Quiet, sometimes do some boring things, stay at home alone all day doing nothing, not interested in anything. Sometimes I'm stupid enough to think that's all. Very funny, this is not the plot in a love novel. A person is usually lonely. Alas ~ I am a person with multiple personalities, and life is not destined to be so smooth. Seeing many friends around me seems so happy, but it seems that none of them have anything to do with me. I have never felt happy. I am thinking about the future road and life, which seems to be much worse than my friends around me. Why are they so enlightened? Do they already have their own way? Maybe this is the gap. Anyway, I will leave this time next year. Where shall I go? I don't know, and I don't know if I can do it. What I care about may not matter to some people. I often complain that God is unfair to me. Why do you arrange me around these people and let me taste that kind of inferiority and helplessness? I am very cold this winter.
I like fantasy. When no one bothers me, I start thinking aimlessly, or subconsciously want to escape. People are really interesting animals, and feelings are still the most elusive thing for human beings. Now I look at all kinds of anecdotes on the Internet and sigh that technology has brought us convenience and speed, but at the same time it has also made us lose the most primitive things. Nowadays, the society is gradually putting pressure on people in this environment, so there are so many tragedies happening every day. I hope this winter can calm some people down.
I wonder what I will do this time next year. In those two days, can I get the key I want, so that I can open a brand-new heart, break the cocoon into a butterfly and make me look brand-new? Many people have told me that you should stick to it and you may be the winner in the end. I don't think about it. Faced with all kinds of temptations, it is difficult for me to restrain myself. Always fail again and again, and then regret it. I hope this winter can give me more confidence.
Winter is a season full of expectations, so what about me after winter?
This is a snowy season.
In the evening, walking alone on the way home, the bustling streets were covered with heavy snow, which seemed depressed and indifferent. Dim street lamps reflect the shadow of snowflakes and dance like fireflies. Snow gently stroked my cheek and whirled. I felt a chill and wrapped my clothes gently. In the distance, a young mother led her daughter to have a snowball fight. A snowball landed gently on the little girl. She smiled and said, "This little white snowflake is like a little white angel. Really beautiful! " I slightly zheng, somewhere in my memory seems to have caused a * * * sound, in a trance, as if I had returned to my childhood hometown.
I was an introverted child when I was a child. I never want to say a word to other children, and my expression is cold. Every time I hear them call me "little monster", I always pretend not to care, but I hide at home and cry silently, letting my tears wet my clothes. But I don't know, outside the locked door, a person is leaning gently and spending it with me.
However, calling me "little monster" is not enough to cope with children's practical jokes. One snowy morning, I was walking home from school alone. They attacked me with snowballs and I tried to avoid them. But the snowballs still hit me hard, and one of them even fell into my clothes. That incomparable coolness spread into my heart. I ran home screaming and crying.
My mother saw my embarrassment, and her eyes were a little sad, but she didn't say anything. She just gently helped me tidy up my clothes and happily dragged me out to play. I screamed and backed away, but my mother dragged me out without hesitation. I chickened out and refused to go out of the building, but my mother walked out without hesitation. The snow is still falling. Mother stretched out her hands, and snowflakes like goose feathers soon filled her hands. She gently shook hands with each other, rolled the snow into a ball and let it lie quietly in her hand. She smiled and said, "Look, mom is not cold at all. These little snowflakes are like white angels. " When she meets a cheerful child, she will warm herself. Look, am I not cold at all? That's because my mother is very happy every day, so it's not cold for snowflakes to fall on me. Try it if you don't believe me! "I looked at her doubtfully. Mom's smile is still so natural and beautiful. I felt a little warm in my heart, and my feet unconsciously moved out of the cave, standing in the world of snow, infected by my mother, as if the snowflakes falling on my body were warm. However, in an instant, I clearly saw the purple hands covered by snowballs, and the snow-white earth was glowing with red light. Originally ruddy cheeks also looked a little pale, as if they were about to be covered by overwhelming snow. My head and shoulders are covered with snowflakes. In my eyes, my mother is the real angel at this moment, so beautiful and so holy. My heart is tepid again, and my eyes are slightly moist.
Later, things became very simple. I began to play with the children and gradually integrated into the big family of the school. In the days to come, whenever it snows, I will always say to people around me, "Snow is really like that angels in white, always guarding me and giving me warmth." And I know that what really protects me is the great mother and the real angel in the snow many years ago.
Over the years, no matter whether it snows or not, no matter where I am, mom, as long as I think of you, there will always be a trace of warmth in my heart.
It's still snowing. I reach out and accept the snow-white angel, feeling the warmth from my fingertips.
Time passed quietly, and it was already 65438+ February. Winter has quietly come to Shenzhen, and people have to put on thick coats that have slept under boxes for a long time. However, in this winter, even without those coats, I still feel so warm.
Early in the morning, I was woken up early by the alarm clock. When I opened the quilt, I felt the cold I had never felt before, so I put on a sweater and a pair of pants in a hurry. Although it's still a little cold, I don't think it's necessary to add more clothes. I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth, and then went to bed to enjoy it for a while. By this time, my father had put on thick clothes, came to my bed and said kindly, "It's getting late, and I'm still in bed like a child." Hearing this, I jumped up: "Who is the child?" "Look, my clothes are all dressed." I pointed to my clothes. "How can this happen, wearing so few clothes?" Dad smiled and touched the thin clothes I was wearing. Then, he took out a coat and a pair of trousers from my closet. "You should wear more. Children have poor resistance. " "By the way," he continued, "from today on, your mother will take you to school by bike. You should cooperate with her. "
I nodded, my heart was warm, and my father was so concerned about me that it was not so cold even without a coat.
I came to the bicycle garage with my mother, and she pushed the bicycle out. "When can I ride on the road?" She put her bag in the cage. "Come on up." I got on the bus and my mother took me on the road. I know very well in my heart that I can ride, but I can't go up and down freely. Sometimes I bump into others. My mother must think that my skills are too poor, and she won't let me go to school by bike for fear that I will get hurt.
Along the way, several times in a row uphill, mother panting, struggling to ride on the slope, and carefully ride down the slope. When I got to school, I saw a lot of sweat on her forehead and face.
Looking at her back, I can't help but feel a warm current in my heart. How nice my mother is. She drives me so hard for me every day, but she never complains! I know my mother loves me very much!
In such a cold winter, my heart is very warm because of my parents' love.
There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.
The snow in the evening is deeply cut, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, which can drown everything and have a sense of nudity. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...
The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.
After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow.
I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
2. The smell of winter
"Listen, what's that noise outside?" My mother came to my room with a down jacket, pulled me up and tucked me in.
"Wind, such a big wind!" I don't even want to get up.
"It's cooled down today, it's MINUS 7 degrees, and it's frozen outside." I stood at the window and saw only the branches scattered by the wind. Some dead branches could not help but be attacked by the cold wind and broke with a "crack". Some sparse dead leaves left on the tree fell to the ground, and a gust of wind blew. These leaves rolled into the corner in small groups and huddled up like children who were afraid of the cold.
On the way to school, my mother wrapped me up, but I still felt the biting wind. People in the street are wearing thick scarves and masks, only showing a pair of eyes. The people waiting for the bus at the station actually trotted in place to drive away the cold and kept rubbing their hands.
At school, the playground is crowded with people, some are running, some are skipping rope, and everyone is doing warm-up exercises!
It's a pity that there is no physical education class today. Sitting in the classroom all day has cold hands and feet. As soon as I got home at night, I quickly turned on the air conditioner. Oh, how comfortable! It seems that winter has really come. It suddenly occurred to me that it would be nice to be warm outside in winter! I told my mother this idea, and my mother told me with a smile that if winter is not cold, pests will not die, so the cold wind is the soul of winter, and everything in the world has its reasons for existence.
Through the winter
"If winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
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With the coming of winter, people put on thick cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold wind and frost. With the coming of winter, everything has entered a "dead silence" period, leaving people with eyeful fatigue. ...
That winter, the Clivia I planted became sick as early as two months ago. When winter comes, it loses all its green color and becomes a pile of dead branches. I'm sorry that months of hard work went up in smoke. In order to reassure myself a little, I didn't throw it away immediately, nor did I take it out of the flowerpot immediately. I just left it as it is.
In this way, I spent the winter of that year in regret. Every time I touch the cold flowerpot, I feel sad and helpless in my heart. Now that I think about it, I can still feel the long winter.
After the spring of the following year, I made up my mind to get rid of the dead branches and make room for planting orchids in flowerpots. So, I dug up the soil with a small shovel and prepared to uproot it.
But at this moment, a miracle appeared. As soon as I put the shovel into the dry thick soil and scraped it twice, I heard a crisp crack, and then I saw the fragments of the ceramic flowerpot scattered all over the floor. However, when I look carefully, it is the root of Clivia, which seems to have died last winter, wrapped in layers of soil and as thick as a white beard. Instead of necrosis, it became more and more lush and branched again and again. Now, it is so lush that it fills the whole flowerpot, just like a dragon's paw sticking tightly to a porcelain flowerpot. No wonder it breaks at the touch.
Seeing this, I quickly trimmed the messy roots and replanted them in the pot. As a result, a month later, each flowerpot gave off a lovely Clivia bud.
I have to marvel at this scene. In the whole winter brewing, it can grow again and flourish. I was simply impressed by the miracle of this winter. This admiration is from the heart. From the eyes to the heart, I have to sincerely sigh its tenacious vitality.
Think about it, how stupid I was to give up the chance of a new life in such a hurry in winter. Thick cotton-padded clothes really cut off all the joy and hope brought by new life. But now I understand that the temporary "dead silence" is to let us appreciate life more truly and appreciate life.
In winter, plants can be reborn by longing for spring after the "dead silence" in winter. What about that guy? Winter can also look forward to spring, and you can get greater new life and hope. We should be awed by the magic of life, so we should show courage and action. Just like Clivia with withered stems and leaves, when spring shines on the earth, you will have the beauty like a Siberian butterfly, and then break the ice to find a brighter and brighter you.
As long as your heart is full of hope, you can cross the cold winter and enjoy the warmth of spring sunshine!
This is a snowy season.
In the evening, walking alone on the way home, the bustling streets were covered with heavy snow, which seemed depressed and indifferent. Dim street lamps reflect the shadow of snowflakes and dance like fireflies. Snow gently stroked my cheek and whirled. I felt a chill and wrapped my clothes gently. In the distance, a young mother led her daughter to have a snowball fight. A snowball landed gently on the little girl. She smiled and said, "This little white snowflake is like a little white angel. Really beautiful! " I slightly zheng, somewhere in my memory seems to have caused a * * * sound, in a trance, as if I had returned to my childhood hometown.
I was an introverted child when I was a child. I never want to say a word to other children, and my expression is cold. Every time I hear them call me "little monster", I always pretend not to care, but I hide at home and cry silently, letting my tears wet my clothes. But I don't know, outside the locked door, a person is leaning gently and spending it with me.
However, calling me "little monster" is not enough to cope with children's practical jokes. One snowy morning, I was walking home from school alone. They attacked me with snowballs and I tried to avoid them. But the snowballs still hit me hard, and one of them even fell into my clothes. That incomparable coolness spread into my heart. I ran home screaming and crying.
My mother saw my embarrassment, and her eyes were a little sad, but she didn't say anything. She just gently helped me tidy up my clothes and happily dragged me out to play. I screamed and backed away, but my mother dragged me out without hesitation. I chickened out and refused to go out of the building, but my mother walked out without hesitation. The snow is still falling. Mother stretched out her hands, and snowflakes like goose feathers soon filled her hands. She gently shook hands with each other, rolled the snow into a ball and let it lie quietly in her hand. She smiled and said, "Look, mom is not cold at all. These little snowflakes are like white angels. " When she meets a cheerful child, she will warm herself. Look, am I not cold at all? That's because my mother is very happy every day, so it's not cold for snowflakes to fall on me. Try it if you don't believe me! "I looked at her doubtfully. Mom's smile is still so natural and beautiful. I felt a little warm in my heart, and my feet unconsciously moved out of the cave, standing in the world of snow, infected by my mother, as if the snowflakes falling on my body were warm. However, in an instant, I clearly saw the purple hands covered by snowballs, and the snow-white earth was glowing with red light. Originally ruddy cheeks also looked a little pale, as if they were about to be covered by overwhelming snow. My head and shoulders are covered with snowflakes. In my eyes, my mother is the real angel at this moment, so beautiful and so holy. My heart is tepid again, and my eyes are slightly moist.
Later, things became very simple. I began to play with the children and gradually integrated into the big family of the school. In the days to come, whenever it snows, I will always say to people around me, "Snow is really like that angels in white, always guarding me and giving me warmth." And I know that what really protects me is the great mother and the real angel in the snow many years ago.
Over the years, no matter whether it snows or not, no matter where I am, mom, as long as I think of you, there will always be a trace of warmth in my heart.
It's still snowing. I reach out and accept the snow-white angel, feeling the warmth from my fingertips.
I pay close attention to him. He looks very weak, his bony feet are drooping, and his hands are strong and lifeless with a rice bowl. The rice bowl is rusty and discolored seriously, and it can be clearly seen that one side of the rice bowl has a bright color-blue. In fact, this broken rice bowl has not broken home. There are two golden paper cranes behind the rice bowl. I like paper cranes very much because they are full of a beautiful friendship story. He looked cold, curled up in a ball and occasionally trembled a little. This is because it is too cold today. So, I unconsciously became curious and interested in him, and planned to strike up a conversation with him when I came back. I don't care how low his position is or how dirty his body is. That's what I am.
When I came back, my mother was not with me. I saw him sitting under the pomegranate tree with a tattered book, Lu Xun's Wandering. He held the book like a diamond, holding it carefully in both hands and reading it carefully. I went over and shared this book with him under the lonely pomegranate tree. He may be too focused! I was never found.
The branches of pomegranate trees are brown and gray. There is a red pomegranate flower among the lush green leaves. Pomegranate flowers are like horns, and the pale yellow flower core in the middle of petals is shaking. It looks very beautiful in the golden sunshine.
I took advantage of this sunshine and took a closer look at him. His face is very handsome and his eyes are full of longing. He suddenly found a book in my hand. Surprisingly, he didn't look at me in surprise, but gave me a lovely smile and said wait a minute. Then he went on reading his book. People passing by this small street turned their eyes to me. When they saw me sitting with a beggar, they all began to talk about it. "Why is this child with a beggar?" Suddenly, an old woman who had been wearing armor for more than a year came up to us, gave me an admiring look and asked the little boy, "Where's your mother?" The little boy immediately put down the book and replied, "He is not here." The old woman groaned and said sadly, "Are you going to eat like this all your life?" The little boy hung his head shyly, blushing badly, and said, "No … I don't know, I really want to study, but I can't write, I can't read, and I have no money at home …" The little boy couldn't go on here, and he was tongue-tied. "Then will your mother come to pick you up?" The little boy looked at it from a distance and said, "Maybe not!" " "poor! Son, what will you do if it rains heavily? Look at the dark clouds in the sky, it will rain heavily soon, be careful of catching a cold! " Grandma looked at the distance and took a long breath. "I can find a place to hide from the rain!" Just after that, the little boy looked at his leg again and said, "But … but I can't walk!" " "The old woman is more sad. She left. Before leaving, she said seventeen words, which made the little boy happy at once. Those seventeen words are: "If you were my child, I wouldn't abandon you mercilessly. "
Then I suddenly found that I had this umbrella in my hand, so I excitedly said to him, "Little boy, it doesn't matter. I have an umbrella here. We can use it together. " So he said gratefully, "Thank you, sister." He smiled at me again, then took out a piece of blue paper from his long-cherished schoolbag and folded a beautiful paper crane in one minute. I quickly applauded and told him about my beautiful friendship in a school. He was so moved that he shed two lines of tears and said, "How touching! Is your friendship souvenir a paper crane? You ... you worked out four numbers in half a semester-1001,which is really amazing. " Then he wiped his tears with a corner of his clothes.
At this time, the wind blew, the fog came and it rained. Listening to the rain, the rain hit our foreheads like an arrow, as if someone was talking in class. I whispered to him, "Don't be afraid, don't worry." After that, I opened my little blue umbrella, held it in front of the little boy and said, "Look! We are back under the same blue sky. " He is as happy as going home. The winter rain hit my little blue umbrella and fell to the ground, dancing around the earth like a whip made of oxtail. The wind is blowing and thundering, and dark clouds come in a hurry with storms. The wavy dark clouds almost burst my little blue umbrella. Seeing how hard I worked, the little boy struggled to raise his hand and help me with my umbrella. Although it was a cold day, the little boy's face was very narrow and a string of sweat flowed down. I suddenly feel much more relaxed. Looking at the little boy, I smiled with relief. This is the third time I have noticed him. He is only about ten years old! Some eyes are dim and some are eager, just like a handsome but lifeless sculpture. Suddenly, an aunt with unkempt hair came from behind. She picked up the little boy and ran away without saying anything. The little boy turned to me in despair and waved goodbye to me. I shed tears of joy and sadness. Finally, finally, he was taken home by his mother, but he left me. My tears are mixed with rain and desolation. I pinched the paper crane he gave me, and my umbrella fell to the ground with a bang. There is a paper crane next to the umbrella. The rain stopped, and on the edge of the dark clouds, the waterfall of light poured down again. The sun folds into a rainbow and floats on the earth. I threw the paper crane into the sky, let the sun help me, stretch my body and fly to the blue sky bit by bit. I was just about to reach out to pick it up when the little boy took his mother's hand and came up to me, pointing at me and saying, "Mom, it's this sister." I don't know what happened, but she handed me a paper crane and said, "Thank you, son."
What a beautiful fold. I said.
His mother smiled faintly, somewhat bleak.
Their figures are getting farther and farther in my field of vision until they disappear. I sincerely hope that this little boy can go to school.
One dark night in July, I went out for a walk. It didn't rain much, but it was freezing cold and splashed into my life. After he left the whirlpool, did he still have the paper crane I gave him?
The next day, I received a small box.
When I opened it, dozens of paper cranes poured out: red, blue, green, yellow, purple, silver, gold … dribs and drabs, leaving traces of winter rain.
I don't know if it's winter,
Still a summer.
I gave my love.
Gave it to the poor boy.
Scared him under the sunshine and blue sky,
Grow up happily.
This increased his courage and confidence,
Be more rational.
I believe,
The slate can't stop the boy's perseverance and patience.
Love will warm the world,
Will make people's lives happier and happier.
Less jealousy, more tolerance,
Burn the love in your heart into a fire.
The world is absolutely fair,
Life will be a beautiful song.
Whenever it rains, that scene will appear in front of my eyes. From then on, I look forward to the rain, and I won't hate it anymore.
Look, it's raining heavily. Look, there is a blue sky in the rain.
About winter! When the autumn wind is the last fallen leaf ...
I am shivering all over, I feel cold, and tears of joy fall in the winter wind.
When Liang Guang brought the first time from the busy summer to this winter, I was not ready to realize my first time, this winter.
For the first time, I made friends with a boy enthusiastically and actively, very pure and pure friends. I really want to make friends with him, because he comes from far away. I heard that he will feel cold in this southern city. There is no reason-a friend said that my maternal love is rampant-I just want to have this friend and warm him with my heart.
Going out with boys for the first time. Just the two of us, walking among strangers, occasionally meeting a few classmates, will greet me, smile, very ambiguous. They think I have a boyfriend. I laugh too. I smiled indifferently. I said it was my first time to go out with a boy alone, and he didn't believe me. Who would believe it? A senior girl who is not ugly has never dated a boy alone, let alone fallen in love. He said it was best to have a friend of the opposite sex (he meant a boyfriend). I said I couldn't convince myself to accept someone who had nothing to do with me.
Let the train drag itself to a strange city for the first time. For the sake of "the future", I cast out my twelve self-recommendation books there. In the coldest ten days of this winter, I stayed in the sunshine city of cement and stone. I told my classmates to wear autumn clothes. I heard the classmate on the other end of the phone coughing and sniffling. Students say Changsha is very cold these days. I said I was cold here, even though it was sunny every day-my heart was so cold. For the first time, I felt helpless loneliness and uncertainty about the future. In this winter, I was away from my relatives and friends in the southern city.
The first time I walked into the OICQ chat room, it was that sad night. I have always rejected empty nets, although I have seen the wisdom and humor of rascal Cai. Because this is the first time, there are no netizens. I added a stranger named "Ancient Condor"-a 27-year-old boy as my friend. He has a wise and beautiful language, which was passed on to me by relay. Because I couldn't hear the voice and see the expression, I understood his words willfully and stubbornly. He asked what do you want to do most now? I said that I like Annie Baby's words very much: At the end of the world, I will fall in love with a stranger, try to love and then break up.
Feel the pain of losing a friend for the first time. Let tears flow gently and happily on my face, in a place where no one is there. Then tell yourself: some things can be forgotten; Some things can be commemorated; Some things can be willingly; There are some things that can't be done.
…… ……
This winter is very special, I think I will remember it forever; This winter is too complicated. I think I'd better forget it.