"I thought winter was the most beautiful season, there was you by the cold stream, there were fish in the water, a pair was very comfortable and a pair was very in love, which made people think of the future... I accompany you to find a pond to build a bungalow Forget the sorrow, give yourself a place with fish, here there is no wind and waves, no shaking, no longer panic, when the night passes there will always be sunshine..." I don't know the name of the song, nor have I heard the song, I saw at the end of the novel, the lyrics are very touching, the novel with the lonely heroine who sits in the train and passes through the vast snow of Russia ends a paragraph. Her life path continues, that kind of loneliness is derived, the freedom and magnificence after realizing self-worth, it is not easy to perceive without personal experience, and life is indeed cold and warm self-knowledge.
After a light flying snow, today's winter, the wind throughout the four seasons, more cool and thin, watched so literary, so beautiful lyrics, or did not deeply love winter, at least not now, the winter in the north is too cold, the wind passed, shaking out a piece of depression, no bamboo shadow swaying, not to mention the plum can step on the snow to find. love? No, and you don't have to force yourself.
On the day of winter, the sun is very diligent, sprinkled with a curtain, shaking the dream people, the dream is somewhat chaotic, but it is a tit-for-tat scene, it really should not be, the personality is so, but it is also powerless to control, soaked in loneliness and helplessness.
Outside the window, the distant mountains faded into a verdant, a vast expanse, the trees in the vicinity were colorful, experienced a cool wind and frost, fluttering, thin a lot, and then a few gusts of wind, those leaves will fall one after another, and the winter scene will be more realistic.
In any case, you don't believe in this world, winter is not bad, the change of the four seasons is still like that, the landscape is still there, the heart is changing in the silent years. Without the firmness of the mountain, without the flexibility of the water, in the wind it is scattered, and "believing" is a force.
"Sincerity of heart is spirit, belief is existence" This is also a view of life. This winter, give yourself a place to fish and listen to the wind.
About author: Guo Shuting, screen name: Zhu Zhu, a native of Tongwei County, Gansu Province, loves life, is willing to exercise, likes to swim in words, and pursues spiritual freedom.