A beautiful piece of prose. 800-1000 words should be accompanied by appreciation.

The snowflakes are full of love and the sky is full of sadness

I have accumulated a lot of memories. Buried deep in winter snow. Let go of you, let go of love. The snowflakes are still flying, and the sadness can still be forgotten.

——Inscription

When the snowflakes are flying, whose feelings are falling to the ground?

The long-awaited snowflakes have finally fallen. I stood quietly in front of the window, watching the snowflakes flying outside the window, and the fluttering, so beautiful. I stretched out a hand and let the snowflakes fall lightly, It fell silently to the palm of my hand. The pale whiteness and the coldness of the fingertips freeze the memory of this moment.

I have thoughts that cannot be calmed down in my heart, like scattered snowflakes...

An unforgettable memory, an enchanting encounter, and a word that will never leave me. The oath just drifted away.

I am missing, missing our inexplicable meeting, and missing those days when we were happy, do you still remember them? To this day, I still can't forget the love in those long past events. It's like a flowering tree growing in an incongruous city. Blooming under the neon lights, withering under the starless night sky.

I will never forget my encounter with you, your tenderness towards me, and your smile.

Quietly, quietly, I have been standing in the place of love, refusing to move away for a long time. Is it because I love you too much, or because I miss you too much?

Perhaps,

Meeting you in the snowy season has destined me to be sad.

Falling in love with you, in the season of catkins flying, interprets my sadness.

It’s just that I am still looking forward to your arrival, and I am still waiting deeply for you. This may allow me to go on a long journey. Because I want to find you, even if the cold wind is biting, my heart will feel a little warm because of the thought of you.

Look down,

A piece of snow. Dazed and confused, your back disappears into the horizon. Outside the window, heavy snow was still flying, covering the whole of Beijing with a layer of white gauze. Snow can be so pure, quietly, silently, and truly falling with the love, longing, and waiting in my heart.

That winter was as warm as spring because of you. Today's winter is covered with snow, leaving an empty city alone.

Is it joy or sadness?

Two snowflakes are like catkins, whose sorrow is blanketing the sky?

A man wanders alone in the snow, surrounded by snow. Snowflakes, one after another, one after another, fell straight into the world. Floated towards me and landed on the tips of my hair.

Yes, snowflakes are always the elf of winter. Her appearance ignites hope in sleeping dreams, and thoughts dance with the snowflakes. In the biting cold wind of winter, her dance is so elegant.

Somehow, looking at such a snowy scene and the tears falling from the clouds, I don’t know where my heart is flying? The rolling thoughts, in an instant, the longing began to stretch, like thousands of vines entangled in the heart.

Looking at the vast expanse of white earth, the pure white color without any impurities is my favorite; in the sky, the flying snowflakes are like catkins, and like pear blossoms falling all over the ground. The chaotic snowflakes are floating like my lovesickness, weaving my memory. And my thoughts are always flowing in space, unable to find a docking shore.

Looking back at the series of overlapping footprints behind me, there is a vague half-curtain of sadness under the pure white snow marks. I wish you could accompany me to leave happy footprints in such snow.

I remember, that day in the snow, the moment you told me you were leaving, all the dreams you had had were shattered. But I am wet-eyed in the memory of just lingering, still hugging the vow you gave me tightly.

Just like this, I have been refusing to give up waiting for you and clinging to the remaining warmth of my old love. Is it because I am too stupid or because I am too in love?

Those, who are waiting to grow old?

Those, who are you tenderly attached to?

Those, who wasted the past?

Memory is clear and bright. Turning around, in a blink of an eye, it turned into memories and fell into meditation, fragmented and incomplete, and the past was scattered all over the floor; vaguely, I saw the smiling face; when I stretched out my hand, I felt the cold air and the feeling of loss.

It turns out that you have always been my deepest concern.

It turns out that you have always been someone I can't let go of.

It turns out that missing you has become a habit.

I still remember the sideways smile on your face, and the scene when you warmed my hands.

It’s just that,

I was ecstatic to have you by my side that winter. Today in winter, you left me, which made me heartbroken.

Three nights of desolation, whose remnants of sorrow fill the world?

As the night falls, snowflakes are still flying. This is a season of longing. The flying snow in the sky is swirling around the lover's thoughts, separated and sad, flying silently for eternity.

Under the dim light, looking at the photos with missing corners, the disappeared scenery reappears. Memories spread, suffocating memories again.

Every time the snowflakes fall and every time the fireworks are lit, every thought I have is quietly conveyed.

In the winter of that year, I opened the door of my heart that had been sealed for a long time for you, ready to accompany you to the end of your prosperity. Today's winter, I let it freeze into ice and start hibernating.

Looking at the snowflakes outside the window, they are falling lightly in front of my eyes. It uses its tenderness to record the past that has passed by. Under the dim lights on the roadside of the city, I look up. Go, they are all clearly your figure, they are shining slowly under the light, and the wet road surface is clearly written with memories of the past... That crystal clear coldness makes me realize that you have left, and I must be reborn.

The earth is getting thicker and has become blurry, just like my worries of yesterday, quietly receding in the light of time.

"Snowflakes Gone with the Wind" has been played repeatedly, listening to the familiar singing, struggling to feel. Around the little remaining space, occupying the sad and silent heart. Not willing to think, not willing to see, not willing to feel, not willing to go... I can't resist the pain of translucency. There are so many thoughts lingering there.

The night is dark and there are few passers-by, but I am swaying in the wind

How long will it take to walk before I can find support

We have already done this I have been through a lot

How much can you understand such a heart

Snowflakes are floating in the wind, and my heart is burning in the wind

You are like this Only then can I rely on each other

How much have we endured this kind of heart

In the twilight, there is nowhere to find the direction

Snowflakes are floating, pretending to be at ease

The words come to my lips but I hesitate to speak

Stop talking, okay, just go, don’t care how bad I feel

I will never forget it in times like this Say something

I wish you happiness and well-being

Snowflakes are falling and pretend to be free and carefree

The words come to your mouth but you hesitate to speak

Stop talking, okay? Just go. Don’t worry about how bad I feel.

Remember to laugh together next year

The snowflakes are floating in the wind

This is a song Sad songs are born in winter and flow with time. Thoughts continue to block the playback of memories, and blind pursuit remains empty. Is it joy or sorrow? It is no longer possible to sense.

Postscript:

Waiting for the next snowy season, waiting for a man to watch the snowflakes falling with me!

In the rest of my time, accompany me to grow old quietly.