Multicolored winter

In winter, it is a mirror in the cold night, revealing a trace of coldness. In the season of Russ, the impression is always very deep. If someone asks me what season I like, I will not hesitate to answer: "Winter."

I don't know why, I am always curious about the winter, and I always have a special feeling for the winter. I’m curious about winter, I don’t understand it, just feel that I am involved in it by the lifeline. It’s like a magnet, and I’m just a lightweight ball, it’s close, I’m close It will be pulled over by it. But when it passed by, I lost my anger and could only be like a deflated ball. Maybe because I was born in winter, I should like winter. But I always can't figure it out. When it's winter, it will be inexplicably touched.

In my opinion, winter is the peak season of memory. In the winter days, it will always be inexplicably dragged by the ropes to me. My paradox is confirmed by my friend. So in the winter days, I value special attention to everything. In the winter, my heart is always very heavy, especially when the weather is bad, but occasionally there will be a time to be excited. In the winter, sometimes I can't even figure out myself.

In winter, it will always be dizzy, maybe it is the day of hibernation. But I am not willing to give up my life. It’s so wasteful to sleep with such a good day, but I don’t want to feel it. After all, there is only one winter in a year. But in winter there is no good pastime, and I blame me for always thinking. However, there are sometimes new discoveries in meditation.

If you must remove a season in the four seasons, except for the winter, no matter what season disappears, I don't care. I don't like the place where the seasons are like spring. Because it is too monotonous, in my feelings, the spring, summer and autumn seasons seem to be the same. God wants to let them decorate the winter. Sometimes I will think if there is no winter, though There is no winter, the earth is still turning, and people still have to live, but when I think of it, I am really scared.

I love winter so much, but it is always a dream for me. The beginning of the dream is autumn, and when the dream is awake, it is spring. In the late autumn, I stepped into the winter unconsciously, and then unknowingly stepped through the winter and stepped into the spring. I always feel that I have spent the winter very quickly, but I try to think back, but there is nothing particularly happy.

Colorful winter, I love you!

Zhenhua, China, Jiaozhou, Qingdao, Shandong, China: Song Anya