When the year is cold, it is unforgettable

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-02-05

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The wind blows the night cold, sad and sentimental.

The wilderness is far away, and everything is vast. --Inscription.

The cold winter nights are long, the days flow like water, there is no sound, occasionally, on the cold and lonely streets, a few pedestrians walk in the cold wind, not afraid of the winter cold.

The night is deep, the cold invades, the past is vague, the inexplicable sadness tears the heart, and the heart overflows in an instant, and the pain for no reason is somewhat uncontrollable.

I like to be in the dark, save my own past, loneliness is like a shadow, suddenly looking back, deep footprints, many memories are on the road of growth, little by little away ......

In the cold winter, perhaps, everyone will encounter such bitter cold, not only me and you, the river of red dust, will always leave the loneliness of time, sometimes it is a choice, but also an unavoidable experience.

Those youthful passions, burning in the surging past, now, can only see the remnants of the flowers of the years, can no longer see your smile, the sadness and endless depression in the heart, people can hardly breathe, just like the carving knife left a deep imprint, but also a memory, but sometimes recalled, always make people sigh, no matter how the years pass, always linger that memory.

Many times, reminiscing about the past, we often fall in love with a flower or a grass in the season because of a story or a memory, opening up the dusty memories and restoring the vague past to as clear as yesterday.

Occasionally, I always think of you, you in the southern water town, where the grass and green land, the flowers and birds, you like the comfort of the small bridge and flowing water, forget the stream of your hometown, and I always have hope and expectation, always think that one day, you will return to your hometown, several years of wind and rain, after years of tossing and turning, your return date is far away.

The night is slightly cool, the piano is flying, and it is sad.

Flick your fingers for a while, the dust of the song is scattered, the cold wind doesn't know whose thoughts are thin, touch the strings lightly, like the slenderness of the wind, who is the miss broken?

Over the years, a piece of paper with light ink, a green lantern, how many years have passed, a meeting, a heart, how many elegance have been rendered, and how many dreams have been haunted by ......

Fireworks are easy to be cold, the years are silent, once an infatuated love, things are people, and in the end it is just a wind and smoke, wake up, and the tears on the pillow are ......

Once upon a time, there was no sleep at night, the moon was darker, the lights were dim, the lonely shadow was raised, and the mood was chaotic.

The red dust is shallow, a dream is a thousand fathoms, reminiscing about the early years, shallow drunk years, you are still in front of you, how much hope, you and I are in love, hand in hand, dependent on each other, your figure, always in the heart, has never gone far ......

But now, the smoke and rain, the wind of the season, how much love and hatred are entangled, how many regrets are condensed in the rain, things are not people, fate is scattered with gathering, a former oath, staggered, scattered dust, illusion into a never to see again, forever fixed into the back of the gradual distant.

The night is boundless, alone, the wine is gradually crippled, the prosperity of love is gone, a hundred turns and thousands of times, and finally can not escape the fate of the stumbling and regret, thousands of feelings or return to the starting point of life, still a single ......

Leaning on the window railing, I don't know when I began to become depressed, helpless and abrupt occupy the heart, a person's night, listen, the cold wind is bleak, look, the snow dances all over the sky, the thoughts are messy, it is difficult to sleep, the warmth of the corner of the room cannot hide the cold in the heart, whose sad song is flowing in the wind in the distance, poignant, cold and lonely winter evening ......

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