The original work of the author Wang Na is prohibited from being reproduced. I am afraid that the years are too short and that I am afraid that the gray hair is too long. I'm afraid of going through too much, I'm afraid I can't figure it out. I am afraid that my concern is too he

Author Wang Na

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I am afraid that the years are too short, and I am afraid that the gray hair is too long. I'm afraid of going through too much, I'm afraid I can't figure it out. I am afraid that my concern is too heavy, and I am afraid that my love is not complete enough.

It was cold in the cold weather, people from the north finally tasted the cold in the north, a little surprised, and a little uncomfortable. The river water is frozen, and the clovers with a fixed posture on both sides of the river bank are fixed by the cold in another way, and the earth is green, giving the best interpretation of life. I really want to know how much cold she can resist, and how much cold she can be reborn in the spring breeze? How long can she go through to the cold winter and still bloom her life again?

There were actually several people on the ice wearing skates and skaters , skaters skaters skaters, staking their territory for business. Listening to the ice crackling, watching a six or seven-year-old child slid quickly in it, my heart was hanging in the air. What kind of parent is he willing to exercise on such a thin ice ? I turned around and covered my hat tightly, and tears filled my eyes.

Looking up at the sky, it is blue and far-reaching, with several white clouds floating. The branches of hibernation are freely and boldly copying sketches, showing the special scenery of winter, simple colors, and beautiful nature.

Our motherland, what did we experience? A thoughtful baptism, spiritual comfort? Or is it a spiritual trauma or a physical numbness?

What we squander is time, but what we cannot grasp is life.

We long for, we imagine, we play the triumphant song again and again, and we stare in tears again and again.

The sun is still full of love! We also have our love and sincerity, and our sincere life.

You are rare infatuation, listen all the way. My heart forgot the cold. Every word expresses my heart. I just hope you can understand it and wait for your practice.

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