The warm sun in winter is the hardest thing to give up. The setting sun has gradually tilted, mixed with the afterglow of life, burning the last trace of heat in life.
The wish that once meant a beautiful marriage has now become a sigh of late birth. "On the willow shoots, people meet at dusk" and then "it's dusk to be alone", but the course during this period is the witness of human vicissitudes, no longer "teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow", but the worries and worries are in it.
At dusk, it is the saddest parting, "outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road", to send friends away from the ancient road and send feelings outside the pavilion. In life, the most difficult thing to give up is the simple warmth. Warm people's hearts and accompany you on Wan Li Road. Childhood dusk, spent in play; The night I was studying, I gradually passed away in my farewell to my family; And the dusk between the stands, but quietly left unconsciously. Once upon a time, our young dreams have gradually changed.
Winter nights are short and cold, everything is quiet, but only the moan of the wind. How many twilight years are there in life? But every time we don't have time to taste it, it slips away. Just like the fine sand falling from your fingertips, you can neither hold it too tightly nor let it loose.
Only in the winter of a year can dead branches arouse my meditation on life. The warm sun in winter is neither cold nor hot, but it warms people's hearts unconsciously. Only when the Spring Festival approaches, families who have been away for a year can get together, meet for a warm afternoon, have a glass of wine, bask in the sun together, taste the winter afternoon and repeat the old-fashioned topics.
In winter, choose a sunny afternoon, bring an old cane chair and soak a cup of light green tea, which is enough for you to spend an afternoon comfortably. When the warm winter sun shines on you, you will find that time slows down at this moment. In this seemingly still moment, you found the true meaning of life in my quiet moment. Sneaking around in a complex society, even if you are not tired, your heart is already tired. In society, you must wear a mask of hypocrisy. Only at home, you are you, the truest you. Family is your inner resting place. You are tired of sailing in the ocean of society, and there is a harbor of home waiting for you to stop and rest. The brightest lighthouse is the most solid creed in your life and the most unforgettable memory!