After leaving the bar, I returned to my place. Thinking of what happened last night, I felt a little sorry for Chen Yufei. After all, she was now with me. Sitting in front of the computer with my thoughts, I seemed to remember that the novel had not been updated today.
, so I turned on my computer and started updating today’s content. I put aside all my thoughts. After updating a chapter, I heated some water, soaked my feet, and went to bed. I was tired last night, and now I’m really sleepy.
When I got up, it was already midnight, the cold wind was howling outside the window, and snowflakes were beginning to fly. The snowflakes were like gifts from the gods, falling to the ground one after another. This can be regarded as a kind of
It’s a very good scenery. Maybe this night, the first snowfall this year, is the first one I saw.
At this time, many people were already asleep, and there was no one on the street. I got up, and I didn’t know when I turned on the light. I put on my coat, closed the door, faced the cold wind, and walked out.
, standing in the thick darkness of night, standing in the howling cold wind, standing under the falling snowflakes, it seems a bit peaceful. This can be regarded as a kind of harmony.
Looking up at the snowflakes falling one after another, I naturally spread my hands, feeling the power of nature, enjoying the first snow of the year, and my mood was particularly good, as if this snow completely belonged to me.
generally.
What is it? It can make the mind so peaceful.
What is it? It can make all worries disappear.
The snow fell so thickly, so quickly, so beautifully, and it fell at just the right time.
Since when did you start to enjoy such scenery in your heart?
Since when did I know how to appreciate such beauty?
The wind was getting stronger and stronger, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the howling cold wind made me feel a little unbearable. I wrapped myself in clothes, turned around and walked into the room. At this moment, I realized that this
The snow does not belong to me, but to this nature. Only this extremely powerful nature can withstand such beauty, the coexistence of beauty and pain.
When I returned to the house, I still seemed a little unwilling to give up. I walked to the window, listening to the cold wind whistling outside the window, and looking at the heavy snow falling outside the window. Although it was no longer cold, it didn't feel like it was natural anymore. Although the snowflakes
The same beauty, but only on the surface. The inner feeling is no longer found.
I walked back to bed in despair, took off my clothes, turned on the air conditioner, looked at the time, and saw that it was still early. I could sleep for a while longer, so I lay on the bed, and then fell asleep. When the alarm clock woke me up, it was six o'clock in the morning.
The sky was not completely bright yet, but outside the window it was all white, which made people suspect that summer had already arrived. I lazily opened up the quilt and went to the bathroom to wash myself. I felt much refreshed, so I put on my clothes.
Picked up the key and walked out of the door.
Because it was still early and the weather was too cold, there were not many people on the street. There were only a few people walking on the street. Because it snowed heavily all night, a thick layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground.
, there are some piled up on the branches, looking white, the whole world seems to have been replaced by white, white, showing the content of this world at this time.
White often represents purity, and white often represents cleanliness. Cold white, cold silence, maybe this is the so-called pure and pure. I stood on the street and felt it like this. I moved my steps slowly and heard the sound of the ground.
The sound of "plop, plop, plop" is so wonderful.
Transparent ice hangings are hung on the eaves and branches, with a faint yellow halo on the gray sky. It would be better if the sky was blue. Of course, this is impossible.
, maybe it is this that makes this winter more beautiful. Beauty with imperfections is the real beauty. Without imperfections, it cannot be said to be beautiful.
I suddenly heard a sentence: "Ice, cold and proud, blue, cold and demon, memory, cold and drunk, in these cold memories, I am so intoxicated, just to retrieve the drunken memory
.”
Yes, am I so intoxicated in this snow just to retrieve my past memories? It turns out that I am so pitiful and pitiful for living in the past. People say that people cannot live in the past, nor should they live in it.
In the future, we should live in the present, but among all living beings, how many people can truly live in the present?
How many people live in the past, how many people live in the future, and how many of the rest are so-called living in the present? Whether you don’t want to forget the past or don’t want to forget it, whether you live in fantasy or live in
In dreams, most people living are in the past and future, and there are actually not many people living in the present.
Thinking of this, I really want to scold the person who said this. Is he really living now? Dreams are nice to say. Dreams are so beautiful, but reality is cruel. That sentence is the best, don’t
Talking to me about dreams is out of date. Dreams are beautiful, but they are also dreams. After working hard all your life, what did you get in the end?
But we can’t live without dreams. Maybe this is life, and that’s why it seems so ridiculous. People are beautiful because of their dreams. If people don’t have dreams, they don’t know what life is. If people don’t have dreams, they don’t know what life is.
Meaning, maybe we will know the meaning of dreams when we reach the end of our lives, or maybe we just don’t want to leave any regrets in this life? However, we are human beings, how can we have no regrets.
This question seems to get deeper and deeper the more I think about it, just like why people live and why they die. In the end, I still can't find a good answer. I'm a little surprised why I suddenly think of these things. This should be
It was studied by those great philosophers. I, a little bastard, should do my best to do the things in front of me.
Perhaps, it is people like us who are really living in the present, right? We live a life of muddling through every day, which day is not reality? Thinking of this, I smiled, as if I had figured something out, with a look on my face
Smiling, walking on this clean snow, walking in this quiet world. Slowly walking towards the front. At this moment, I suddenly felt what I wanted, and I suddenly knew what real life was.
, it’s a pity that I can’t express him in words.
Perhaps, everyone has a moment like mine, and by that time, they all understand. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that the people in the world are actually quite cute. Is this what life is? Is this what people come to this world for?
Meaning? Who knows.
(The update is catching up. The next chapter is the next volume. In this volume, many things have also appeared. The Emperor's Order. I think everyone is not looking forward to it. What will the dynasty be like? I think everyone is the same.
Just look forward to it, don’t panic, it will come soon.)
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