【Smoke clouds at the bottom of the wind, drizzle and spring cold】
Author: Falling snow stained dust
The rain fell intermittently for two or three days, knocking irregularly on the grass, falling flowers, and glass windows, washing away the heat of summer, and the warm temperature was pulled back to the spring.
Smoke clouds under the wind, drizzle and cold spring.
Lying on the edge of the window, blowing a mixture of damp and new green wind, wordless and lonely, I like the quiet mixed with such coldness.
I can't say whether it is leisure or boring, or it is actually lazy. People always seem to be so contradictory and specious, and they can't see themselves clearly for a lot of time.
Just like the matter of writing an article, speaking casually, and seriously mixing in the most sincere emotions, saying that it is three points, in fact, seven points are endless. All these ordinary things in fireworks, every little thing, is more than emotion.
The coldness evokes clarity and chases all thoughts back to order.
Thoughts of spring meandered again, about the rain falling flowers, about the clean green of washing, about the cool and slightly gentle wind, about everything that could be seen, and finally all returned to silence.
I have always liked winter the most. The snow and wind in winter are the linghe and vegetarian that others don't like. After reading the best spring meaning, a lot of poetry is brewed, and then written into plain white paper pages.
When the snow falls at the end of the year, boil a pot of tea, turn over the fine appreciation, and taste the snow together.
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.
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