People like me who have no sense of beauty still like snow. I like this kind of snowy day and the soft feeling of stepping on the white snow. I feel helpless when I see my footprints covered by white snow without leaving any trace after walking through them.
A feeling of desolation.
I am not suitable for feeling sad about spring and autumn, but I will always be troubled by some inexplicable emotions.
At this moment, just because the moment of separation is coming, the feeling of reluctant separation emerges. How wonderful would it be if there was never separation in life?
I like the beautiful winter, this vast white world, and the feeling of being surrounded by coldness...
As my eyes moved, I saw the tall figure wearing a dark green robe standing not far away.
Caught off guard, a burst of heart palpitations surged into my heart, and my cold fingers trembled slightly. After regaining my composure, I slowly walked towards him, stood in front of him, and said softly: "Yumo, since you are here, why?"
You won’t say a word to me either?”
If I hadn't seen him accidentally, I wouldn't have known he was standing not far away looking at me.
Yang Yumo met my eyes for a long time, and then his eyes turned to my face. He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch my face. Then, he put down his hand weakly.
"My face is fine. You Yiqing and Piaopiao Zai, their medical skills are superb, and the mark was quickly eliminated." If I could treasure the palm print, I really want to keep this mark for a longer time.
But there was someone with good medical skills who quickly removed the marks on my face without a trace.
Yang Yumo said nothing, but just looked at me with apologetic eyes.
He didn't know that I could stand in front of him now, using all my strength. Even though the throbbing pain spread throughout my body, I still persisted.
I turned around and walked away slowly.
Today, he and I have reached a point where we are relatively speechless. Why do I still insist on seeing him? Is it because of reluctance, or do I regard this time as my last look?
In my heart, I sighed silently.
The sky was full of wind and snow, and it was still falling slowly.
Looking around, it looks like layers of rain and mist, white, rushing into the face, flying into the skirt of the clothes, and getting into the black hair under the snow hat.
The mountains in the distance are covered with silver makeup, and the silver flowers fall into the world, and the fragrance flies thousands of miles. The fragrance of snowflakes seems to be permeating the mouth, ears, nose and eyes... But does snowflake have a fragrance?
"The green mountains outside the sky are white when the snow disappears, and the green grass is yellow when people walk to the end of the world." After I leave, the green mountains, green waters and snow-capped mountains here will no longer be in my memory.
Thinking about it, I can't help but feel a little sad.