I sat down on a bench by the lake, facing the lake, habitually trying to light a cigarette, groping for half a day, but found that I did not have a cigarette on my body. I had no choice but to bend down, pick the dog tail grass under a bench, learn the dashing look of the little margo, take the grass root in my mouth, and then put my hands on the pillow, lean back comfortably, and look at the lake and mountains in front of me with satisfaction.
The warm winter sun is shy and warm, and just right, although hot, it can feel so comfortable. Unlike the summer sun, it is fanatical and fierce, and people can't avoid it. Under the care of the warm winter sun, the deserted park is gradually coming alive.
The biting cold wind of the other day also warmed up, and I jogged and ran, not forgetting to stroke my thinning hair, which made me panic and hurriedly raised my hand to drive him away. The flowers and trees on the side of the road were restless, and they were eager to try it out by the cold wind that was hot and dry, but they found that they were already in their twilight years, living up to the vitality of spring. Shallow ripples also appeared on the surface of the lake, which was a response to this warm cold wind, but it was not as strong as before.
I didn't think that this was not a strong response, but I was startled by the clouds drinking water on the lake, and they were frightened and jumped and scattered. Alas, you naughty fellow, nothing do you scare them into doing. In this complicated world, it is not easy for them to get together, leisurely drink water, and chat for a while, but they are disturbed by you, and they are really not interesting.
But I thought about it and thought, this is not like running around in this world, when can there be this leisurely time, who is not like this wind, busy for this world, to offer their own warmth.
Whether it's intentional or unintentional, let him go!