branches in the coming year, and a warm message is handwritten in the warm winter sun. In this season, no snow is missing, just like there is no love in emotion.
On a street corner in a winter, I met you who made my heart skip a beat, and my heart suddenly became brighter. For me, it was a fate that could only be met but not sought... However, in an instant you disappeared from my sight. I was at a loss and didn't know how to find you.
How many times in the days when I missed you, I placed my thoughts on the falling snowflakes, letting them carry my thoughts and bring my deep attachment; how many times I embraced the loneliness and listened to the sound of the falling snow, thinking that it was your love. Your gentle footsteps; how many times have I dreamed that you walked into the heart of my dream with a faint smile; how many times have I turned into a goose returning from the south, flying to your habitat alone; how many times have I become a goose returning from the south, flying to your habitat alone; How many times have I turned my thoughts into colorful snowflakes, flying on the road you must pass, releasing my love; how many times have I asked the flying snowflakes if they know her message?
In this night without green, spring, fruit, and you, vitality and dreams have become misty white clouds, leaving behind the lonely thoughts of the two places. It is easy to get out of a person's heart, but it is difficult to get out of a person's thoughts. I am gazing at the end of the world, and you are gazing at the corner of the sea. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to pass down the brocade book. I miss you. How many times have I stared at the cold sky, and I have always imagined which meteor could pass through your dreamland? I miss you, I spread all my thoughts in the white snow, compose a winter whisper with coolness, and play it for you; I miss you, there are countless worries hidden in the countless thoughts. At the end of sadness, flowers filled with sunshine are opening to you one after another...
The snow sways the dreams of winter nights, and longing floods the entire winter. Wandering in the Jindu of longing, staring in your direction, the snowflakes cover my sight, but the longing eyes are lengthening...
Snowflakes, please take my thoughts with you...
A single snowfall will never end the indifference of winter (10):
The flying snow spread all over the sky, like several white dragons, sweeping in from the muddy sky. The feeling of severe cold and dryness in the middle of winter was instantly dissipated, and what hit my face was actually coolness and moisture, which was refreshing.
The original dead branches and leaves in this place disappeared, and the gloomy, dark, and death atmosphere was suppressed by the white and soft body. The shocking scene disappeared, and the long-term distorted and depressed psychology gradually relaxed.
Spring flowers and autumn leaves, passing by the wind and dust, are absorbed into the soul by the purity all over the mountains and plains. This buried world, this holy garland in the world's cemetery, the noise of all things has stopped, and the elves of snow are everywhere, existing as the ultimate vitality.
In the snowy fields under the night sky, there seem to be countless childish stars running around. They are laughing and dancing wildly, competing with the silent birch trees standing on the snowy ridge. The leaves of the thin birch trees have long been swept away by the autumn wind, leaving only one branch rising, but it cannot hide its dying breath.
Quiet, silent. Are all struggles like this? There were no huge waves toppling the sky, no roaring thunder. Is this true of all deaths? There is no shaking of the earthquake, no loud explosion, just the fragrant snow year after year, falling in the fierce north wind, falling on the frozen soil, and covering the tightly covered scarves, scarves, cotton clothes, and even The leather boots melted silently into a thin pool of water.
I want to praise this tranquility, grandeur, ease, and poetry. Death is a thing of the past and purity is where all reality begins. Don't you think this quietness is so gorgeous? Want to ignite expectations? The white elves are dancing, the white dreams are dancing, dancing, walking through, and galloping into the distance in the empty valley of time.