Sitting quietly in front of the window, looking out the window. Outside the window, everything was draped in a snow-colored gauze, and the light gauze danced up and down scattered, disturbing the vision. It seems that the thin veil covers the eyes, hazy, and full of shadows, which makes people unable to see really, clearly, as if there is everything, as if there is nothing, and can't help but want to lift the veil and satisfy that curious heart. I stood up and walked out.

Stop at the door and look into the distance, the heaven and the earth are all white, the connection is seamless, you can't see the edge at a glance, the white is monotonous, there is no trace of novelty, only a few small cabins in the distance add a few different colors to this white paper. I walked forward slowly, my feet on the soft snow, rubbing against the ground, making a "squeak" sound, and expressing a hint of loneliness in this cold silence. Walking in the white world, there is no designated direction, because everywhere you go there is only white, like a white picture scroll with nothing written, there is no end and no end. The mind is like this white picture scroll, blank, just simply follow the heart, move with the feelings, everything is natural, carefree, unrestrained.

After watching the monotonous snow scene for a long time, it was inevitable that my eyes were a little sore, so I lowered my head and silently counted my steps. The cold wind blew, and I couldn't help but shrink my neck. His eyes went up and down on his toes, but his thoughts had already been empty, drifting far away with the cold wind. There were a few noises behind him, and he subconsciously turned his head, but found that there was nothing, it was still a single white, and he only saw a series of deep and shallow footprints embedded in the snow-white ground, spread from the sky to his feet, and suddenly he suddenly said: I have walked so far. When I looked back, I realized that I had just thought about something, and I forgot where I counted my steps.

As I walked, I suddenly crashed into a few bright reds in my field of vision, which caught me off guard, and I rubbed my eyes to look closely, only to find that it was actually a plum tree. If you ignore the bare branches, no one would have thought that there would be a plum tree standing in this wilderness, right? A single branch, standing proudly in the wind, there are still some snow melted water droplets on the bright red plum petals, the water droplets are crystal clear, want to flow or not, make people's hearts tremble, lining the plum more and more red, more and more delicate. From a distance, it seems that a picture of Momei has finally been painted on this 10,000-year-old white painting scroll, which is very beautiful.

Some people say that Mei, she is arrogant, and she only wants to wait until the flowers have withered, and then she will be extremely disdainful and slow to open, but this kind of cold arrogance will not only not look vulgar on her, but also add a touch of beauty to this Mei, which seems to be extremely harmonious, as if this is what it should be. Be! Mei, she is arrogant, but she has this capital, what kind of flowers in the world are willing to bloom in the frost and snow? But, May, she did, she stretched out gracefully in the biting cold wind, she smiled optimistically at the cold frost, as if nothing could stop her unwavering love for winter. She never complained that she was blooming in the cold of winter, but she was blooming with her own beauty that had been brewing for three whole seasons as if no one else had it

didn't see it, as long as you knew that you didn't live up to the efforts of those three seasons, it was enough.

This Mei seems to be a fairy out of the dust, there is a kind of perseverance and arrogance born in the bones, others misunderstood her, she didn't explain, she didn't bother to explain, she encountered difficulties, she never bowed her head, she didn't put down her body to ask others, to find someone to help, she would only bear it silently. This kind of arrogance is not annoying, but a strong performance, this kind of strength makes me admire, admire her even in the biting cold wind is still so bright and delicate, eye-catching, and that kind of almost stubborn persistence, and make me a little distressed, distressed that she is still trying to smile even if she is covered with bruises, and strive to show her most beautiful side to the world, to show the world, even if I know she doesn't need pity......

It's early spring, and I'm still walking like last time, but the difference is that I have an extra book in my hand, and I don't come by stepping on the snow anymore, because the white snow has melted, and the snow water is mixed with bright red plum petals all over the ground, a pool of blood, and a bewitching manzhu shahua. A ray of sunlight poured down, through the cracks in the branches, sprinkling a fine patch on the icy snow water, glowing with a soft halo, although there was a trace of warmth, but it was undoubtedly a drop in the bucket, and it could not warm the water formed by this coldest thing. "Frost leaves are red in February flowers", I know that this is impossible, Mei will eventually wither, she will also wither like a hundred flowers in the world, and she will not escape the clutches of this fate. I know in my heart that this is the normal state of the world, this is the cycle of life tossing and turning, which is unavoidable, and no one can stop it. But, why, there is still a trace of sadness in my heart, although it is only for a short moment, I still feel it, I know, I am reluctant to let her go like this...... I was reluctant to ...... "pop", a crisp sound of objects colliding disturbed my thoughts, I came back to my senses, only to feel a cold face, touched my cheeks, there were still broken tear stains on it, indicating what had just happened. It turns out that I am so sentimental! I sighed with emotion, and couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly, and the corners of my mouth hooked up a bitter arc.

Bowing his head, the book in his hand opened the title page at some point, and there was only a poem by Gong Zizhen written on the page: "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." At this moment, a plum fell, just on the poem, and gently and quietly tapped at my heartstrings. An inexplicable intuition hit me, and I felt that she was comforting me. "Don't be sad, disappear to appear better and better to meet the new day." The wind in my ears seemed to be mixed with these soft words, and somehow, the haze in my heart gradually dissipated, and a clear sky was filled with warmth. Standing in the plum blossom rain, watching the pieces of red petals fall down, stretching out his hand to pick one up, gently rubbing it between his fingertips, rubbing the texture on it, and feeling the traces of time. The corners of my mouth slowly hooked, smiling at the warm sun, this is a smile from the heart, and at the same time, a tear overflowed from the corner of my eye, I knew that I was crying again, but I didn't wipe it, because it was a moving tear. Although this plum has fallen, it is more stunning and beautiful than any blooming flower in this world. After all, a thousand words turned into a beautiful word, simple, but intuitive, thank you, I feel your heart.

Mei slowly landed and soaked

It slowly corrodes over the years, blends into the soil, turns into fertilizer, and nourishes generations. Silently open, silently dedicated, and finally, silently withered, this is Mei's soul.

Sitting quietly in front of the window, looking out the window. Outside the window, everything was draped in a snow-colored gauze, and the light gauze danced up and down scattered, disturbing the vision. It seems that the thin veil covers the eyes, hazy, and full of shadows, which makes people unable to see really, clearly, as if there is everything, as if there is nothing, and can't help but want to lift the veil and satisfy that curious heart. I stood up and walked out.

Stop at the door and look into the distance, the heaven and the earth are all white, the connection is seamless, you can't see the edge at a glance, the white is monotonous, there is no trace of novelty, only a few small cabins in the distance add a few different colors to this white paper. I walked forward slowly, my feet on the soft snow, rubbing against the ground, making a "squeak" sound, and expressing a hint of loneliness in this cold silence. Walking in the white world, there is no designated direction, because everywhere you go there is only white, like a white picture scroll with nothing written, there is no end and no end. The mind is like this white picture scroll, blank, just simply follow the heart, move with the feelings, everything is natural, carefree, unrestrained.

After watching the monotonous snow scene for a long time, it was inevitable that my eyes were a little sore, so I lowered my head and silently counted my steps. The cold wind blew, and I couldn't help but shrink my neck. His eyes went up and down on his toes, but his thoughts had already been empty, drifting far away with the cold wind. There were a few noises behind him, and he subconsciously turned his head, but found that there was nothing, it was still a single white, and he only saw a series of deep and shallow footprints embedded in the snow-white ground, spread from the sky to his feet, and suddenly he suddenly said: I have walked so far. When I looked back, I realized that I had just thought about something, and I forgot where I counted my steps.

As I walked, I suddenly crashed into a few bright reds in my field of vision, which caught me off guard, and I rubbed my eyes to look closely, only to find that it was actually a plum tree. If you ignore the bare branches, no one would have thought that there would be a plum tree standing in this wilderness, right? A single branch, standing proudly in the wind, there are still some snow melted water droplets on the bright red plum petals, the water droplets are crystal clear, want to flow or not, make people's hearts tremble, lining the plum more and more red, more and more delicate. From a distance, it seems that a picture of Momei has finally been painted on this 10,000-year-old white painting scroll, which is very beautiful.

Some people say that Mei, she is arrogant, and she only wants to wait until the flowers have withered, and then she will be extremely disdainful and slow to open, but this kind of cold arrogance will not only not look vulgar on her, but also add a touch of beauty to this Mei, which seems to be extremely harmonious, as if this is what it should be. Be! Mei, she is arrogant, but she has this capital, what kind of flowers in the world are willing to bloom in the frost and snow? But, Mei, she did, she stretched her graceful figure in the biting cold wind........

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