Frostfall is the last solar term in autumn.
Whenever you talk about it at the end, there is always a hint of reluctance, shaking into your thoughts.
may be the wild and growing frost, which domineeringly embraces the surviving grass leaves on the road into their arms and condenses. The warm color, driven away from the world dimly under the solar term.
Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, the cooler is getting heavier, last night, the rain is thin, and on the early morning road, the frost is writing the preface for winter. People who get up early realize it later, forget to add clothes, and all are in a hurry.
is in the fireworks, waiting for the freshly baked meat buns. Watching the fragrance from dew to frosting, I unconsciously rub my fingers, touching my fingertips, and the time suddenly cools down.
There are also scattered autumn leaves, like a child who has never left her mother, pulling the branches tightly, for fear of falling a thought, and from then on, they can no longer rely on anyone willfully!
How can a withered leaf withstand the increasingly arrogant frost?
The water vapor in the soil is embroidered with a cold silver color along the veins of the fallen leaves. When I was in love, I had all touched silver silk flowers on them. They looked very beautiful from a distance and smelled slightly cool.
Persimmons stole the colors of autumn leaves, hanging one by one on the tree, waiting for whom to favor.
But everyone has their own things to be busy with. Apart from the owner of this persimmon forest, who would be happy for this golden harvest?
We are all burying our heads to live our lives. No matter how big the other people’s affairs are, they are all told. No matter how small the things are, they feel heavy.
The deeper it goes into the years, the colder it becomes. When I get old, I learn to shut up, get used to loneliness, and understand that the most important thing is to live your own life well.
The small town in the north is quite fond of coldness, and comes early, blooming a few silver flowers in the cold wind, and weaving a few snow brocades.
Some people hurriedly passed through this beauty at the beginning of the Frostfall. Some people leaned down and picked up old things wrapped in frost.
Dead flowers and thin leaves are more poignant when dyed with frost and cold. The autumn carved on the flowers and leaves gradually begins to be blurred, and it is difficult to see clearly through the fluffy frost needles.
So, there were flowers and leaves next to the heating in the hut. Then, compared the small ink-scented characters on the paper, and in a moment, the past was untied from the frost lock.
From the beginning of autumn to the fall of frost, from the green color to the golden yellow of the city, there are joy caused by mundane things and sorrow that disturbs chaos.
hopes that a storm will leave blank space, and you can quietly chew on the frost in late autumn. Next to the heating, the fragrance of tea is wandering, half disappearing in the air, and half of the time outside the window is covered with the air.
Gradually, autumn has entered the slightest, and the years have passed another season.
binds flowers into colorful stories, and connects fallen leaves into yellow memories. Sitting in the light and shadow, mottled my mood.
Memory is deep and shallow, and it is the years that cannot be returned.
Fortunately, the future is promising, the current situation is full of frost, the seasons of small warmth, the fireworks, the little joy, the little days...
Bathing in the sun, selling wine on rainy days, talking about family matters at the entrance of the alley, and the light and shadow are all ordinary and happy times.
We have all suffered so much grievances, so don’t let ourselves down again. There is only a small amount of autumn left, and life is broken again. It’s better to live a good life, and do whatever we can!
Based on the solar term, the city has begun to condense frost and is being washed away, waiting for the persimmons that have been trained by the severe cold to be launched, and then accompanied by the remaining pages of the book and the fragrance of tea, absorbing the sweet fragrance after the time has changed little by little.
After the frost, the cold wave hit, the rain ushered in a turning point, and when it came again, it became a light snowfall. When the snow fell, it depicted a new season.
