Embrace, this moment of peace

　　Late winter days, the air crinkled, gloomy, a little breathless feeling, to the taste of tears.

　　Looking at the pedestrians on the road, the hurried steps, thinking: is the mood for the year, harvesting the joy of moving it? Or the long-lost relatives, looking forward to at the distant intersection; or the clear eyes, staring at the narrow country road on the sparse vehicles: Mom and Dad in which one car ah?

　　Some memories can never be erased, such as some people and some things.

　　Standing in the deep winter-like water, looking at the tall buildings towering in the distance, undulating and staggering, perhaps that is the heart and soul of urban planners. And the distant frontier town, or even further away from that village, the mood seems heavy, not only for their future but also the isolation of relatives and sadness, is this the established fate of the marginalized, homecoming?

　　It seems that the sky also felt the oppressive atmosphere, darkening fast, as if the end of the world. What to release, what else to cathartic, too much time, eventually wantonly capricious! As the tide rises, it will surely fall. But this kind of heaven and earth butt, the heart will also freeze instantly, only for repair after the collision!

　　The wind has risen, blowing off the last yellow leaves on the old trees by the roadside that do not want to leave, flying with the wind, fading away and disappearing! A bit of cold taste, in the description of the nature of winter. So pull the collar tighter, still standing in the wind, unwilling to go looking for a warm place, just want to release the soul under this drifting snow sky, telling the sentiment that wants to say but does not!

　　Envy those grass, landing on the ground can be rooted and sprouted, whether barren or fertile, whether mountains or plains, there are traces of it everywhere, even after being trampled by passers-by do not know pity, still slowly, stubbornly straighten the thin limbs, continue to grow, silently embellished with the world it does not understand! Imagine this world, without the grass, what is it like?

　　The heart, as if opening a window, the silk of bright light drilled in, a little warmth. We, just one particle, quietly come, must quietly leave. Life is not precisely a combination of countless such moments. The other side is chosen for a better berth; the choice to forget is to better remember, why should life count so much?

　　It seems that water droplets are hitting your face, tingling, itching, and a slightly painful feeling. Oh, it's going to snow! Even the exhaled breath condensed, a white blanket. Still reluctant to move, just stand quietly, the sky darkened. Those watery snow drummed by the wind, more cheerful!

　　The road is less pedestrian, the rare few passers-by, walking faster, they are running in the direction of home, looking for warmth. Only I, foolishly standing in the wind, rain, and snow, enjoying the taste of winter: cold and depressed? The loneliness and desolation? Or is it just a touch of warmth? Winter's faraway, winter's slaughter, winter's nakedness, winter's decadence, and even winter's ruthlessness!

　　In the rain, I look a little forlorn, although the wind is playing for me, the rain is dancing for me, but still, the winter snow does not fit. So, I reached out my hand and had the luxury of catching a small pellet to make it feel a little warmer. However, when two small pellets fell into the palm of my hand, only a moment, a trace of coolness into the heart, so cold! However, when I looked at it again, the pellet was already in my warmth, and fell into a deep sleep, leaving only a little water stain spreading on my hand. It, without regret? Receiving only a little warmth, it disappears forever and merges into my body. Is it a bit cruel? Just offering a little love, it mercilessly absorbs it and makes it give itself away!

　　Is it lonely? Is it looking for a home? Is life so short? In an instant, it has gone through its life!

　　The wind, fierce; snow, dense; me; obsessed!

　　Not walking, not moving, but stretching out my arms, letting the wind blow me, letting the snowflakes kiss me, every piece of skin, every piece of soul!

　　At the moment, the heart is unusually quiet, not alarmed or disturbed, those images of life emerge one after another, the pure white of childhood, the innocence of adolescence, the flowering season of ignorance, the youthful flair ...... time, bleaching our years, enriching our lives, bestowed on our love. Life is great, can face the cycle of the seasons with ease, surrender appropriately, and can be peaceful forever!

　　Life is just a line segment, the starting point can not choose, we are non-stop running to the end, no time to think, once the past how, whether the sun appears tomorrow, have everything in the present, cherish! Because time will tell you what is aging, memories tell you what is called childish!

　　Our life is not a dance of walking on the road. Self-written, self-directed, self-acting, spring warmth, summer madness, autumn quiet, winter pregnancy, the second interpretation of the cold and warm and cold, the curtain is wonderful, and others have nothing to do! At this time, the snowflakes flying in the sky seem to pour out the bitterness that no one understands: you only feel the coldness of winter, can you know the true winter? The beauty of winter! The purity of winter! The world, when the wind caresses your forehead, you feel the tenderness, but when the wind coldly hit your heart, but in the precipitation of your soul ah!

　　At this moment, the wind with the snow, snow with the wind, the boundless wild a silver-white, the world seems to be left only an I, proudly standing in the wind and snow, embracing the wind and snow, kissing the wind and snow, listening to the wind murmur, listening to the snow linger. So, the memory picked up the feeling, do not want to write warm and cool and cold, just want to borrow a mind of the spring flowers, the sky of love bloom, listen to the sound of the heartbeat!

　　I want to get drunk into the wind and snow, and embrace, this moment of peace!

　　 Passerby ...... hurried...