Chen Baofeng
farewell to the autumn light, and the last of the four seasons was the season when hands and feet were cold and they could not be covered in heat. The wind had already smelled of winter, and rubbed hands and winter was about to pass the winter again. It was the last year that I took out candy and fried chestnuts in my pocket. I went to the glass window and blew it down and wrote down the names of the four seasons. In an instant, heavy fog rose and love was hidden in early winter.
The four seasons rotate, the years pass by, the spring flowers and autumn fruits, and the heaven and earth are hidden here. The desire to harvest every autumn is hidden in the heart in winter. After the baptism of winter, those wishes will become soft in spring. Who can not love such fireworks in the world? You must live up to the gift of time, try to live the way you like, pick up the lost tenderness and happiness, look forward to the good things you are brewing, delete yesterday's self, and keep it for tomorrow's expectations. I hope you will live a bright and lush life in this journey, not be tired of the eyes of others, as long as you live every day well, everything you should come is on the road.
Is winter here? It should have come long ago, maybe you can tell the winter everything you want to see. I know that I am already walking on the road of winter. The most beautiful scenery does not need lushness or full of flowers. As long as I can understand it, it is the most beautiful. Winter is coming, snow is coming, and cooking a pot of tea for time and smelling the fragrance of plum blossoms. The story of this winter has not been continued, but I can wait for a winter and everything will come. So what about this year, will there be snowfall? Will there be fireworks? I just met this winter for no reason, and then inexplicably fell in love with it. Then in the long time, I picked a ray of warm winter sun, chose a quiet place, and looked at it peacefully.
There is no eternal night in the world, and there is no eternal winter in the world. It is not the same in every winter. There is always a reason why it cannot be returned to the days that cannot be returned to. The troubles of autumn will definitely be buried by the snow in winter. Even if this winter is as usual, there are no surprises or surprises, so what! In a blink of an eye, the summer stories have iced in winter, but there will always be new stories worth looking forward to. Since there is no hand to hold, put your hands in your pocket to keep warm. As long as you eat well, peace is good, you must believe that the warmth of thirty-seven degrees can withstand any severe cold.
Winter has the purpose of winter, snow has the secret of snow, and the wind stops and realizes that time has gone far away, but I am still waiting in place. Since autumn is over, let’s wait for snow together. Crush the messy life into the warm sun of winter, use yellow leaves as postmarks, and send out the confession of winter. Come to listen to the snow at night and watch it. The snow has become a poem, and the poem is even more beautiful than the snow. Winter is a story that is close to warmth. There will be surprises, expectations, and accidents. Perhaps this winter is more worth looking forward to. I hope you will do your best this winter and return with a full load. Winter will come as promised, and you and good luck will meet as expected.
Time can never erase the deepest memories in my mind, just like a ray of sunshine in winter that cannot eliminate the cold winter ice and snow. When the early morning light broke through the endless darkness and scattered on the first swaying leaves, the cold wind had already swept away, taking away the warmth that had been waiting for for a long time. But in my winter, the sun shines on my body, like my mother's hand gently caressing me, warmth filling my whole body, allowing me to put aside my thinking and stay away from the hustle and bustle, and enjoy the tranquility given by time alone in this warm sunshine. Do you easily get emotional after winter, especially when it is sunny in the warm winter sun, and you feel that time is really peaceful and beautiful.
The happiness I long for is peaceful, just like the warm sun in winter, falling from the sky and having a long aftertaste. The sun is scattered, the galaxy is shining, people's hearts are approaching, time is for no matter how confused it is, and all the warmth comes from the fireworks of the world. Although the seasons are cold and warm, there is joy everywhere. The west wind is thin and the chrysanthemums are late in the east fence. It is winter unknowingly. Walking in the world, every ordinary day has meaning. Embrace a tranquility of winter, listen to the wind rises and watch the snow fall, and hope that the wind in winter can blow away all the worries of the year. Everyone who loves you have a fire to keep warm. May everything be warm this winter.
Author profile:
Chen Baofeng , pseudonym Fanchen. Grassroots literature enthusiast born in the 1970s, good at writing literary genres such as prose, poetry, and novels.Executive Director of the China Avant-garde Poetry Research Association, and a special writer of the China Siguike Poetry Society. Text is often published in newspapers and media platforms.
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