The snowflakes are fluttering and falling, decorating the winter in the night solemnly and elegantly, the cold wind that rises and falls, blowing up and falling the curled yellow leaves, falling, the road is full of poplar leaves, stepping on it, booming, as if the muscles and bones are about to break.
Under the dim light, the falling snowflakes were shining, one by one, the Xiaoice crystals fell on the face, on the forehead, on the tip of the nose, cold, moist.
Snowflakes, under the dim street lamp, like flying catkins, clumps, petals, the world is occupied by the yellow of fallen leaves and the colorful white of snowflakes, forming a beautiful scenery in the evening breeze of winter nights.
Occasionally, a few young people hold their mobile phones, facing the dim street lamp, and take pictures of the vivid snowflakes under the light, the snowflakes are full of surprise white, floating freely, evoking the innocence of young people, child-like enthusiasm and joy.
The cold wind came at this time to join in the fun, the wind was blowing, and the leaves were rustling in the wind, giving the silent winter night a cold coat.
The night walkers on the road were in a hurry, and their hearts were surging as if they were going to disappear at the end of this world in an instant, and escape from this world as quickly as possible.
Snowflakes fell to the ground one by one, and the asphalt road was dark and wet, making the night even thicker.
People finally ushered in the first snow of 2023, the snow is white and flawless, noble and holy.
On the fallen leaves under the tree, a thin layer of snow pressed on it, and the trunk of the poplar tree was thick and straight, bare, white, and naked, as if it had an open heart.
A little snow on the leaves, covering the leaves, hung down, heavy, like the fruitful fruits of autumn.
Standing under the tree, feeling the coolness of winter, the snowflakes on the tree fell in a row, fell on the face, cool, and suddenly sobered up a lot.
Heavy cars pass by, crushing the remaining snow to pieces, mud everywhere, and pedestrians have to go around.
On the sidewalk of this old street, the snow is piled up under the wall, cold and lonely, and the white light reflects the dashing white light in the night, the cold light is bleak and cold.
As the saying goes: snow is not cold, snow is cold.
Yesterday I didn't feel cold, but today the temperature has dropped by a few degrees. As soon as I went out, I suddenly felt the cold of winter, and the cold wind penetrated my skin along my clothes, making people shrink unconsciously, as if only by shrinking up can I feel warm and resist the cold.
Thick white snow covered the cars, as if to bury them, and the white swallowed up the narrow streets.
The snow, the bleak cold hit the whole city, and the reflected snow returned to the bleak white light, making people feel the bleakness and tranquility of the world even more.
People seem to pay more attention to the first one when the snow is coming, and only this snow reminds people that winter is indeed here and that they should wear more clothes.
While people want to see the pure color of winter, deep down they also want the snow on the road to slip off quickly so that they don't slip and fall.
The dark night of winter always seems very long, always feels that it has not yet fallen asleep, the day is bright, wakes up in confusion, and thinks that the time is not early, opens the curtains, a white world, looks at the watch, the clock points to three o'clock in the middle of the night, the night, is so long, dare not spend it in cranky thoughts, cover with a warm quilt, and fall asleep.
In the old age, chewing on the memories of the past in the lonely sleep, I don't want to taste the sadness in the remaining old dreams, give myself a reason to be happy, and let the stars shine.
Outside the window, the lonely white light, shining like day, and the night is confused, stopping in my sleepless memory tonight.
A bitter cold wind blew in through the crack in the window, like a seed in the night, taking root in my heart.
I promised myself to sow the seeds of hope with sincere happiness, fantasizing that I am like an unrestrained child, wandering freely under the sky, no matter day or night, no matter who gives me harm, I don't accept it, I just want to be a free person in the world, who can bring happiness to myself, I hope good people have good dreams, year after year!