Talking about the mood of walking in winter

Walking in winter, I gradually got used to the indifference in winter. It is always silent and desolate. I stare at it every day, but I can't see through whether it is refrigerated with unknown tenderness. Until now, walking on the road covered with snowflakes, I realized that snow is the tenderness of cold storage in winter. Then, can I think of snow and remember the tenderness and warmth of winter?

Although winter is just a few simple freehand sketches in my eyes, its monotonous colors can also make people feel inexplicable sadness, but it is this simple freehand brushwork and monotonous colors that make the cold winter extraordinarily quiet and peaceful, and make the impetuous heart have the tranquility of a silver bowl full of snowflakes. I like this peace, in which I carefully read and savor the time and safely pick up the past in my life.

Time always likes to consider the joys and sorrows of the world in the palm of your hand. Friends who have walked together will be separated in a corner, and those who have held hands warmly will become strangers one day. There are always joys and sorrows that we can't grasp in the years, and the shallow life will always be unforgettable in the ever-changing. Many things will be understood after experiencing, and many dreams will be understood after experiencing desolation. Perhaps, life is not only a trek, but also a practice.