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Snowflake is not melancholy

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  Looking forward to, looking forward to, the cold winter has finally come.

  The lake surface that has been frozen since I don’t know, the earth that has turned white since I don’t know, and we who have been adding clothes since I don’t know.

  The first snowflakes in the winter fell from the sky, graceful and graceful in mid-air, and finally fell gently on the bare tree trunk, on the yellow lawn, and on her shoulders.

  "Have you seen these lovely winter messengers?" She was lying on the guardrail by the lake, looking at the flying flowers floating into the lake, and said to me blankly.

  I gently patted the snow off her shoulders, and placed a piece of this winter flower in the palm of my hand, watching the warm body temperature slowly turn the flower into a drop of water, which gradually disappeared in my hand.

  "Another year has passed like this." I looked at the snow that was falling more and more and said softly to her, "but the romance in winter is still coming as expected." She turned her head and said yes He smiled at me and said, "Even if life is difficult, time will erase everything." After that, we all looked at the gloomy sky in unison.

  The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the snow that was originally gentle and fluttering has become manic under the control of the wind. "The gentle snow was wrapped in the wind and lost its way." She gently smoothed the snow on the guardrail and wrapped the clothes around her neckline. "Are you cold?" I asked standing behind her. "It's okay, but the wind is getting stronger," she said casually. The flakes of snowflakes turned into small hard snow particles under the blowing of the wind, slid across the side of my face and brushed my ears.

  "Let's go, go back and take shelter from the wind and snow." I said softly, "Don't catch a cold." The wind and snow in the sky didn't seem to show any signs of abating, and I saw her ears and small hands were red from the cold. , can not help but worry.

  "Well," she snorted silently, "Luo, this is the first snow of the year." She turned around, as if thinking about something. I somehow sensed that she seemed less excited about the snow this year.

  "If I could, I would also like to go up and down like this." She turned her head and smiled at me. "That way, I will be the only one who can fly in the air."

  "Definitely." I looked at her fading back and felt a little lost. After a while, her footprints were no longer visible on the thin snow.

2


  In the evening, the wind gradually ceased, the ground outside the window was already covered in silver, and silent snowflakes fell quietly in between. Just as I was looking at the snowflakes flying outside the window, my phone suddenly vibrated: "After dinner, come out and watch the snow with me." I looked at the surprisingly quiet ground outside the window, picked up the phone gently and replied, "Okay. "The

  sky did not dim as quickly as usual, and the snow that had built up on the ground reflected a white light for the sky. The snow under the street lamp was flying, and she stood under the lamp, watching the snowflakes flying in the air. Pieces of snow fell silently on her hat, with no intention of ending.

  "Let's go to the Garden of Hundreds of Flowers." She shook the snow on her body, followed the flowers that fell from the sky, and walked in front of me "squeaky".

  "Under the lamp, girl, alone, alone."

  I told her this mood, but she laughed casually, and her dimples turned a light red. "You are really like a Chopin in November." She caught a piece of flying snow and said, "The first snow of the winter made me a little cold."

  "Chopin in November, thank you for your compliment. ." I felt a touch of indifference from her remarks, "The romance of this winter should start with the elves of the first snow."

  "Luo, you have some Frederick Furlong on you. The temperament of Mr. Sauvage Chopin, with poetry and songs, is like a dream." She said softly. I can't keep up with her train of thought. In the dim light, I tightened my neckline. "I hope she will feel better when she arrives at Baiyuan Garden." I thought.

  "We've arrived at the Garden of Hundreds of Flowers," she murmured.

3


  The Hundred Gardens was quiet at night, and the snow fell on the ground in clumps, accumulating a layer of crystal-like curtain. "If I were a snowflake, graceful and graceful in mid-air, I would definitely recognize my direction - Feiyang, Feiyang, Feiyang -" She looked up at the sky, carrying Xu Zhimo's famous sentence on her back. Pieces of snowflakes fell slowly, not knowing where to go.

  One piece, another piece...

  "Luo, where is my direction?" She turned to me suddenly, her handsome eyes twinkling. "I feel like I'm going to get lost in this winter." She sighed like a rose in the dark night.

  "I hope I am a star too. If I can shine, I don't have to be afraid of the dark. If I am so beautiful, then all fears can disappear." I gently grabbed a piece of snow on the ground and felt the coldness of the snow , "This is Wang Xiaobo's words, and now I'll give it to you."

  She lowered her head silently, without saying a word. "I hope my answer can melt into your heart like snowflakes." I took her hand and muttered to myself. Her hand was cold, like a piece of soft jade.

  The snow drifted silently, and the night became so silent, I knew her confusion and her unease, but I couldn't do anything. This suppressed feeling of powerlessness is very much like the air of this snowy night.

  "Everything will be fine." After some time, she said suddenly. "I think I should also be a star to light up the dark night." She laughed softly, "Let's move forward to tomorrow!"

  I sighed in relief. In any case, she finally got out of this predicament, but life has to go on, we will usher in the first snow of winter, and we will say goodbye to another winter, the new spring will still come as scheduled, no matter how much like the past spring , the past summer, the past autumn, and even the past winter, this is naturally still running according to the law it wants, and this life should also be kept on the track we want.

  "Flying, flying, flying -

  you see, I have my way!"


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