Jokes describing winter

Spring has passed, and so has summer. I am desperately holding on to the tail of autumn, desperately trying to keep a trace of golden color in my pupils. But when the six-sided frost is flying all over the sky, winter is coming, covering the bright and dark corners of the city vigorously. On November 20, 2004, my entire city fell into winter - a world of six-sided frost. I think I can leave everything in the depths of the mirror or dry it up with the tears in my dreams. For example, a childhood struggling between happiness and sadness; a life that becomes increasingly difficult and cruel; a love that is stillborn before it even begins. As a concept of time, winter also represents the idea of ??despair, which means that as time advances, it gradually approaches despair. Qianzi said he should take the exam to a university in the south, as the winter in the Northeast is too cold. My answer was incomprehensible: The Mediterranean is very warm and rainy right now. The sun sank into the Mediterranean Sea from my field of vision. The winter there is mild and rainy. I think of a historic site in the capital of the Boot Country, and of a group of gladiators fighting each other in the rainy days in distant times - for their own survival rather than survival of the fittest. No matter what the winner is, they are just a toy to watch. . Although they resisted and achieved certain victories, they were eventually suppressed. The struggle was in vain. Senior Han Han raised the banner against examination-oriented education and soon disappeared. I don’t have the guts to be a rebel again, and I may not have the guts to follow those who resist. If I had lived in that distant era, I would have swallowed my humiliation and become a slave for others to enjoy. ; What is ringing in the earbuds is Jay's lazy tone. It has been four years since I listened to the first song "Lovely Woman" and Jay's songs have accompanied me through four years of decadence. But this song "Qili Xiang", I don't know what to say, maybe I lost my Jay. After the high school entrance examination, I borrowed a singing tape to hide and listen to it over and over again, crying intermittently. During these gray days, I remembered the name Jay Chou and the tone of voice that made me decadent, but it was definitely not the confusion and dizziness that "Qili Xiang" made me feel now. I once chatted with a netizen named "No Debate, No Debt". She said that she walked calmly when we didn't owe each other. But the feeling when I pressed the Stop button was anything but calm. Maybe I owed Jay something. The World Cup was being held during the high school entrance examination. The appearance of the Chinese team made me wildly excited, but the results of the Chinese team and the high school entrance examination were equally cruel. I think I am not a patriot because I only shed tears for the high school entrance examination instead of criticizing the Chinese team. I won’t even be able to be a Patriot next year. The sense of oppression given by Black June is like the problem Chinese football is facing now - confusion and collapse later. I am a senior in high school, majoring in liberal arts. The current situation is a bit of a struggle to be optimistic, and a struggle to be pessimistic. Starting from this winter, I hate the white color, the six-sided frost, and the feeling of standing in the snow at a loss. Finally, I hate myself. Postscript: I am a confused person. When I go to a strange place, I don’t know what to do. When I saw the title "Direction", I wrote this article in a daze. Now I feel confused and can't find the direction at all. If I aspire to be a writer, how useful will math and English be? But I still racked my brains to learn and struggled without any reliance. Maybe I can only go to despair.