The cold wind suddenly came, and autumn was over overnight, and winter was coming. The frost condenses the red leaves, like a poem and a picture scroll, and spreads thousands of miles of plain white in an instant. The drifting golden yellow freezes in the cold, as if the years gently press the pause button, with ice crystals as ink and the earth as a roll, painting a winter overture.
The moonlight pours out, and the beauty of silence is revealed between the silver wraps, like a fairy waving her sleeves, descending on the silent night, giving the world a clean and flawless place. At this moment, everything is at peace, and the symphony of the four seasons turns into a long flute sound at this moment, passing through time and space, awakening the silence and contemplation hidden deep in the heart.
The messenger of winter, who came with the first snow, quietly collected the warmth, changed into a pure and solemn dress, and clothed everything in the world with a silver wedding dress. It tells us that the change of seasons is not just a gorgeous performance, but also a wisdom revelation in the cycle of life, a quiet but affectionate teaching of nature.
One second, from the warm sun to the harsh winter, this is not only a sudden change in temperature, but also a unique interpretation of life: warm and cold coexist, change and eternity are intertwined, just like the ups and downs of life's journey, and every second contains indescribable stories and philosophies.
Under the snow, there is the vitality of spring, the warmth of summer and the abundance of autumn, which is the persistence and tenacity of life, and it is also the most affectionate confession that winter gives us. At this moment of winter, I hope you and I can taste the wisdom and beauty contained in it, and welcome every new chapter that is coming with hope.