On the winter road, the cold wind roars and sweeps away all vanity. Those once bustling streets and alleys are now particularly quiet in the swaying of dead branches, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.
Looking back on the past, I cherish the memories of the past, and those warm pictures are like bright stars, twinkling in the cold winter night. And some people are looking forward to the reunion with old friends, and their hearts are full of anticipation and longing, as if they have seen the warmth of spring.
I love that street corner, when the leaves turn yellow, it's like a beautiful picture painted by the years on the bark of the tree, intoxicating. I also like the sunny alleys, where the fingerprints of time seem to be imprinted on every brick and stone, every tile, as if they will burst out of their shells at any time and bloom with amazing beauty.
In the past years, I have witnessed countless sparkles and fragrances, which disappear in an instant, like fireworks, but not as good as human aftertaste. Like the bright stars in the night sky, although short-lived, they leave a deep imprint.
These moments, like the bits and pieces of life, may be insignificant, but they are an important element in the construction of a life. I love these details, they make me feel the beauty and preciousness of life.
However, all this happens so naturally that we cannot lament its passing away, we can only calm down and appreciate its existence with all our hearts. It's like we always ignore those subtle beauty in our busy lives, until they pass away quietly, and we wake up like a dream, and those moments have already turned into eternal scenery in our hearts.
In this winter, although there is no magnificent view of the distant mountains and twilight sea, people stop and admire. The sun is quiet and warm, like a mother's hand gently caressing people's hearts. Although there are no butterflies and bees flying flowers to decorate the time, the winter snow falls silently, picturesquely, and lightly falls on the world.
The pace of life is like that of a busy traveler, through the blooming flowers of spring, over the warm sunshine of summer, through the falling leaves of autumn, and finally to the silence of winter.
Those once prosperous and lively are now only a deep sigh in memory. At this moment, we really realize that the world in front of us has been covered by the vastness of winter, and the cold wind accompanied by the yellow fallen leaves has blown away all the hustle and bustle.
In the cold winter, people's hearts yearn for that warm sun, just like in the warm sunshine, we have deep thoughts. This longing, like a gentle breeze, shallow, gentle, makes people fall into endless reverie. Like the falling snowflakes, it quietly and gently covers the entire earth, bringing us into the longing for our distant relatives.
Time flies, time flies, and in the change of morning and twilight, we have experienced laughter and tears, as well as setbacks and growth. In this noisy world, we have walked through the bustling streets, and we have also sat in silent corners, admiring the brilliant sunset and ethereal clouds.
In this season, we long for warm sunshine in our hearts and anticipation in our eyes. When we look back on the past, those warm years seem to flicker in front of us, they are like a beam of warm sun, illuminating every corner of my heart. Those upcoming days also make me look forward to them.