In the winter of 2018, it was night.
Walking alone on the familiar streets, the loneliness comes with the heavy snow in the sky.
People came and went on the street, and every one of them was in a hurry.
When you meet, look at it indifferently, no one can see through the story behind others, and no one knows the minds of others.
The lingling north wind stung the eyes like a knife, sliding out of the eye sockets like shooting stars, and the beauty of the moment was exhausted.
The snow in his eyes filled the sky like a butterfly looking for a dream, flying all over the sky.
Such winter has quietly arrived, and the annual rings of the years have slowly passed. So much has happened in this year, the past moment, everything has become what ever...
Such a snowy night reminds me of a few meters of a passage: a maze of cities, let people get used to seeing the same scenery, take the same route, go to the same destination; habits make people's lives no longer change. Habits make people feel an inexplicable sense of security, but there is also an inexplicable loneliness. And you never know what your habits will make you miss.
Get used to everything here, all rarely go to change. Just like today, four years later, revisit the old photos of the past. Those past pictures have long been old, but they always make people linger and make people nostalgic.
Time is rushing, we keep going forward, maybe a moment's stop will make you see a different scenery.
What were you doing last year today? #冬日生活打卡季 #
