Moreover, but looking at this long-flowing day, how many wonderful moments are worth recalling? This miserable night shift was the coldest night of the year, the last time of half a life, but it was very difficult! When all around you are a scene of pulling out the cold and pulling out the cold, the cold moon has no light, the starry sky is dim, the jackdaws return to the forest, the cooking smoke disappears, close your eyes and imagine, what is the suffering of this world! I still remember the day before, wearing thick autumn clothes and autumn pants, I still feel that I am still involuntarily cold! Originally wanted to go to a cup of hot water to warm up my hands, but I didn't die, and the water dispenser actually ran out of water. At this moment, he suffered. I can only look at the clock and count every difficult hour. The feelings here are indescribable, and I don't know whether they are sober loneliness or lonely sobriety. Anyway, if you want to try to fight the cold air, you don't seem to have any resistance, and you lose at the beginning.
Moreover, in this cold and bitter winter, there are still any living elements, which must be to go to the river bay of the old capital to appreciate the plum blossoms that are condensed and unique. Before long, the golden willows by the pond will recover, and the peach blossoms on the ridge will bloom. It's just that the winter here doesn't have the hue of the hometown. There is no maple leaf forest in the north, and there is no wind and flying sand outside the plug! As for the picture of "delicious herbs and colorful falls", the scenery of "marching sails to the mountains, and the green peaks are like clusters", they can only be imagined out of thin air. On the contrary, the pines against the wall of the company, the winter laurels in the curb stones, and the Metasequoia on the lawn are still full of blue and interesting. It's just that the sky is dark, the wind is sad, the birds and finches are wailing, the nights are cold, and everything makes people sink in peace. The days close to the Lunar New Year are indeed cold enough, making people shiver and can't help but think of the time when they were warming around the fire.
Wu Zi, time is hurriedly parting, the days are still and deep, suddenly found that everything has changed, not like before, we are all old, and wrinkles have been added between our eyebrows. The night wind blows on the chest, exceptionally cold, and the brain is exceptionally clear. Immediately think of Yeats's "When You Are Old", the poem wrote that "when you are old and your hair is white, drowsy, when you are old, you can't walk, you snooze by the fire to remember your youth, how many people have loved the time when you sang in your youth..." I also secretly thought to myself, will time not be old? Won't life get old? It is just that we have not noticed that in the dreamlike age, while we are willfully indulging, we are ignorant and ignorant, and we must sigh for the squandered youth; in the age of vicissitudes, we bury it for no reason, while constantly obsessing, and we are also worried about the helpless present. But I don't know that as a dust in the universe, it is just a journey of life, interpreting a melody of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and writing a legend of rise and fall. It is said that everyone will grow old, but not everyone really lives!
Wu Zi, and remembered something, about the rhyme of winter. I don't know how December ended, but I'm sure how January began. I often hear people say, you have not eaten pork, have you never seen a pig walking? Do you not have points in your heart for the fleeting speed of time? Don't you realize the process of life, old age, illness and death? Whenever the end of the year and the end of the year are alternating, you will suddenly realize that the eternal time gives people a new vision, it is not difficult to find that there is always joy in the new year, and the best vision for the years at this moment is the joy of "resigning the old and welcoming the new"! In the north of January, it is still far from the spring color, even if you say that the flowers in Jiangnan have fallen all over the city, I have only seen it in my dreams. Just such a year, don't be eager to come to a so-called walk-and-go trip, do you want to repeat Zhang Yuan's mistakes? But whoever plants chrysanthemums in his own heart is already the highest state of life. Only with strict self-discipline can there be a precipitated heart; only with a precipitated heart can there be poetic feelings; only with poetic feelings can there be a rich life!
Only this, the depression of all things in the world is not as prosperous as the heart. In this cold and frozen time, it is always impossible to wither and die. Although there is often a miserable clarity in the human world that "the autumn yin does not disperse the frost and flies late, leaving the residual lotus to listen to the sound of the rain", it is also necessary to have the openness of "since ancient times, when autumn is sad and lonely, I say that autumn is better than spring dynasty". It is only the current situation, not the spring of peach and plum white, not the lush summer of The Leaf, not the autumn of the fading grass, but the cold and windy winter, but also the heart is open and full of hope. Not to say the boldness of "kissing fire in the middle of summer, drinking ice in cold winter", not saying that "the plums falling down are like snow chaos, blowing a body full" Miaoman, not saying "a thousand peaks of bamboo shoots, a thousand jade, a thousand trees and pines and a thousand clouds", is "winter is coming, will spring be far away?" The greeting is enough to make people feel enlightened. No matter how cold the weather is, you can't lie in the bed all day. Everyone who longs for and covets comfort has never been truly at ease! On the day of the wind sweeping, who would have thought that those who were still working hard outside? Those who run in the wind and rain? The patron saints of those days in the south and the north of the sea? Those anti-epidemic spirits who do not live up to their mission?
Only this, in the time of the world, there is nothing to keep, and the story of time seems to be traceless. When a dog swaggers past, it must be looking for another good dog; when a cat creeps at the door of the restaurant, it must be simply to survive; when a person is desperate, there is not much choice. The so-called panic does not choose the road, the cold does not choose clothes. We all have to be careful about life, not pick and choose. When he was young, he was also arrogant and arrogant, everything was from the heart, he did not face his own confidence, nor did he understand the accumulation of life experience, and after many years, the chrysalis went to the aura of age, lost the energy of the past, lost the original dream, no matter how covetous, the world has a fixed number, it seems that everything is not satisfactory, only grievances seek perfection, shake hands with fate and make peace. People always pour cold water on reality, and they will be extremely sober. Once the sleeping heart sprouts, everything shines. In the future, I do not want all the days to shine, but I hope that every day will be simple.
The winter of self-mutilation is very depressed, and only this wind is still cold.
Everything in the world has dissipated, and the red dust should be laughed goodbye!