Looking for a ray of sunshine to warm your heart.
In the thick of winter, it is as cold as freezing. The ruthless west wind and severe frost combined, and the remaining warmth in the crawling palms evaporated into haze, and only a cold sound could be heard, hissing in the ears and temples. I hid in my thick down jacket and wrapped myself into a street scene. Or like a statue frozen by the wind, or like dust that melts with a flick of the eye.
The cold clothes are wet with tears, and the wind makes it even colder. The green and thin skin tightened in an instant, protecting the three inches of sparse bones that had only the slightest weight left. I heard my jaws trembling and making a squeaking collision, which extended to the soles of my feet. The arms are attached to the chest to keep each other warm, and the plush thermal material is ultimately inferior to the ice and snow. I guessed how many figures were walking back and forth in the cold air.
Under this dead white sky, there is a colorless world. The hazy front is like being in a psychedelic wonderland but more like a cold hell. The plane trees were eclipsed, dry and their remaining leaves had long since fallen away. The brilliant golden color of the past has been reduced to a dull brown by the monochromatic pale season, and the lush branches and leaves have only reincarnated into a mottled shell.
Occasionally, the sky will struggle to emit a few strands of lazy light, but it will be strangled in the early stages of vitality by the haze that blocks the sky and the sun. Seasons are empty, everything is empty, the world is empty, and days are transformed into black and white movies. Dawn, a mystery.
Everything is worth its weight in time when it is most needed, such as coals of fire from the snow, a helping hand from the cliff, a bright night light, and a considerate hug when you are curled up. At this time, how much I look up to the golden light that once bloomed in distant time and space. Even if there is only three inches of sunlight, it is enough to make the figure rest.
I have never been so eager for sunshine, eager to be blessed by the gentleness of the warm heaven and earth. At that time, the clouds were light and the wind was gentle, the sky was high and the sun was setting. Light and shadow emerged in the shade of the trees, and the outlines were clearly visible. At that time, the sun was blazing, gold was flowing, and enthusiasm was full. I seemed to see my own shadow vividly appearing in front of me. At that time, life was very dynamic, like a kaleidoscope taking on various shapes, but now everything is as dead as the end. Nowadays, even if the lens has a large aperture and high ISO, it cannot retain the image of the beautiful scenery and overlapping phantoms. The natural beauty of light and shadow has yet to be reproduced.
Time still touches the Chinese years, but the chaos of the heaven and earth is not like the beginning, and there is no trace of flowing light. How many people grow old in panic while guarding their rooms with modern smart heaters; how many people climb mountains and wade through rivers in foreign lands just to follow that warm ray of sunshine.
When the time is cold, no one warms the palm; when the years are vigorous, no one stabilizes the arms. The frost is ups and downs, but only one knows whether it is cold or warm. Perhaps memory can dilute the blue hair and white hair, but it is difficult to dissolve the coldness that condenses in the heart. The wind passes by, crushing the youth and leaving traces in the cracks. The wind passed by and the silence of the sky made my heart feel colder.
Looking for that ray of warm sunshine, quietly holding down the beauty of the numerous fruits, watching the forest dyed and golden everywhere.
Thinking of that ray of sunshine as warm as summer, hold onto the dazzling beauty with enthusiasm, and watch the floating light spots flickering on the lake.
Fall in love with that ray of sunshine that is as warm as spring, calmly embrace the gentle beauty, and watch the resurrection of all things and the fragrance of flowers.
Only sunshine can ignore past grudges and remain as gentle as ever in the world. Therefore, I would rather be pious and willing to pursue it diligently. Walking from the empty house into the cold current, walking out of the glazed city, even if it becomes a cocoon of ice, I am still willing to be warm.