Let life settle in words

In the quiet night, there is a clear music passing through the curtain, coming ethereal, getting closer and closer, which is very similar to the tune of high mountains and flowing water. I sat in front of the desk, facing the screen, and my fingers were at a loss on the keyboard. As usual, in this leisure time, I want to write some words about youth sadness and random thoughts. When listening to the melodious music outside, it is rare for a person to encounter such a kind of leisure, without the noise of the world of mortals, without the interference of the world, with a quiet heart being comforted by the night flowing in the music. Don’t look at the darkness, nor at the boundless night, nor at the infinite interstellar space. However, this night is as tolerant as human words! When we approach the vast ocean of literature, the pursuit of life gradually tends to be the peace of life in the grinding of years. Maybe we shouldn’t look at life like this. Because life itself is a jumping note. But I think, no matter how colorful the disturbance in the world is, it can’t resist the peace and indifference of the soul! Mountains, rivers, fallen flowers and running water flow quietly in the years. From morning to night, spring, summer, autumn and winter, there is no self-abandonment because of the loneliness in winter, no arrogance because of the prosperity in spring, no matter when you are watching the chaos in the world with the mentality of an ordinary person! Some people say that there are two things in the world that others cannot take away: one is the dream hidden in the heart, and the other is the book read into the brain. When we are reading, beautiful words can purify everyone’s heart; Sad and lingering words can make people full of sadness and melancholy; Full of encouraging words, it can arouse people’s resonance and endeavor When we read books, we read books while we read the world; When we make tea, we make tea while we taste life; When we pour wine, what I poured was wine, but what I tasted was hard. Life is like a one-way ticket with no return and no rehearsal. Every scene is live broadcast. We should approach literature and grasp every performance well. Recalling the past events in life carefully, tears when sad and smiles when happy are all precious because of pursuit. Words are originally lifeless. But when the author gives it rich emotions, it possesses life and spirituality like songs, and possesses breathtaking appeal. When you walk into a person’s soul garden with words, you can’t help being infected by a kind of soft emotion. Reading a beautiful passage, you seem to touch the author’s soft heart. In the garden of the soul, there are white clouds fluttering, streams gurgling, birds flying lightly, and gentle wind talking. If you are intoxicated and wandering in this paradise, you will have the same joys and sorrows as the author in your mind, and you will also enjoy the emotional resonance and joy with the author. The literary style is like a man. You can roughly see the literary talent of a person from the level of talent of a person’s writing; You can roughly see the knowledge reserve of a person from the aspect of a person’s writing content; from the appeal of a person’s words, you can roughly see the rich emotion of this person. Words are the monologue of the soul. If you understand a person’s words, you will understand a person’s heart. You are pleased to understand a person’s heart, and happy to have a mutual understanding. Happiness is the same happiness, happiness is the same happiness, time flies, when time passes season after season, when time passes, when those days become breeze, looking back, you will find, this warm past has become a beautiful eternity in the soul. Therefore, when you are lonely, talk with the words; When you are upset, listen to the words; When you are happy, hold the hand of the words to look for the blue sky; When you are sad, lying in the arms of words, crying heartily. Facing words, as long as we can treat each other sincerely, I think words will not be like scumbags, years, wealth or lovers, leaving you when you need them most. People who like words will have a crush on the mood of this night, because this night is sometimes like tea soaked in boiling water. In the dead of night, some dusty memories will be like the tea brewed by boiling water at night, showing the original fresh and soft beauty, which makes us vaguely see clearly through the night figure. Beautiful shadows, brilliant smiles, slim figure, plump breasts and long black hair will come as promised, walking into our words and fiddling with our heartstrings! When we are free, we might as well approach literature, walk into the garden of our own or others’ hearts, release ourselves and enjoy the pleasure and touch. I believe that you will gain a full of emotions and smiles, which are indifferent to the wind and rain of life. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Tea Suo Ji

The first time I drank tea was in my childhood. At that time, my father loved to talk while drinking tea. Every holiday day, uncles and nephews like to go to my home when they are free. My father cooked two bottles of boiled water, scalded the antique teapot with boiling water, put a pinch of green tea, and then made a pot of boiled water. The tea fragrance was lingering around the teapot, pour a cup and take a sip. The tea fragrance blows on your face, making you refreshed. After drinking a few cups of tea, my father opened the chatbox, or talked about the anecdotes that happened recently from place to place, or talked about the stories of parents, or talked about the stories of the Three Kingdoms in the form of a hundred lectures. A cup of tea, a story, a good story. My father passed away for many years, and now there is an old teapot left empty, lying quietly on the tea table, which still seems to exude a faint fragrance of tea. Time goes by, and it’s my college days in a flash. Wu Jun, a roommate friend, because his family runs a big tea house, we roommates are so absorbed that we often use the porcelain tea cup distributed by the school to make a cup of jade sword Green, when the tea leaves met boiling water, the buds scattered in the tea cup, which was really beautiful. After drinking a cup of tea and smacking it, the fragrance overflows the whole body, which makes you feel refreshed. At this time, the roommates gathered together to leave a cup of green tea, facing the wind, pointing to the country and evaluating the characters, which was very comfortable. After graduating from college, he returned to the campus to teach. Teacher Liu, who lived in the same room with me, was an old teacher who retired and rehired and continued to exert his afterheat. After work, his hobby is drinking tea. Every month, an old tea farmer gave him a pack of handmade green tea to drink. Therefore, our rooms and offices were often full of fragrance, which attracted many teachers to come here. We were chatting while drinking tea, talking about interesting teaching stories, talking about trivial matters in life, talking about future prospects, which made us happy. What made people feel regretful was that the old tea farmer left the world forever on a cold winter night. His wonderful handmade tea art was also lost, but the fragrance of green tea was always filled in our hearts. Nowadays, in my middle age, I prefer tea more. In the daytime, I put on a pot of tieguanyin and drank a cup of it lightly. I read books comfortably. When I saw the highlights, the fragrance of tea and books spread in my heart. Make a pot of Jin Junmei at night, turn on the computer, browse the news while sipping a cup of thick Jin Junmei, isn’t it fast! It’s really nice to have tea with you! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

From injury

I will continue to stay with this city in another way I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Autumn thoughts

I stand in the wind when I stare at the harvest in the golden autumn on the day when fallen leaves are flying. Taste the rhythm of autumn wind and the thoughts of rain carefully with eyes and soul. There is an impulse of life and passion of youth in the fervent chest. Walking on the slanting path of the mountain paved by fallen leaves alone, I was showering the afterglow of the setting sun. The sky in autumn was always so deep, high-eyed and mysterious, which made me yearn for. The Wild Geese flying south were still flying alone! The high mountains in the distance also changed their former costumes and put on colorful dresses, one next to the other in the setting sun. Stepping into the Paradise of childhood, the dream was no longer so pure. The breeze came from outside the mountain, leaving a few lines of sad verses carelessly! Only the flowing water sang the unchanging song passing by under my feet, and then rushed to the distance. Pick up the fallen leaves at the root and feel its former beauty. A hard sense of loss and sadness once again filled the gap in my heart. This fiery leaf gathered all my thoughts. Where should it be sent? The breeze is gentle and the water is flowing. The night came quietly unconsciously. I can’t hesitate any more. I belong to the mountain and need me here. Why should I be sentimental about the colorful and colorful lights outside the mountain? In fact, there are also flowers and green willows embracing each other here, so let all thoughts fall into the running water, or settle down or flow far away. The dim light lit up in the night. I wrapped my clothes tightly and walked towards the low room to purify the children in the mountain who were seeking knowledge and drinking from the most glorious career under the sun. I this life the non-regret chooses. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Childhood Fun 18 days

In the imprint of my childhood, there is another happy thing related to eating that is collecting everyday. Every summer at the end of July, the children in the village would gather together to eat everyday. Everyday is a kind of plant fruit in the north. At the beginning, its color was green, and the fruit was very small, which was as big as sorghum rice grains. When it comes to the mature season, its fruit will turn black or yellow, which is as big as the bead particles in the bicycle axle. Round, sour and sweet, so actually it should be called sweet. Of course, its fruit also has yellow green, called yellow sweet. When soybean leaves turn yellow at the turn of July and August of the lunar calendar, the leaves of corn will turn yellow at that time. Half of our children went to eat every day. At that time, there were plenty of sweet seedlings, such as corn field, soybean field, Persimmon field, melon field, vegetable field and even roadside. Like a string of small lanterns, yellow and sweet, black and sweet are delicious. My friends and I sometimes went to the fields to pick and eat everyday with our sisters holding a rice jar and a rice box. We are most willing to go to soybean places to eat everyday. People who see melons are not allowed to find melons every day. Soybean is short, and sweet seedlings are easy to find. The corn leaves in the corn field are too stiff, which is the most annoying. When you arrive at the soybean field, first find the ripe sweet seedlings. Whoever finds it will shout: Hey, come on me! Everyone will gather together according to the sound. On the sweet rice seedling which is about half a person’s height, the black round fruit is full of branches like ripe black grapes, which makes people have a great appetite, even the Saliva flowed out. First, we sent them to our mouth with our hands rolling on the spot. We ate a lot of them, which were both sweet and sour. That’s really amazing. If anyone is lucky to find Huang Tiantian, then he will shout: hurry up, hurry up! I have yellow and sweet here! The feeling of excitement and joy was like the sailors who had drifted on the sea for a long time could find someone’s Island. Everyone will rush to share the sweet and sour fruits together. When eating, there are all kinds of postures, such as squatting, half squatting, kneeling and standing. Everyone gives them to their mouths one by one. My tongue and teeth are all purple black, and sometimes even my face is really purple. The whole face turned gray, just like the clown in that play, which was so funny. Because there were so many sweet rice seedlings, sometimes people couldn’t eat them, so they picked off the ripe sweet and put them in the jar, and gave them to their families to eat. If I didn’t bring a rice jar or it was too late, sometimes I would carry the ripe sweet rice seedlings and take them home happily. I am so happy to have a full belly one by one! Don’t mention how comfortable it is! At that time, we didn’t know there were bananas, oranges and other fruits in the world at all. We thought we were the happiest and happiest people in the world. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

wu yue fly flower

Sunshine may, the wind is soft and warm. Early in the morning, the lazy spring came with the thick soil flavor. Grass and unknown wild flowers on the roadside rushed out of the ground like piles, looking around the winter yesterday timidly, it seems to be in nostalgia for old dreams, in pursuit of memories, in playful and naughty, in love with the seclusion that has not been seen for a long time, in a song of spring, in order to mess up the silence of winter, in a new ode, disturbing the reserved, walk in the mortal world, and walk in the Yao Chi! In the middle of May, it was not like the South. It was just over the peak. I tasted the warmth for the first time. The south of the Yangtze River with fireworks and Green Willows was earlier than the season when grass grew and warblers flew. However, the feast of flowers and plants, willow, Elm and Locust compete with each other for burying, clove, begonia, plum tree and apricot tree compete with each other for beauty, clusters, clusters, green grass, white, red and pink flowers, interweave into a green world, flower sea. Rain, grauts, sparse classics, splashing fire. Lanes swing. It is not clear yet. The fragrant bud of apricot tip is broken. Light red faded white Rouge cream. Suffering is frustrated by sentimental feelings. I’m sick and bored, just like a year. Go around the corridor and sit alone. Moon cage cloud dark heavy door lock. The fragrance of flowers crossing time and space, the sorrow passing through thousands of years, love continues in life and life, sorrow in life and life, the same sadness, different don’t worry, the same attachment, different love pain, no matter it is ancient or today, a word of love makes the old dream full of red flowers, and the thick Moonlight becomes light and light under the moonlight. The refreshing fragrance of flowers makes the thoughts tangled and lingering, making the legacy dreams come layer by layer, facing the wind to the moon, the cup of wine is turbid and joyful, not to be happy with things, not to be sad with oneself, is the epiphany of detachment and excitement, is the melodious mood of flying, don’t sigh that things are not human, human face Peach, don’t sigh another kind of sadness, but feel sad in the setting sun, cold grass belt, heavy door, Moss Cuiying spread Basin after rain. Jade is hard to be clean than spirit, snow is easy to ecstasy for muscles and bones. My heart is a little delicate and weak, and there are marks on the three-month Moon. There is no saying that the fairy can feather, and affectionate accompany me to sing the dusk. May flies flowers, flowers fly dreams far fallen flowers should be in tomorrow, but where are the flowers folded?. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Depending on the ancient city wall alone, watching the increasing autumn chill “E weekly”

Autumn rain and cold, autumn in the North has always been bleak and steep. I, relying on the ancient city wall alone, look at the distant smog to lock the late autumn, and show a sad and hazy beauty. I am not good at painting, I can only draw a picture of my Qingming river with my heart. ——- Inscription walking and walking, it will be gone; Love and love will fade; Smile and smile, then cry; Those people who have been together for a lifetime have already scattered in the end of the world like dandelion, without the presumptuous innocence of childhood and the delicate and flexible youth, I only left one sentence: You are now, OK? No contact, no phone call, no message, no email, hanging QQ, secretly invisible, watching you go online, offline, without common experience, chatting has become a luxury, in fact, I ‘ve been waiting for you to talk to me, but I haven’t waited until I really don’t want to wait. One day, I heard you say: I ‘ve been waiting for you to contact me, Finally, we fell asleep with disappointment …… we were all waiting, and nobody was willing to take a step. Others said that the world was getting smaller and smaller. I said, the distance between two hearts was getting farther and farther, finally one day, in the noisy street, we passed by each other. We were strangers to each other face to face. Maybe, I would look at your distant back and stand silently, then I told myself in a very small voice that I seemed to know this person! Then, back to back, we decided to leave. We missed the opportunity to recognize each other. Maybe we would never see each other again in this life. That’s it. I left myself in the messy fleeting time …… alone, or gently fondle the willow, looking at a meditation, seeing the maple leaves all over the sky in autumn, the long and long mind of the distant mountains like black and blue stretches, the smoke locks the clear autumn, the misty light can not give a trace of temperature, the wind passes by, the cold fingertips, singing in a low voice, there is a hint of gray melancholy in autumn; Or walking on the lakeside of the tower, watching a pair of happy and sweet lovers passing by, huddling up in her boyfriend’s soft arms, with ten fingers clasped, I rolled my head and didn’t look, but there is still a sweet love for them in my heart; While I am still alone, walking alone in pairs, and the lake surface is filled with mist. I only hope that in my own paradise, there will be shallow joy, silently mourning, write down a small ink note with the words you like. No one needs to understand it, but there is no complaint in mind …… once, in a group of revelry people, they were lonely; They laughed, I also laughed, hiding all the pain in the grumpy smile. The more I laughed, the more painful I was. The more painful I was, the more heartless I smiled. But I was still lonely; Now, I walked alone in the ancient shade pavilion of the campus, letting the beautiful ancient melody slowly flow around my ears. I don’t know where my thoughts are floating, no Do you know why, is it because this autumn is too strong? Or is it because of the cold and heavy smoke? My heart can’t keep warm …… a ink paper inkstone, gently tap cinnabar, lift my eyes and send it from afar, a little deep feeling, and the rest is warm. Exhibition scroll, around the city wall, bustling crowd, strange faces, strange city, I had no time to be sad, so I was annihilated in the light years passing by in a hurry, in the small garden, On the square, the music of Waltz floated slowly, dancing in the sunset, and a gorgeous feast was made with the fallen leaves; Lovers who promised each other on the wooden stool were silent and smiling gently; Children chased the puppy to play, naughty boys would climb up the ancient city wall and sneak into the iron tower Park secretly along the winding path full of weeds; Or squat down by the lake to watch grandpa fishing under the weeping willows, maybe you can also get one or two lobsters to show off to your friends; The setting sun disappears on the other side of the wall with the last trace of regret. The old man who helped each other passed through the ancient road, tears dropping on the painted scroll, I swear that the tears at this time did not belong to pain, but fell down naturally, because it was moved, because it saw the promise that the world was old and the world was not separated; A group of playful children, naive, I still burst into tears unconsciously, because who said their vitality, young people don’t know how to worry about it, At this moment, I only depend on the ancient city wall. The Wind in late autumn cools to my heart. My cold fingertips touch the lingering charm of a hundred years. Can two objects of the same cold embrace each other to absorb a trace of temperature from each other? I can’t understand its thousand years of vicissitudes, and it can’t read the deep feelings and concerns in my eyes …… the place where the sunset falls is where I grew up, where I have the happy memories of my childhood, in the courtyard, the phoenix tree is floating yellow, and there should be a swing. Lonely swaying once full of happiness, the hanging orchid I planted should still be green and green. Does my Gardenia have a flower bud this year? Mother should be busy back and forth in the kitchen, nagging a few words from time to time, smoke curling from kitchen, different from the cold fog in late autumn, straight up to the sky of nine days; At night, everything fell silent, occasionally there were a few dogs barking, dad is still working! He was accompanied by only the lonely stars and my dreams all over the sky. This was a paradise that people yearned for. The first ray of morning light woke up the Rooster with the sound of news. There was a figure gradually in the field, stepping through the thick frost of late autumn and carrying, wearing straw hats, walking together or alone, the whole village became warm. Every family was filled with delicious food and happy. A group of children were chasing the sun with schoolbags on their backs, he would also turn around with his father’s new toys just bought from the city, looking at the quaint river garden with a panoramic view of everything. Dongchen road stretches to the auditorium, with many wandering dreams standing here for a hundred years; I often go to see the monument of Gongyuan, touch its vicissitudes, breathe the air of history with it, and let my soul be quiet; On the playground, the green lawn, ignoring the noise around, lay down, looking up at the sky, the little happiness that only belongs to me is the most beautiful scenery of life …… somehow, this campus seems to have a magical magic, walking in, no matter how upset the mood is, I will calm down. I can feel the heaviness of history and experience the hardships of life. Closing my eyes, what flashed in my mind is a fragment that cannot be pieced together completely: Dongchen Road, auditorium, ta Yun Road, library, Wen Yin Road, Gong Yuan monument, school song Monument, Gong Yuan Road, South Gate…… Turn the scroll, the last Twilight, I am the leading role, depending on the city wall alone, the wind blows the hair, stick it on the corners of the mouth, taste the thoughts brought by the autumn wind, hold your cheek with both hands, and look at the departure, no one knows what I am thinking, even I don’t know the real thoughts in my heart. The pedestrians are dying, and I am staring; The Twilight in the campus is deep, my classmates also went back to the dormitory or went to self-study, and I was still thinking about it; I skipped classes and climbed the ancient city wall. I would rather watch the late autumn depression and night fell than enjoy the so-called classic romance movies of the country; I don’t know when to leave, and I don’t want to leave either. Looking at the direction of my hometown, where is a bright moon? I miss and write down its outline …… close the picture scroll and try my best to paint in my heart, I painted the missing which was not completely original, stopped writing, grinded the ink, started writing, and wrote down the words with shallow meaning: I only relied on the ancient buildings of the city wall to taste the deep cold feeling in autumn; I felt sorry for myself, the moon was cold, and; holding the residual paintings of ancient books, recalling the plain fleeting years; Tears in the heart of flowers, the residual Yang blood, missing and jealous Chanjuan. I silently read in my heart: wish you well! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…