At the intersection of winter, the cold wind is biting, like a cold whip, beating the prosperity of the past fiercely. I stood on the threshold of December, and in front of me was the winter of falling leaves and withering, like a weary soul, silently telling the vicissitudes of time.
As the end of the year approaches, I am waiting for a quiet meeting. This encounter is accompanied by the warmth of the sun and the silence of the falling snow. It is like the alternation of the seasons, the cycle of life and death, the interweaving of hope and despair.
I stood at the crossroads of the years, looking at the clouds and smoke of the past, and an inexplicable melancholy surged in my heart. Those lost years, those once prosperous, have now been blown away by the cold wind, and have become a vague shadow in memory.
However, I am not sad. Because I know that this quiet meeting is coming. It's like the sunshine of the season, short but warm. It's like the snow that falls this season, and although it's cold, it's peaceful.
The wind of the season continues to blow, blowing away the prosperity of the past and the hope of the future. I stood at the door of December, watching the winter of fallen leaves and withering, waiting for this quiet meeting. I am sure that it will come, just as punctual and beautiful as the sunshine and falling snow of this season.
In this city, the melody of life seems to be fast-forwarded, the flowers of spring seem to dissipate in the blink of an eye, and the long thoughts of autumn seem to drift away in the wind. People travel between dawn and dusk in the city, weaving through the hustle and bustle of the crowd, or sitting quietly by the window and spending time at a leisurely pace.
And some people quietly stopped, quietly looking back at the past years, looking forward to meeting the past again. The city is like a huge stage, on which everyone plays out their own story, joys and sorrows, busyness and leisure.
I like the warm sunshine, which is like a loving mother, comforting the vicissitudes of the four seasons with a gentle touch, and embracing the earth with a warm embrace. I also like the silent snowfall, which is like a soft quilt, quietly covering the hustle and bustle of the years, making the world quiet and beautiful. In this long journey, we have experienced too many joys and sorrows, and there are some things that we can't keep or sigh about.
If time is a long river of turbulent waves, silently swallowing up the beautiful scenery on the way past, then this winter is like a bleak picture, showing a bleak and lonely scene.
The festival order to winter, like an elegant painting, laying out the vicissitudes of the years. The meeting on the road is like the warm sun in winter, illuminating each other's hearts. In the course of life, we have also stumbled and lost ourselves in the prosperous world;We were also busy, chasing fame and fortune;We have also traveled through thick and thin, running to unknown distances.
I hope that on the road tomorrow, our hearts can be filled with sunshine, and let the warmth accompany every morning and evening rush. In the rush of rush, keep a calm heart and face the challenges of life with a smile. As far as the eye can see, there is a shallow smile, which is our firm belief in the future and our yearning for a better life.
Let us cherish the beauty of those vast years, and cherish the brief encounter and parting. On this long road of life, may we be accompanied by sunshine and warmth all the way. No matter how the years change, may our hearts always maintain that innocence and kindness, and let the warmth bloom in every moment.