Winter is warm and sunny. Don't let it down.

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Early winter came, and it rained for several days, so cold that I almost went into hibernation, but I had to endure the torture of getting up early for class.

The moment I put my frozen hand in my pocket, I remembered the day when I was at home last Spring Festival. When I took my sister down the stairs, she took my hand and said, "Sister, I'll take you downstairs. It's cold and my hands are warm. "

Suddenly a warm current came and dripped into my heart.

After class in the evening, I went to the grocery store and ordered a latte. I sipped it, and the warmth spread all over my body in an instant.

My roommate bought a tail fish, a light pink fish with a sweet name-Little Parent Fish. It really has a flaming lip. As my breath opened and closed, I pursed my lips and pretended to kiss. I saw it near the edge of the glass jar, facing me, and seemed to respond.

My literary friends in Zhejiang told me that the letter addressed to me had been sent out, waiting for me to check. When I think of cherry blossoms in Zhejiang, the letter seems to be dyed by flowers and turned into petals dancing in the wind.

The weather turned warmer at the weekend, and I walked on the road and saw the sun hitting the leaves, like a layer of gold, as beautiful as a movie screen with a filter.

The succulents overturned by the storm on the small balcony of the bedroom slowly turned into the pink I expected, and even sprouted, facing the direction of the sun, like a beautiful flower.

Suddenly a word flashed through my mind: winter is warm and sunny, don't let it down.

How nice! There is still a heart that can be soft and sweet as long as something small and warm happens.

I like cafes very much. There are a group of cats in the cafe, a dozen large and small, crawling around under the wooden table, rubbing against the trouser legs of the guests, and some jumping on the table and taking a lazy sleep.

There are many girls in the cafe. Chasing a room full of cats, trying to hold one in my arms.

I found a folding cat. As long as I hold my gray hair in my arms, I will comfortably narrow my big eyes and lie quietly and cleverly in my arms. I can't help rubbing its soft fluffy hair with my chin. I really want to kiss it when I see it open its eyes and look at me.

You are an angel. No wonder you are so likable. Customers keep coming to the store, but those who are there have no intention of leaving.

It is because such soft time is so rare.

This kind of beauty, which is really held in your arms and touched in your hand, is like an unexpected fate in a movie, like a love letter written by someone you like, like a page in which the sun sets in your hand. Looking up, I met a pair of bright eyes with a smile.

Actually, when I first met this store, it was raining cats and dogs.

My roommate and I went to register for textual research that day. It rained profusely, so we ran into a shop not far away, trying to fill our stomachs for a long time.

So it's like running into all the beauty when you walk in the door. People who get wet in the rain are rejected thousands of miles away by these gentle and beautiful things.

Who said that-

You are gentle and have your own strength.

This kind of power can resist all the cold, melt the frost and snow in winter, and let us embrace the world without any bad feelings after tasting the edge of life.

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I don't belong to the kind of person who is calm at any time and under any circumstances, so I am always nervous and worried because of some small things, and I am easily agitated.

Exams, competitions, homework, manuscripts that become uninteresting in the middle of writing, and even the occasional confusion about the future will make my mood fall to a low point and make me feel gloomy all over.

I don't like carrying negative energy with me, because too much negative energy will always explode, like a hedgehog, hurting people around me who care about me.

Whenever I want to go outside at this time, I want to vent, I want to look far away, take a deep breath, expel all those uncomfortable and depressed, and keep those softness in my heart.

Once a friend took me for a walk on the train track next to the school.

The train track is built very high. Climbing up the high stairs, you can see cars driving on the road in the distance, see the fields in the distance, and hear the cool wind blowing from your ears. There is no beauty with a filter in the movie, but it is as gentle and serene as a sketch drawn casually. It is lazy and casual, plain and true, and even silence or communication will have a kind of beauty and suddenness.

A person's heart is too small to hold too many emotions, so we should learn to deal with them regularly, remove those bad, turbid, expired and deteriorated emotions and replace them with clear, quiet and soft ones, so that the beauty in our hearts can burn like firewood in autumn.

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For a time, I was so busy that I was addicted to drinking coffee to refresh myself, but I didn't like it too bitter, so I added sugar and milk. When I finally met cocoa, I abandoned coffee without hesitation, regardless of the original purpose of refreshing. I just want this bitter and sweet taste, which is very fragrant and addictive.

Many times I think life is like a cup of coffee. You have to taste it yourself, and you have to add sugar yourself.

Although suffering makes people sober and self-sustaining, it will be unbearable if they taste it for a long time. After adding sugar, I feel self-healing and strong.

There is a passage in Dead Poets Society:

We don't read and write poetry for its dexterity. We read and write poems because we are human beings. And human beings are full of enthusiasm. Medicine, law, business and engineering are lofty ideals and necessary conditions for survival. Poetry, beauty, romance and love are the reasons for our existence.

We rely on survival to pursue beauty, bittersweet and sweet, and then we will have a deep sense of satisfaction, and we will always be enthusiastic and will not feel bored.

I wear Yu Pei brought back by my grandfather around my neck, red agate that my mother went to the temple to beg on my wrist, and silver bracelets that I had since I was a child. Everything is a blessing and a heart, sincere. It seems that wherever you go, you will feel warm when you see them.

The only thing I feel luckier than others is that I am sensitive to all beautiful things.

I am easily mixed with sadness and joy; It's easy for me to hold grudges and let them go.

Perhaps the concept of beauty is too broad, too broad, too broad, and varies from person to person. It is beautiful for someone to lie on the beach in Hawaii and bask in the sun. It is beautiful for someone to drink red wine and eat steak in a western restaurant. It is beautiful for someone to travel to Britain in first class. It is beautiful for someone to indulge in Starbucks with a brand-name bag.

Some people, even if they hear a bird singing in the morning, can see the starry sky at night, and a rainbow appears in the sky after the rain, which is beautiful.

I belong to the latter.

I have always wanted to have a treasure chest to collect all the pictures, sounds, light and shadow, colors and smells.

I want to see it in the future, and I have a sense of surprise and satisfaction. If you want to tell your story to others in the future, it is not a monotonous growth experience, but how good things in this world deserve our attention.

Just like the warm sun in winter, the cool wind in summer, the fragrance of flowers in spring and the coolness in autumn.

They are small and silent, but beautiful and firm.

I can't bear to be disappointed and I don't want to be disappointed.

I know that the world I set foot in will be bigger and more exciting, the temptation will be richer, and the ambitious blood will be hotter and boiling. I still wish I belonged to the latter.

Don't let too many extravagant hopes dilute happiness.

The picture comes from the sugar pile network.

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The optional course showed the film The Return of the Great Sage. When I saw the Great Sage holding the hand of the dead young monk Liu Er and crying, my heart was sad.

Finally, I heard a well-known "Great Sage". Just when the Great Sage looked back in surprise, the movie ended at that moment.

The very open ending left enough room for the audience to imagine.

Liu Er must not have left.

Because I have always wanted to believe that the world is always better when it is cold.

And we need to be more sensitive and cherish the little happiness that the world has given us.