Nov 2015
Time leisurely walk, inadvertently, has crossed the beginning of winter, but I have no feeling of winter is approaching. Sets one thin cold, walking in the sun, both physically and mentally is still hot, as well as negligence autumn Yiyi farewell.
A little pleased, not completely dissipate warm summer, autumn has not left a lot of sadness, so winter mood, perhaps not too cold, too cold, too lonely and helpless.
Total envy northern winter, there is snow swirling, causing elegant poetry; there are ice transparent, innocent and poetic touch.
Imagine the winter, though monotonous, but that white, kind of ice, but it is the best habitat for the soul.
But I remember the winter, in addition to monotonous, in addition to cold, always find a feeling of fall back on. Though the temperature is very low, but that's cool with moisture, almost bone, so that the heart can not afford to fuel passion. Reluctantly approached the nature, want to pick up points or awake heart warm heart, but I saw the leafless trees, stood stiffly, occasionally a gust of wind roaring, rolled a few fallen leaves, desolate.
Whether, entered the winter, the heart will be like a snake, like turtles hibernate?
Looking ahead, lawn edges a little girl blowing bubbles, blowing chasing her. Watching the colorful bubbles in the sun, she danced for joy; chasing bubbles, bubbles looked broken, it is shouting with excitement. In her eyes, bubble blowing is beautiful, floating in the sky is beautiful, but also the United States finally broken. A simple heart, it is easy to pick up the United States, picked up happy.
My Xinchan a bit, perhaps through the vicissitudes of life, my heart will be so demanding.
Is not it? No matter how cold the weather, kids will be happy because the house taken; no matter how desolate the leaves, because they saw the child also leaves dancing and excitement. Whether it is spring or winter, a simple man, and I feel there will not be any different.
It is exposed to too much complexity, so longing white snow and transparent ice; is not enough to warm the heart, so can not find the poetic in the winter.
Perhaps, maintain a good attitude, your heart simply indifferent, you can free up space, saving warmth.
As long as my heart with warm winter will not stagnation. In the snow-free ice-free coastal city, rain and snow can be made from water and ice, any Chipin imagine, so white and transparent dream; you can listen to the roaring sea, watching the waves of publicity, feel the mood of another poem; also Inspired by leaves, listening to "imperfections" sound, enjoy one of the most simple pleasures.
I should also take advantage of the mood to keep up with the rhythm of the sun, quietly absorbing light, combing mood, warm attitude.
Presumably this winter, my heart, not because of the wet weather.
A little pleased, not completely dissipate warm summer, autumn has not left a lot of sadness, so winter mood, perhaps not too cold, too cold, too lonely and helpless.
Total envy northern winter, there is snow swirling, causing elegant poetry; there are ice transparent, innocent and poetic touch.
Imagine the winter, though monotonous, but that white, kind of ice, but it is the best habitat for the soul.
But I remember the winter, in addition to monotonous, in addition to cold, always find a feeling of fall back on. Though the temperature is very low, but that's cool with moisture, almost bone, so that the heart can not afford to fuel passion. Reluctantly approached the nature, want to pick up points or awake heart warm heart, but I saw the leafless trees, stood stiffly, occasionally a gust of wind roaring, rolled a few fallen leaves, desolate.
Whether, entered the winter, the heart will be like a snake, like turtles hibernate?
Looking ahead, lawn edges a little girl blowing bubbles, blowing chasing her. Watching the colorful bubbles in the sun, she danced for joy; chasing bubbles, bubbles looked broken, it is shouting with excitement. In her eyes, bubble blowing is beautiful, floating in the sky is beautiful, but also the United States finally broken. A simple heart, it is easy to pick up the United States, picked up happy.
My Xinchan a bit, perhaps through the vicissitudes of life, my heart will be so demanding.
Is not it? No matter how cold the weather, kids will be happy because the house taken; no matter how desolate the leaves, because they saw the child also leaves dancing and excitement. Whether it is spring or winter, a simple man, and I feel there will not be any different.
It is exposed to too much complexity, so longing white snow and transparent ice; is not enough to warm the heart, so can not find the poetic in the winter.
Perhaps, maintain a good attitude, your heart simply indifferent, you can free up space, saving warmth.
As long as my heart with warm winter will not stagnation. In the snow-free ice-free coastal city, rain and snow can be made from water and ice, any Chipin imagine, so white and transparent dream; you can listen to the roaring sea, watching the waves of publicity, feel the mood of another poem; also Inspired by leaves, listening to "imperfections" sound, enjoy one of the most simple pleasures.
I should also take advantage of the mood to keep up with the rhythm of the sun, quietly absorbing light, combing mood, warm attitude.
Presumably this winter, my heart, not because of the wet weather.
