The seasons turn, the wind sweeps softly across the street corners like silk, with the coldness and gloom of winter, as if the alternation of spring and autumn is fleeting. Only the imprint of the years, quietly falling in the snow, quietly precipitating in the sun. The cold wind gently slid across his cheeks like a sharp blade, but it also took away the sorrow of the past.
The scenery on the street corner is still the same, but it is no longer the face of the past. Those once splendor have turned into the dust of memory, and now, only the loneliness and coldness of winter remain. However, even though the wind is cold and the sun is dim, the power of life is still spreading silently. Let us feel the tranquility of the years in the shimmer of winter, and look forward to the moment when the spring flowers bloom again.
Time flies, the white horse has passed, and in a blink of an eye, it has reached the depths of the harsh winter. I strolled through the hustle and bustle of the city, leaving behind the impetuousness and prosperity of the past, like a traveler far away from the hustle and bustle. In the early morning of the morning dew, I quietly waited for the warmth of a ray of slanting sun, as if waiting for a long-lost old friend.
I listened to the footsteps of the years, and felt the silence and depth of winter. At dusk, I strolled along the deep paths, expecting a peaceful encounter and a spiritual home. Like a touch of warm sun in winter, it brings a touch of warmth and comfort to the lonely winter.
Like a budding flower, blooming quietly in the bitter cold of winter, I met the world. I felt every detail with my heart, the touch of sunshine on the street corner, the gesture of the fallen leaves fluttering in the wind, the innocent laughter of children. These ordinary moments converge into a beautiful picture scroll in my heart, depicting the color and temperature of life.
I know that life is not always sunny, there will be gloom and wind and rain. But I am willing to meet every tomorrow with a grateful heart. Because I believe that in this long journey, there will always be moments when I feel the beauty and wonder of life.
The cycle of the four seasons passes in the blink of an eye. Those ephemeral landscapes, like colorful falling flowers, exude the fragrance of a full moon night, and are as heartbreaking as the poignancy of flowers and rain. When we watched those years of joy and sorrow settle down in the river of time, we suddenly realized that time really flies. Those joys and sorrows of the past, like clouds and smoke, gradually disappeared in the long river of years.
In the cycle of life, we will not only encounter complicated and trivial things, but also enjoy the tranquility of the breeze. I have seen the long-awaited flowers bloom in the spring. In winter, I waited for the flawless white snowflakes to fall, like the silver of the earth. I walked towards the sun, on the road of morning and twilight, rain or shine. Inadvertently, I gently supplanted my deep thoughts like flowing water.
On the winter road, the sun carries the temperature and gently caresses the cheeks of the earth. It's shallow, like those smiles that have been hidden by the years. The sun shines through the swaying dead branches, and the dead branches seem to be singing the hymn of winter;It also falls quietly in front of the old window, bringing a touch of life to this quiet little corner.
The sunlight shone on the silent alleyway, dyeing the patches of snow golden yellow, as if to tell people that even in the cold winter, there is warm sunshine to accompany them. The sun also fell on the sea of people, putting a golden halo on those busy figures, as if silently guarding everyone.