【Snow falls in front of the court for spring green, and parting with the west wind】
Text: Falling snow stains dust
The Spring Festival has passed like this, and there is no difference, it can even be said that it is a little boring, and there is no accident and calm like water.
Since returning home, everything has begun to become lazy, people are lazy, and words are lazy. Confused did not know how many days passed, suddenly remembered, it seems, and it seems that the article has not been updated for a long time.
New Year' can't be tasted.
Growing up from the new year of one year and one year old, I can no longer perceive the taste of the year. When I was a child, I looked forward to the New Year, and there would be endless snacks and candies, new clothes and pressed money. It was pure joy at that time. When I grow up, I am left with an endless life and a busy New Year.
From carefree children to sweet and sour adults.
Maybe it's never the feeling of not being able to find the New Year, but we have changed our identities from the essence. Compared with the past, only endless work and busy life are left, and the New Year has become a holiday that cannot be rested, where there are expectations and likes.
When the night was good, the yellowish glow of Kong Ming lantern reflected the face of the person who put the lamp, and then made a wish about this year, and there was no need to wait until fifteen.
The winds rose, and finally they mingled with all the light and dark lights and stars of the sky. Even if their hilarity is irrelevant to my heart. At this moment, it also looks extremely lively.
Looking at the calendar, in the blink of an eye, it is already the sixth day of the first year. Today, the first snow after the fall of spring, the cold is heavy, and the chill of the days that has been warming has grown a few points.
The snow before the court began to change into spring green, and parted with the west wind. Perhaps, this snowfall is to say goodbye to Winter.
About the Author
Falling snow stains dust
A person who is accustomed to memories, a person who is accustomed to not being able to put it down, a red dust passerby who is upside down and displaced. Three thousand passers-by, ten zhang red dust, meeting you is fate, thank you for your liking.