Beautiful prose about snow: there is a kind of meeting just for the final farewell, and there is a kind of farewell that will never be seen again. If memory is the connection between the past and the present, then our past is the most splendid fireworks in the fleeting time, which will inevitably fragrance the youth of that season. If it used to be a shining lamp, then our old love will be the most touching story, destined to warm the time of that year.
After a fleeting time, I loved the lingering years, and I always understood the true meaning of love in a casual moment. Once romantic, who provoked the seeds of love, who moistened millions of feelings, only after the painful love suddenly found that the original years have already arranged our fate, fate has arrived, the encounter will inevitably be met, the departure will eventually leave, so the people you meet should cherish, and the people who leave should say goodbye with a smile.
Old times can only stay in old stories, and the people who appear in the stories are doomed not to cross the memory gap, flash the light about love, and then bury it in their hearts forever. I still remember your tenderness and your sadness; Your smile, your face, will always be fixed in the depths of memory.
Zhang Ailing said that some people have never had a chance to meet. When they have a chance to meet, they will hesitate. It's best not to meet. Some things have never had a chance to do, and I don't want to do it again when I have a chance. Some words have been buried in my heart for a long time and I have no chance to say them. When I had a chance to say it, I couldn't say it. Some loves have never had a chance to love, and they stopped loving when they had a chance.
The best memory of love is when we first met, and the worst moment is when we never leave each other. Meeting was our first beautiful beginning, but we broke up in a hurry, and our ending was not what we had imagined. It's just that when the feelings are broken and sad, all the past is gone with the wind. No matter how many prosperous years we talked about, no matter how many vows we made, no matter how many affairs we talked about, you can't actually keep this moment away from me.
That year, silence was a farewell party. Maybe our fate is doomed to end here. We once said that we would accompany each other through the years to come. However, the love maintained by feeling is too illusory, as if people always can't find the direction and see the future. Therefore, separation is the most helpless ending and the saddest farewell. From then on, a person's sleepless night, a person's grief, simply can not hear any outside voice, simply can not hear all the comfort from around. What rings in my ear is the song I listened to with you, and what echoes in my mind is the promise I made with you. What is unacceptable now is that you leave quietly, and you are cruel and don't look back, leaving me alone.
Beautiful prose about snow: That year, when it snowed in winter, there was always a trace of regret with my joy and a trace of sadness with my smile. On this festive day, at this moment of calling in the old and welcoming the new, it should be a happy moment, but I am not happy at all. Life is the same without you. The thick festive atmosphere didn't give me much joy, but it made me miss you more.
Walking in the empty street, I feel a little cold, not because the wind is too strong, but because I am alone. I don't know how you will feel at the moment, at least not as unhappy as I am. I walked across the street like running water, stopped at the bus stop and watched a couple wave goodbye reluctantly. I feel the same way. For an instant, I recalled my farewell to you in the snow that winter.
It's the same winter, just a few years later, in different places, but the memory is still so clear. It was windy that day, and tiny snowflakes kept falling in the sky. That was my last snow with you. You want to leave, I say goodbye to you. We were lovers who had nothing to say, but we became speechless before parting. Maybe you and I both know that I can't keep you and you don't want to stay for me.
So we walked silently, and the cold wind roared past, messing up your long flowing hair and hurting my already calm heart. At this moment, I follow you sadly like a pet about to be abandoned, but you still walk against the wind and don't find my tearful face behind you.
You have never seen my tears, because I always cry when you can't see them. I'm not as strong as you think, but I haven't had time to let you know that you are leaving. Although I don't know the reason why you left, I love you, so I think I should follow your decision. At least I don't want to be sorry, but at the moment I want to hold you and ask you to stay.
But I know that your heart is as persistent as mine, what's more, you have told me that you will leave eventually, and it's only my fault that I can't let go. Looking at your weak and firm body, even if my heart aches, even if I don't give up, I can only silently accompany you through this last journey.
I forgot what you said to me on the platform that day, because at that moment, there was no room for any language in my heart. I only remember that I have been fingering the snowflakes falling in your hair. I only remember that when I left, you took off your red scarf and put it around my neck. I only remember the moment you left, and my heart was suddenly evacuated. I only remember that I was in tears after the train left. I'll never forget that you were far-fetched when you left.
Meeting is fate, not to mention that you and I once loved each other and knew each other. Although we finally broke up, it was enough. Although some love can't be together for a lifetime, it can make people miss it for a lifetime. I don't know if you will miss me, but I have been thinking about you and thinking calmly.
Today, many years later, in this snowy winter, in this city without you, I still miss you alone and miss the snow-like parting. When I close my eyes, I seem to have returned to that day. It has been snowing in the sky, but you still stand there, smiling and waving goodbye to me.
Beautiful prose about snow: the sadness of snow A white and flawless snow seems to have ended the end of this winter. Vague thoughts, walking in a dense atmosphere, a little careless, then fell into this forest world.
The floating of memory, all kinds of characters, the pursuit of reality and the gentleness of falling snow decorate this noisy world into a simple blank. Walking scenery and backward reflection make this road to a distant place extend infinitely, and even the ending of the story is spread out by infinite desolation.
Time slips away quietly, and the years are gone forever. In retrospect, it seems that everything is so natural. Once the dream, disappeared; The bright smile disappeared; The dust of the encounter has settled; All traces of the past have disappeared! Unconsciously, the hair tip is a little more transparent and pale, blowing up the beauty left by the eyebrows, as if a sad dance was beating at the fingertips.
Sometimes, I think life is like a cup of bitter green tea. The finer the taste, the stronger the taste, and the longer the time, the deeper the feeling. Wait until the lips and teeth are fragrant, and then look closely at the world of mortals, only to find that everything is so simple. All kinds of things in the world are just beautiful scenery staged in reincarnation. We are just embellishments and our unchangeable destination.
I always miss those different scenery. I always miss those distant figures.
When the yellowed past is branded with eternal memories and gently sinks into my heart, my melancholy has a sad ripple. Yin Hui, where the snow is gone, there are scattered snowflakes all over the sky. The light of that moment seems to have passed through the darkness of the Millennium, and those long-forgotten worries will bloom in an instant.
The faint cold wind sets off the dim eyes and stiff footsteps, crossing the night of the broken bridge and the residual snow. Looking around, the distant scenery slowly began to melt, as if everything in this world would turn into boundless nothingness. And I, in this way, stood quietly among them, sighed and forgot the flowers and the world.
It is said that when a person is used to loneliness, his heart will be affected by sadness, and no matter how to vent it, the loneliness and desolation will always be like smoke, looming and lingering. Perhaps it is because I have been hugged by loneliness for too long that the lingering sadness will haunt me repeatedly in time. Stumbling on this road where there is only progress but no retreat, the scenery on the road is so beautiful. Stop and go, look back, but I don't know why, I walked and watched, but I cried inexplicably.
I often think that some encounters are doomed, such as you and me. In the vast network, we just happened to meet and then accompanied each other for a period of time. The hurried time, in the gorgeous turn, took away the years of Jinse, which seems to have left something, but it seems that nothing has been left. We always trudge on the road and sigh that we are in a hurry. Fortunately, we met in each other's words, then crossed, covered our cold hearts with wordless words, and accompanied each other with warm friendship.
When the vicissitudes of life have passed, the silhouette of the past has become blurred, but every time I look at the words at that time, there will always be a warm current flowing in my heart. It turns out that we have been walking in this landscape together. Whether we have contact or not, whether we come or not, the words we left for each other have witnessed this friendship and the dreams we left in time.
I will always remember that you are a dust on a stranger and a child in winter. As you always remember, there is an oath never to stand up in spring. Bit by bit, never forget; Bit by bit, still with the initial warmth, I am still moved.
In my impression, the most beautiful time in winter is around Christmas. The crystal white snowflakes are dancing and putting on holy clothes for the festival. Now in my heart, you are.
The years are still quiet, and the years we have passed together still shine in my heart. Fate has an inexplicable subtlety. No matter how long I haven't contacted, the person in my heart will always be in my heart. Why do you need someone to remind you of your day? The day that belongs to you has been deeply imprinted in my mind since I met you.
At this time, I am sitting in front of the screen, beating the sad words of snow, and I miss the snowy days and the agreement of still water. Will you always accompany me, walk farther and see more beautiful scenery with me?
At this moment, is there a snow waiting at your window? Can there be snowflakes dancing and soft? I believe that your lips will bend when you read these simple words.
The bottom of my heart is as clear as snow, and a happy and romantic smile blooms. Then, you will be with me. On the journey of writing, we will look at each other and look for deeper and more beautiful scenery.
At this moment, it seems that this is just a snow dream.