Passed by

Winter in memory is chilling, and so is reality.

I couldn't bear to watch the northern geese flying south, all the way to the helplessness of leaving the country and going to other places to find the warmth of the dark flowers, the lonely wings waving, but could not wave the pain inside.

I can't bear to see the dead leaves withering, trying to whirlwind in the air in vain, not wanting to go to death too early, like a butterfly that has lost its life, drifting into the yellow mud with the wind.

I can't bear to see the frosty condensate, so arrogant, arrogant, regardless of the only greenness disappeared, still lingering in the cold wind screaming broken stems.

Walk alone on the path of the yellow leaves. There are not many people around, even one or two passing by, and the expressions seem to be vague. I look at my own world from my own feet, and I have to walk in a hurry.

Let the light of the soul decorate, willing to imprison yourself in the cold iron cage, do not want to pay, fear to pay, worry about injury, fear of hurt, my heart will not feel colder. Oh, cold hand, tightened the zipper, and then hurriedly walked through

After more than a dozen spring and autumn, I found that more and more emptiness: childhood wildness, childhood unrestrained are under the scouring of time, faded, faded to nothing, such as a drop, dripping in the lake The ink is gradually floating. Thinking of childhood memories, it is also a hasty walk.

Is it the cold of the season or the coolness of the people? Why are others no longer like childhood? But not the same for yourself? After reading this, I laughed and laughed and walked by myself.

There was a person across the opposite side, and the gender and age could not be remembered. Only the faint smile was clearly remembered. Laughter did not refuse, laughter did not cover, laughter was spotless, the suppressed air seemed to dissolve, and seemed to wake up from the dream.

His face also deliberately emerged that smile, walking forward.

After the winter of chilling, I went to the bright spring.

Henan Hongli School Junior Third: Yang Zhaopeng