There is no winter that is insurmountable, and there is not a spring that will not come. 」
Textugra Ritu Network (invasion and deletion).
A thought of winter, a thought of cold. The new year is here, and Xiaohan has arrived.
Xiaohan is one of the 24 solar terms and the penultimate solar term among the 24 solar terms. Xiaohan marks the official beginning of the winter season.
When I get up in the winter morning, I see that the white frost flowers are plain and pure, scattered in the small courtyard. The branches, the grass, and the steps are all stained with this pure white crystal.
Staring at this piece of silence, although the coldness is strong, it depicts the years with deep love.
The frost flower is warm and in full swing, borrowing its own pen and ink to render the earth, close to life, and delivering this cool to the years.
It's so sensual, it's so delicate, it shakes its body, it's smart and beautiful. No wonder there is a saying that "pear blossoms pile snow and the moon is like a veil, and the night is long on the show".
The mottled trunk in front of me, the dancing branches and leaves, echo each other from afar, and the feeling of gloom is accompanied by a trace of agility.
In the middle of winter, all things are hidden, and under the hiding, they give birth to vitality. All things have spirits, walking in the fireworks of the world, chasing every change, sitting in the deep winter, and being the old man in time.
As the saying goes: "The big cold and the small cold are frozen into a ball." "The traces of the little cold, the twilight snow in the north of the thousand mountains, and the light and cold moon in the south. The year is coming to an end, and the year is late.
Many times, people follow the laws of nature, speculate on the withering of plants and trees, adapt to the change of seasons, and feel the change of temperature.
It's just that I am fascinated by its demeanor and pursue my inner understanding, just like the spring grass that comes out of the wilderness, there is a basis.
In the coldest season, because of the word "small", the cold in the heart is relieved, the warmth in the heart is born, and the softest place in the heart is awakened in the depths of time.
It's the same with life. Four o'clock is usual, and time is happy. Let the past bloom into a flower, with the spirit of Lamei, and the nobility of the lotus. There is our plain welcome to life, and there is the light and shadow we like.
Nowadays, relying on the ordinary life, with warmth, send a letter to confess life, writing down the overflowing lovesickness, sincere love and those days of going all out.
Love a porridge and a meal, a flower and a grass. Sencha with spring water, poetry with winter snow, and the most sincere emotions in the heart to keep the four seasons, morning and dusk depend on each other.
The scenery of the small courtyard, the brightness of the moonlight, and the laughter and conversation in the house outline a beautiful picture. It can be used to ** wounded hearts and soothe those who are tired.
Life is a beautiful practice. People who love life will definitely be loved by life.
Life is just a fleeting event, and we can only resist the cold if we have a clear heart. If you have a heart and live elsewhere, you will bloom a flower in the long years.
I wish I could slow down a little bit and leave more time for love. Give your family more company, give your life a little more leisure, and give yourself a little more peace of mind.
In the cold season, Mo is cold, and my heart is warm. May the world not be cold and warm forever.