After the holiday, the first day of heavy snow, this start is so surprising, everything dissipated, only childlike joy. Looking at the fluttering snowflakes, the green and white gardens, and the pedestrians whose pace is slowing down, the world seems to have retreated to a pure moment, disturbing the future.
All the moments of falling snow, the heart is full of security. Probably the genes of human beings are deeply imprinted: it is snowing, it is safe, the beasts are temporarily hiding somewhere, we are in the cave to light a small fire, sitting in peace, roasting the fire, silent, smiling, humming, hugging, kissing...
I thought that the snow that had fallen for nearly a day would accumulate for a few days, but the next morning the disappointment came, and all the eaves were crying loudly, and the tears flowed into a waterfall, gathering at everyone's feet. The leaves have returned to their true colors, and the south bank is dry grass.
On this day, the air after the snow was dry and prickly, so allergies came again. Accidentally saw a sentence: people who are too sensitive are prone to skin allergies.
So what can be done? Blunt sensitivity is not something that can be cultivated. Sensitive people work too hard and are busy all day soothing their emotions. It is true that "there is nothing in the world, and the mediocre disturb themselves." What can be comforting is that sensitive people have rich sensitivity and can empathize with everything in the world, and if there is still the last trace of warmth in this world before it disappears, it must be sensitive people who insist on loving, even if they die, they must insist on loving this decadent ruin.