Another season of winter has come, and the gray sky has begun to snow; white, light, and flying across the sky. I stood in the snow — there was no sign of you in the snow, only me silently looking at the long asphalt road, looking into the distance...
That long, wide asphalt road! It is the way you go, and the direction of the road is the far away you stay. I remembered what you once said: the far side of the road is the direction we are going, and I am your most beautiful arrival. For your sake, I tried my best to fly in your direction, but in the end you still fell behind me.
Silently bathed in a sea of snow, one by one, so pure and so beautiful. Gently I reached out and caught a small snowflake—crystalline, beautiful snowflake with a faint fragrance, slowly, slowly turning into a drop of water, merging into the palm of my hand—so cold, but so fragrant.
Can't forget, can't forget the red rubber band you quietly put in the bag, I collected for a long time... But in the end I can only throw it in the snow, because I know that you are just a tear in my eyes, and it will eventually be left behind in the dust of time.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the tears were hazy. I remembered, I remembered that sunny day in that summer, you stopped at the entrance of my village, looking at me from a distance, slowly, slowly leaving. This is a lifetime.
What a long time! There is no longer any of you. It's just that I always pick up the bits and pieces that have been lost in the wind and dust of the years on a certain snowflake day, silently sentimental.
The road of red dust is long and high. I have gray hair and am full of vicissitudes. Silent to fei xue, looking back at the years. In the snow, there is always a person standing in the scene; there is always a person who can't forget it. There is always a person who makes you understand the depth of love; there is always a person who makes you understand the true meaning of life and the bittersweet and bittersweet in the years.
On the road of red dust, I am grateful for you to accompany me for a ride; on the road of life, I am grateful that you accompany me forward, not afraid of wind and rain. Under the glow of the sunset, you stand proudly in the light of the sun, the affection is still the same, and the harvest is full.
Author: Guo Shuqin
Editor: Zhao Yi
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