Walking on the road, the world is wrapped in snow everywhere, just like walking on a holy pure land, white and bright, quiet and silent. Seeing the snow and feeling the cold wind, no matter how thick you wear, you will know what is cold and what is shivering, and present this indifference and loneliness that only exists in winter to your eyes. I can't help sighing when I see people coming and going in a hurry and walking carefully on the icy road. Nature is magical and gives us a beautiful scene of winter.
Cold winter, to be honest, for me, I don't like it that much. But it is this cold winter that has given me many unforgettable memories, especially when snowflakes are flying, which will bring back many memories stored in my mind.
I was born at the beginning of this cold twelfth month. My mother often recalls the scene when I was born, saying that the day I was born was snowy and freezing. When snowflakes are flying, I can come to this world. How grateful I am to my mother for all she has done for me. Motherly love is as big as the sky. How grateful I am that this cold snowflake has started my life journey. I am not sad for the cold, and I am not sad for snowflakes. This is the test of nature, this is snowflake's love for me, and it is a classic dance performed by God for my birth. The notes of dancing and singing are the ups and downs, cold experiences and beats that I can experience on the long road of life, which make me smooth and smooth in the years.
In the cold winter, the snow rhyme is lovely, but it is also chilly, giving people a feeling of depression, solemnity and coldness. Seeing the whiteness on the ground, I suddenly remembered my father. That is, in that year, when the door was covered with heavy snow and the wind was cold, God ruthlessly took away my closest relatives and beloved father. It is this cold and bleak chill that instigated the disease to rob my father's life and let him leave us early. The ruthlessness of heaven and earth, the ruthlessness of heavy snow, and the death of my father made me very painful, but it was not enough to make me lose my upward will and confidence in life. We miss my father and miss him. It was my father's instructions and the spirit of heaven that inspired me and made me happy and happy today.
In winter, snowflakes are humming all over the sky. We enjoy the beauty, coolness, laughter and crystal in the snow. That snow, that feeling, that memory, that sadness, that happiness, that taste. In the cold wind, a snowflake records the steps of life, the width of annual rings and the bits and pieces of a year. Carrying thoughts, carrying sadness, starting to look forward to the future and yearning, starting to hope and beauty.
I love snowy days, snowy days, the white light between heaven and earth, and the cold silence of Yuan Ye Mountain.
Everything that nature has given us is our truly pure bosom friend. This beautiful snowflake and this miserable cold are not our favorites. Whether sad or happy, sad or hurt, it is nature's care and love for us. There is love in winter, love in snow and love on earth.
A snowflake, a gust of wind, played a year of joy, a chill, a period of time, and interpreted a season of lush. We are the people of the earth, holding the beauty of snow, dancing lightly, lighting up the crystal of snow, walking through Qian Shan, crossing the sea and sky, infiltrating the essence, thoughts, ideas and love of winter into every inch of thick soil, and crossing the silence and bitterness of life with snowflakes in the footsteps of winter, nourishing our children.
Let's take all the wine away. On this snowy day, we invite the bright moon and colorful clouds, all things in the world, to raise a glass with us, laugh at romance, the dust settles, the rise and fall of the sun and the charm of all customs in the world.