There are a few flowers-like clouds floating in the sky, shouting and calling, giving people an infinite beauty. I walked alone on the sidewalk, and the grass beside the road is developing slightly, as if it is about to find a new head. It is the middle of winter, and all this seems to be a dream-like existence. Of course, this is also the longing and hope of the grass.
Now after the epidemic, although there are several cars coming and going on the road, they cannot hear the sound of vigorous steps passing through the city. Some shops are still closed, and a large number of people are watching at home. No one wants to be positive. Only the dead branches that fall leaves are swaying their bodies in the bitter cold wind, dancing, and the faint sunlight seems to tell all the world that they will no longer feel its warmth, and can only wait for the sunset and colorful clouds. The only thing left is the late night and the cold, perhaps the snowflakes are floating.
The river is flowing quietly, calmly without any splashes or ripples. There are some messy color pages floating on the thin ice surface. From a distance, there is a bit of oil painting. Perhaps this is the beauty of nature that gives people infinite imagination; the poplar tree on the roadside is also planning to spend the winter, and its straight torso looks even more graceful under the protection of a tripod. In the past, there were kettles of countless sanitation workers hanging, and there were fewer cheerful laughters beside the trees; next to the bus stop not far away, there were few ant poked out his head and looked at the blue sky, sighing why there was no one on the bus, and he felt a little disappointed. He pondered for a moment and patted his butt and walked towards the distance. It never knew what happened to humans, nor did he understand why it was like this now, but felt that the desertedness gave it countless chills.
Don’t understand the coldness of the night during the day, and the quietness of the night cannot understand the quietness of the day. Red and green alternate in an orderly manner at the intersection. It is the most beautiful scenery at this moment and the only highlight of the day. When night falls, another matter, the city's lights will cover up its existence and become a drop in the ocean. The piles of bicycles are ignored. The leaves that are swept into the grass by the autumn wind have gone from yellow to dry. It seems that they have experienced many cycles. If you pinch them with your hands, it will make a crisp sound. This is the melody of nature, giving people infinite imagination and joy.
Winter has arrived, and the winter snow is not far away. Perhaps the beauty of the first snow can attract more people to look for plums on the snow, making people look forward to it. The child hasn’t gone to campus for a long time. He stayed at home and watched the videos of the size of a palm, watched and understood the size of the world, and learned more knowledge to enrich his mind. He once hoped to go on vacation, but now he was eager to go back to school, but he didn’t know that going out has become a fantasy.
Another month is the traditional festival Spring Festival. The sound of firecrackers as a child becomes a memory, and the picture of rushing to the New Year becomes a permanent traceability. The three years of epidemic have made the New Year atmosphere lose the cultural atmosphere, which has deepened the emotional exchanges of the world of thinking to a certain extent, and has weakened the performance art between people. The trends and progress of the times are constantly interpreted and adjusted for new ways. Sometimes it is a helplessness, not what people want. Good traditional customs must continue to be carried forward, and this year's Spring Festival will definitely be a year without epidemic! Happy New Year! A happy year!
wishes our motherland prosperity and prosperity, the people live and work in peace and contentment, the epidemic has ended, the wind, flowers, snow and moon cannot hide the passage of time, and great dreams are constantly promoting a person's growth and progress. days, if there is love, the heaven is old, , the right path in the world is vicissitudes, vicissitudes and eternals, and the right path is forever, just like the path next to this road, it is actually a branch to the avenue and a sunny road to hope.
