Pickled winter, take out the winter, grab a handful of snow pickles, sprinkle a bunch of the coldest north wind seasoning, and before long, you can harvest a slippery but sour and crunchy ice skate

Marinate into the flavor of winter

Pull out the winter, grab a handful of snow pickles, sprinkle a bunch of the coldest north wind to flavor, and before long, you can harvest a slippery but sour and crunchy ice skate.

Winter is just that magical.

Without the shade of the branches and leaves, every winter, people have to bury themselves in fat down jackets, trying to forget the shame of being stripped away. But ah, man is not an ostrich after all, and the ass exposed on the outside exposes everything.

We are actually the emperor in the new clothes, as long as we cover the mouth of the child, everything is normal and real.

Snowflakes are winter love letters to lovers, which I accidentally saw. What to do?

I stood in the wind, lit a cigarette, and chatted with winter in the dark for a while about our own topic.

The wind blew every word to pieces, so that those who wanted to eavesdrop had to retreat.

In the dark night, there was only a fiery red cigarette butt flickering.

I sat under the tree and looked up at the thin branches forming a net overhead. The moon occasionally glances at me through the mesh.

The wind gulped in smoke, and it was Winter who accepted my offering.

Taking advantage of the absence of the moon, taking advantage of the future of the snowflakes, I nagged and talked about the things stuck in my throat.

When I was a teenager, I liked summer, my heart was as thick as the leaves, and in the sullen and irritable moonlight of the summer night, next to the red dots of the barbecue stall, accompanied by the steam of the lamb skewers and the spicyness of the crayfish, I could pluck out the sparks in one bite.

Even if there is only one person, you can eat a whole summer bustle.

Now I know that the fact of the teenager's heart is too fragile, and the summer sun can bake a scorched smell with a little force.

Stay in the winter, the night is heavy and heavy, the wind is cold and hard, and the seemingly soft snowflakes can slowly bend your straight spine.

Hiding in such a time will you be aware of the safety of being surrounded. Everything is naked, the danger can not be hidden, see the knife that shines, you know how to dodge.

And all the unspeakable hearts will be taken away by the wind, torn to pieces, and then condensed with ice and snow and frost and frost into a beautiful window flower, staring at you gently in the cold air of the winter morning.