Sad essay about snowing?

Snow is not as direct as rain, not as deafening as thunder, and not as hurtful as hail. It is tactful, silent, so gentle, so lovable. It turns the whole world into a world of snow, and the whole world into a world of snow. Below is what I brought to you for your enjoyment.

Chapter 1: If the heart is dust-free, the falling snow falls into a dream

If the wind is still the wind of yesterday, if the back has taken away the beautiful time,

The fleeting years have passed Withered and yellow, only the heart is still there, still wandering, a sentence that once crossed the sea.

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Forgive, with a peaceful heart, forgive everything in the past, when I was discouraged.

Forgiveness is just a thought. Forgive the person who once monopolized my world and dominated my life, because she left me not only scars, but also a gentleness that is fragrant for one season. If my love is still there, I hope she will always be happy. Isn't it what I want her to live well? Because I can no longer give her a comfortable life, I let go and let her out of my world.

When love dies, then hate no longer exists. They say there is a thin line between love and hate, but I want to understand and see clearly. They say love is eternal, but that is just a beautiful lie. .

I always feel that as a human being, you have to be indifferent, live your life with a water heart, and live the world with an empty mind.

It is often said that contentment is always joyful. Only when you are satisfied can you calm your mind, and only when you are forgiven can you refresh your mind and let go.

If I have self-awareness, I should be open-minded, and I should send you a sincere blessing.

In the eyes of the world, I would rather be a fool and let others speak. Why should I care if my mouth is on others.

Love needs time to prove. If love cannot withstand the temper of time, if love corrupts in time, then love is just a game and a necessary happiness. It's so difficult to love someone. If you love someone, she is your treasure. If you don't love someone sincerely, she is just a piece of grass. Love someone with your heart, love someone with your heart.

Time can change everything, but it cannot change the concept of love.

Only when people are down can they know that the hands of those who hold you and walk with you are the warmest.

I am waiting for you in spring, because I fell in love with you in winter, because I gave my heart to you in that winter without snow.

Letting go is also a kind of happiness, and giving up is also a kind of understanding.

Just because you and I have gone through many joys and sorrows together, just because your words have moved me for many years. You said, if one day you have nothing, I am willing to go begging with you.

Although in the end your words became clouds that drifted away.

If we met for the first time and true love remains, then why break up and why leave me a deep wound.

From now on, if you lose your heart, you will live without a heart. Without a heart, you will be happier, but with a heart, it will only be more painful.

If the wind is still the wind of yesterday, if your back carries away the tired time, and the passing years are withered, but the heart is still there, just say a sentence that once crossed the sea.

Chapter 2: In the name of snow

Is this snow amazing at the end of the year?

It is not as good as the frozen north, but the same, With the appearance of flowers blooming and the lightness of dancing steps, a sea of ??flowers blooms under our feet. This long-awaited charm is so unforgettable at this moment. Looking back on the cycle of the year, what kind of perfection should I draw in the name of snow? In the extremely cold air outside the window, I can't find anything that can warm me, and I quietly guard a window with my thoughts in front of the simple desk, using A cup of boiling water warms your hands and heart. On weekdays, listen to some music you like, even if no one is singing; or find one or two articles you like and read them, even if it is just a simple inner diary. Follow your heart, follow your temperament, maybe one day, I will like this kind of "romance", in words, in music, in the thoughts of the future...

As the days calm down, my mind More! It turns out that the waxing and waning of clouds and sunshine is the philosophy of the existence of the moon.

The stream of light carries my dreams, and the years carve the traces of my heart. If I say that I am not good, will you feel sad? Will you feel distressed by my occasional words of helpless emotion about reality? In the years, will you feel sad? In the pulse of my heart, I carefully search for those charms and absolute beauty that I once had, drifting into the cracks of the annual rings, leaving only a trace of frustrated regret. The cold wind in winter is so cold, and the dust that sometimes rises will also cast a sad scene on the sky. Yes, how many trials and hardships have you gone through? I always like Peter Pan, and he can never grow up. But in the torrent of time, I gradually grew up. The dreams I once had are wandering around somewhere, and my fragile and sensitive soul has been covered with layers of dust by the world, but it is called growth. The moment I woke up from the fairy tale, I pretended to be strong and faced the world, lonely and cold. Everything around me stimulates my heart, but I still don't understand the chaotic rules of this society. Only when you have been drunk can you know how strong the wine is, and only when you have been in love can you know how deep the wine is. "Coffee is bad for the stomach, cigarettes are bad for the lungs, and love is bad for the heart." You probably have to experience them all before you know how powerful the world is.

It feels like enduring the darkness and welcoming the dawn again. I still can't escape the memories, and I can only use them to fill the comfort in the loneliness. Like a fish emerging from the water, it comes and disappears in an instant, making my heart confused like a wave shadow, flickering endlessly. , I really want to pray to God to seriously clear my memory, or erase it without leaving any trace, and turn it into dust, or turn it into a bouquet of flowers blooming. I really don’t want to accept such a vague flickering, a kind of The feeling of being crazy is hesitating in the long night, ravaging this indescribable wish, happiness and upset are mixed together, and I am a little confused.

The falling snow in winter can calm your mind with just one graceful gesture. Holding my knees and talking to myself, in the name of snow, I have a dream in which it is dark when I close my eyes!

Chapter 3: Snow in the rain

That year, when it snowed, it rained one after another , the soul is about to die, the flowers fall away with tears, another year, the lingering rain, the thoughts are heartbroken, and the dream lingers a thousand times for who is thin.

The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the continuous misty rain is as thin as sorrow. We had been looking forward to seeing this snow for a long time, but this morning it was raining and snowing, which seemed more suitable for the scene. The mountains in the distance and the current situation are completely like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. However, there are some broken flowers and a trace of reminiscence mixed in it.

In early winter, it is not surprising that there is snow, and it is not uncommon to have rain, but I like it to be snow in the rain. A few drops of raindrops are dotted in the falling snow, and it is so beautiful. What kind of coincidence, what kind of state of mind, and what kind of touch it gave me, I think, it is impossible to write it down. Even if there are thousands of words, I can't describe it in the slightest. What fills my heart is only gratitude and longing.

The years are scattered, time flies, and I can encounter this scene and this place several times, so I understand in my heart that on days like this, I should put it in my pocket and hold it tightly. If one day, this world will It was dusty, the glory was gone, and my heart felt like dust, so I secretly glanced at it, and then pretended to go back without saying a word.

If the beautiful day was yesterday, then today is tomorrow. How many years have we walked without knowing where to go, looking to the horizon, leaving behind the long past within a year, which may be joyful or sad, It's not as good as the pure fate of snow in the rain. I did not hesitate to shed tears to cut off these three thousand strands, watching the rain and listening to the snow, listening to the snow and watching the rain.

So, I laughed, because only a smile can reflect the indifference of the rain and snow.

I looked into the distance, and there was a trace of nostalgia in my heart. Someone, please put on more clothes when it rains or snows.