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The leaves won't all fall in one day.
For me, winter is a classic book that I can never finish reading. Just like in the desert, through the sand, through the wind and frost, all to take me away.
The biting cold wind took away a group of galloping horses, good grass, good flowers and good wine. Everything will eventually be awakened by the relentless destruction of winter, and those lost passions and fantasies will be revived in the body.
This slow and slow cold seems to imply something. Everything is disappearing little by little, like a great migration. Every time I throw away some dead branches and old things.
Just like the human body, it decays slowly and needs to be activated by something.
In winter, an invisible man comes down from the ladder. It is inevitable to pick up the illusory starlight, give up the roses when I was young, and come to the world from the clouds.
Like the arrival of snow.
First, be pious, accept the cold in winter, and compete with indifference and life. You can't say that waiting for snow is empty.
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Honey, how long have we been apart? There are no birds over the city.
This winter, there are only silent Woods and silent bells. Twelve leaves fell and the sun gradually went down. The river is silent, and time is very skinny. The wind writes the legend and shadow of life, and the new season begins to face each other.
Whether you come or not, there will be life, and some people will die in this cool morning.
On a rock, there is the temperature of snowflakes, and the hand plate is blown up by the wind. All sounds hibernate, vegetation becomes reserved, butterflies turn into snowflakes and fly in the blue night.
Time also froze. In winter, everything is hidden in the mountains, self-convergent, and conforms to the breath and color of nature.
At this moment, every inch of skin in winter is very sensitive.
The hair-trigger lightning will wake up the snow in the distance; A flock of sparrows have nothing to do, and they will easily break all the weeds in the wild; Wild leopards lurk behind the leaves in the jungle, panting and hiding many truths.
No one delivered the letter, and the house was empty. A docile woman suddenly ran away in a poem.
three
On the silent land, a grain of dust has also become particularly textured.
I like what you said: "It's not time that kills, but parting".
The paper is louder and louder. Shallow words can't match the golden sunset. Where the nest is in the tree, it will be taken away by the wind and snow, and it will make people feel cold and don't want to talk.
In winter, it seems that a wizard has cast a spell. Farewell is the language of winter. At the end of the year and the beginning of the year, there were disastrous rains and water repeatedly hypnotized by the cold wind.
Live by gray in winter. We always forget and meet again. Nowadays, the warm light will fall sooner or later. Parting is for rebirth after despair. Parting is an empty word.
Every coming spring is a post station in this life. Winter is a person's river and lake. How you fight against fate, how you resist and face the cold, is a person's business.
Winter is suitable for staying indoors, drinking aged Pu 'er and having a great love. It's getting dark. The city is so low that there is only one address left.
Orchids bloom silently, and the ethereal breath falls where it comes from. Speaking of winter, an old friend drank a glass of wine and longed for the reunion of Qian Shan in this life.
The miserable working group, with a gloomy cloud, can still show a frank smile before going home, and everything will pass.
Endure and endure, and finally say it, but it is a kind of homesickness.