Autumn flowers will bloom like fallen leaves, and winter mood will sink. Gradually, I will walk into the closed door where I am not strong, penetrate a little mercerization, open the emotional window, and tears will not fall. Missing is also a kind of beauty, so I will see a leaf full of red autumn flowers, and my life will turn from sadness to joy. Lonely as autumn, my indifferent expression is an impenetrable iron wall man, walking on a steep cliff, gently telling the sorrow of the world. Perhaps indifference has made the smile disappear, perhaps the snow and ice have covered the warmth, but the faint sadness is like an ozone hole, which can never make up for someone standing quietly by the sea like a penguin, waiting for opportunities, and someone flying around like an eagle, persistently pursuing a better future. Flowers have withered, leaves have withered, but dreams are still in your thorns. Step by step to explore whether you are struggling to knock on the door of fate. The rain has stopped. It's sunny, the dream is waving and smiling, singing the song of life, and nourishing the heart of love with joy. Winter is a quiet season. Grandpa always sits silently on the winter wall alone. The sun stroked his face as old as a walnut with gentle hands and caressed his beloved child like a loving mother. Winter is a snowy season, and snowflakes rise like mysterious white butterflies in Ran Ran. Yang comes from a distant heaven. My grandfather told the story of his childhood on a quiet snowy night. He is as happy as a child, and his heart is filled with infinite warmth, just as we suddenly remembered a spring outing on a sad day. In fact, no one knows what grandpa is thinking in winter, but his story tells me that he has been very, very far away from his childhood and hometown ... "Missing Winter" Jiang. In fact, winter is beautiful, the forest is clean and simple, and the sun is everywhere. The figure of children playing in front of the mountain and behind it is also reminiscent of the long loofah figure under the rattan frame. The old man who dozed in the sun forgot to set up a sentry. At this moment, you dive into the inland river to catch the sadness on the beating waves, while my riverbed is dry and cracked, and the blood bells of his ancestors play the morning dew, and the lotus leaves are fresh and stretched in the wind. In fact, in winter. It's a beautiful day today. Nature takes off her coat and reveals her naked soul. The bone marrow lurking in winter can hear the sound of early spring. Silent winter is as cold as a patient who has lost his memory. Still cold, quiet and expressionless, winter is as pure as a white swan in the online game world. Its carefree and wild nature makes sparrows start from dead branches and get into warm clothes. Cold loneliness is another landscape of life. Fortunately, in such a calm season, the wind is full of homesickness and tears begin to crystallize. Winter always reminds people of something, or misses something. The fire is burning, and I always think I can burn out some past events. Many things need us to warm up. Actually, love and life will calm down day by day. Winter is a snowflake. Let me learn to be grateful. Thank the breeze for bringing me another kind of beauty of life and gently awakening my sleeping heart.
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