The weather is cold at dusk, the north wind is dashing, and the winter solstice has arrived. There is a touch of snow, and I hope that the dissolving moonlight, between the snow and the moon, should be appreciated. Guess the moon is asleep, the stars yawn, the wind blows from afar, swaying the silence of the trees? I couldn't stand the sound of the wind, and the wind on a winter night touched the screen to knock down these few lines of broken words. Wandering between the words every day, I can't remember how many warm and cold stories I have written, and how many words I have spoken heartily; Can't say that these heartfelt attachments are lyrical relief, or are they feeling the bitterness and joy of life?
Time, like a black and white intertwined painting, from the brilliance of the day to the silence of the night, from the silence of the night to the hustle and bustle of the day, day after day, year after year, in the closing of the eyes and opening the eyes. These overlapping days are like the journey of life, from the beginning of one fate to the end of another. Some fates, like a spring breeze, are gentle and subtle, making people unconsciously moved; Some fates are like cold stars on a winter night, shining with distant and unreachable light.
Fate has an incomprehensible profundity, and between people, they both want to keep a distance and desire intimacy. Is it to be born to follow the needs of the inner self, or to succumb to the needs of the realm of reality?
All the encounters in the earthly world are just like one practice after another. Some fate is used to test your moral code and the bottom line of life, and you can understand this truth only when you are in it.
Life is like the cycle of the four seasons, and when we are young, we always yearn to build our own dreams, where there is a warm place to live and a loving partner. However, with the passage of time, we have come to realize that some people and some things are like clouds on the horizon, drifting and disappearing in the blink of an eye. Perhaps, this is the fate of fate, which makes people realize the impermanence and preciousness of time in the chase.
Don't you know that fate is like a giant wheel, unable to turn around, and the love and hate, gain and loss in life are all the fruits of prophecy that have long been engraved in the depths of time. Like the encounter of the wind, gathering is also dependent, scattering is also dependent, like a wordless poem. When a fate comes to an end, there is no need to lament, and there is no need to be nostalgic, and it is the best arrangement to go with the flow. Just as flowing water returns to the sea, fallen leaves return to the roots, everything has a fixed number, and everything has a destination.
The encounter in the world, compared to the encounter between style and rain and snow, could not be more appropriate. When the wind meets the rain, it will walk with the rain, interdependent, and jointly interpret the splendor of the season.
When the wind gently sweeps through the snow, it walks with the snow, covering the earth with a layer of whiteness and romance. However, the pace of the wind has always been independent and firm, and it has not stopped because of the encounter with the rain, nor has it changed direction because of the encounter with the snow. Life is like a dream, fate is as unpredictable as the wind, like the wind of fate, let us experience happiness and satisfaction. However, there are times when the wind stops, and fate also has an end. Gathering and dispersing is a helpless fate, but also a beautiful encounter.
Author: Huang Shao).
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