Chill

[Part One: chill] Jingzhe after the weather getting warmer, all show interest-bearing spring.Breath of spring, abundant one, through the office window glass, warm sun direct, suddenly a sense of warmth thick, hazy sleepy, sleepy meaning of pessimism, spring, quietly not come about.  Walking down the street, spring breeze blowing over, turning green willow green, twigs spit buds, spring turn his face laughing, pretty magnolia branches, bloom Morning spring, but weather delays or nostalgia this winter setting sun, winter day with Chunhua snow on each other alternately, overlapping each other, hand in hand with each other, seriously each other, but also occasionally mixed with rain patches of snow still lingering feeling cold, biting through the cold, when the chill of early spring, a quick warm but also cold, warm and cold only knew, wrapping a winter coat did not dare to recede, warm sun still can not make people look with ease, accompanied by lightly armed, on the street, occasionally, there are young fashion shallow spring, dotted with the sight of the spring, hurried spring the pace to meet this spring’s footsteps came slowly.  Winter, lonely, struggling, still make this spring added a sort of prelude to depression, desolate, delays kicked off this spring, before the imminent coming of spring, more and more obvious of thin dry barren mountains, cold biting cold water , chilling wind blows through.  Winter can lean how can it comparable to thin early spring?Spring is beautiful and poised, mature blooming life, although it bears thin in life; and winter, is very different, winter thin, cold water, both in the wind, ice and snow are bred, the solidification the air to be born, is dormant stems of the plant is old, limp defeat branches of yellow leaves reborn again.  Winter and spring entangled stop, tear, tangled, day, overcast and sunny, a sunny and overcast, occasional snow or, occasionally, the constant rain, slowly slip from between the hair, the human heart always hanging the, well-being intertwined, like could not find the rhythm, feel free to follow the season adrift, not secure.  Fortunately, the change of seasons, winter thin will gradually disappear next spring rhyme, after all, came shyly, that the life of the green, a little bit up from the roots in the breeding, that green, green, hypocritical, green shyness , bright green, and with no dust.Mr. Green out, timid, juicy, just look around emotions are constantly in this complicated life.  Spring came Spring take over, the sound of robins, tweet a few times, all things wake, wake the dawn of spring.Winter jasmine opened, red peach, pear, cherry and white, and are throwing pungent spicy rivalry to open, crowded with bloom, shortness show, yellow, another on, white, colorful, Shino a piece of flower and aromatic odor.  Is already feeling the early spring, still not spring germination, this feeling, like a lady to be married, cosmetic makeup, face wash, put on new clothes, but the delay can not hear the wedding firecrackers, face like peach, shy one thousand pro, waiting for the moment opened the hijab.  But, this is not a long lost sleet inclusions, obviously owed winter old friends, time, sound Jingzhe Jubilee, this snow, occasionally, thinner, somewhat dense, gradually falling, into water, wet ground, from the window looked out, looked around are scattered snow chilly cold spell in the embellishment.  Distant roof plume of smoke drifting into the air straight, dark gray color than a lot of snow, just quietly, either the biting cold wind scattered deep in the cloud, lightly disappeared without a trace.Nightlife hospital office network integrity around the garden, under the tall pines and cypresses, scattered with a few small gray bird, foraging bow to no one else, “twitter”, harassing the cold spell in the snow in a quiet space.  On the street, the women who had a chance to replace a thick down jacket, and so on it, spring is coming, wait, beating all the winter clothes cotton take a starched., Although it is stained bright cuff and had to wear, walking the streets of a cold spell, always seemed a little out of place, to blame the changing seasons impermanence, and not pay attention to so many, in fact, life does not end just highbrow, grace and gorgeous, nothing exciting is the most real, we, along with the public will like.In this way, and with and go, do not escape the earthly dark gray, walking, and if a clean heart, a smile, and I feel if nowhere dense enough, regardless of seasons, we are all good scenery, good cheer.  Weather cold spell, Qingsha partly concealed, charm Youzi deposit, you can see the cold blue sky exceptionally lofty, open looked around Jing’an, dark silence silent.In the static seat, was also a lot of calm, also can put joys and sorrows of this world, well-being complex in quiet contemplation, it can be considered the most beautiful scenery.US quiet night, moon hanging Shuya, silver plate thorough bright, pleasing leisure, the coolness in the air, the corner, moonlight, twelve newborn Xinxinran early green grass, there frost tinge , dependent life.  After Waking of Insects, the temperature rose significantly, God finally made Warrington, blocking the sun broke through the clouds, the rhythm of the rain could not withstand the cold, the earth reveal the vitality of spring.Also I want to hurry, hurry off the heavy winter clothes, with spring comes a warm hug, only to find how his body could not help but chill bones, ye also warm cold change, already is getting to know the age!  Think young teens, to meet the temptation to spring chill in the sun, out of danger mounted to greet the arrival of spring, it withstand years of wind erosion, if occasionally the sun warm, slowly cut off the thick of winter, but found that chill or so I could not withstand the cold bones still reveals.Those decorative spring dresses will be hidden, how helpless, then show waist figure when the sun is shining and so quiet, maybe that is when middle-aged helpless and sad lament.  Although spring scenery late yet, but I still want to enjoy the breeze spring snow rain intertwined in the nines, see budding Tulv under the warm sun, watching the passing of sweetness and light, watching the morning shadow rays.Maybe life is so, when you as a spectator to enjoy the scenery, but found themselves in the beauty of the landscape.And many times we are not willing to stand in the row spectator, always want to do everything possible to squeeze into the crowded stage, always trying to focus attention under the stage, however, life is actually not just a magnificent performance, Taiwan behind the front, all kinds, we do not need is not a popular role while secretly trouble, do the best you will be satisfied.  Pingchuang sitting watching clouds windy students, listen to the song-filled break from a busy leisure time, there is also a state of mind.If you prefer a willing foil green leaves can also be decorated in a million flowers in green; life is actually more than one prism, seen through a different face will be different, why must become a celebrity scholar, why can not the little guy?  Out of self-enclosed world, out of the narrow space inside, so that my picture and into the spring, exposure to nature’s embrace under, you will find that life is actually a novelty glow of the best scenery!  [Part Two:] chill of winter to spring, rebirth, birds still clear whether?Snow, snowy, I walked out the door, cold wind pierced my bones, his thoughts were scattered a little sneeze, I hasten to bind tightly clothes, can not help but sighed Zeze.  Street lights emit a faint voice, I can not breathe, I was afraid of waking you dream of sleeping.Rustling leaves swirling children rolled up from the ground, as if reluctant to it, but I understand what you mean bleak.The raging wind tore the body, resist Yehan in solitude and loneliness in their eyes hard work and struggle, to weather the storms of thunder and lightning in the sea, you also do not no tears of grief, alone, waiting only their own share emotion.I stood clouds skyscrapers, neon and tears in my eyes still misty.Palpitations not pour out, nor is it a sad start.Suddenly, when I look back, like smoke Si Wu also.There have been turned into a black tears you have, you have lost a loss engraved memories of videotapes.Quietly between, you broadened that one of the most beautiful Velvet.  The sky and the stars, down and think of love.Diversion of the faltering pace, came the familiar dirt road.Windblown leaves and fall, then why not me?Wind, no regrets, because that’s when the pain suffered.Rain, selfless, and only one leaves alone.Who took the time to thank borrowed rain?Who bring light in the dark?And who will guide growth in the road?Yes, I understand, it is that hard work and sweat shed the Velvet!  Best love love cold spell financial heart, call it heaven moving the situation!Spring, overlooking the earth, of all things smell of incense vegetation Fu.That gurgling water sucked my sorrow, that the layers of waves wash the clothes my body cloudy.Spring luggage on my back, jump in the vast grasslands.Winds blow clouds are moving grass, trees rustling dance fly Phantom of the Opera.  [Part three: the chill of warm hearts] seems at the beginning of each story, they are fixed in a morning break of day.  Early in the morning, when the sun lit to remind dawn wake.Rustling leaves covered the ground, creeper climbing on the railing in front of the school, firmly refused to let go, it seems that his mother’s arms.The leaves are thin shivering cold wind blowing from time to time fall.My mother and one after walking on the open road, carrying a heavy bag on her shoulder, carries the package body slightly bent forward, particularly prominent in the early morning in the biting cold.She turned her head, exceptionally hard to hold my hand.Seems to be an encouragement also it seems to be a place of love and hope.Because she knows that love’s children, to leave her full five days.  Mother laughed, years of growth rings will lie open to the eye side.Not a bit moist and shiny, it touches on some dark, depression or a dash.She gently put my hand luggage took over.However, spring weather is really cold.Already thin on the pan when cool pair of slender hands touch me, even if it is just a hint of warmth, she also passed me tightly.We went to the front gate, she was the same with other parents, they told me that the matter had listened patiently.But she did not I looked into the school.But I looked at her back away.This is not indifferent eyes of others, feel this feeling I understand, I understand only her children, leaving the children to share sadness.Mother who is too strong, silent and forbear, swallowed the heart all the tears, salty as strong decadent rock.For all the suffering mollified, quietly picking up new mountains, seems tireless.All Bing Tan difficult set of mind, and eventually became sleepless, but still refused to pour.  Tolerance and dismay that all that are left in the back, the more lines away.In the chill that day, my heart like an old oil lamp lit, gradually warm up.The most complex of emotions, often concentrated in a small, humble or even insignificant move in, but it is the world’s most timeless.  I can not write this is my mother, and I’m afraid my humble pen drawing no hint of a mother’s love.A mother’s love never a hint of publicity, but deep, low-key.But always in my heart.  [Part Four: chill] confused, winter to spring, I looked out the window, unaware, with winter slowly over time slipped away from my eyes, I found that to be left behind traces of winter, it was the first ray of spring spend the sun, it seems to have gone.  Glass windows across the outside, I can not find the warmth of spring, but only cold wind blowing, often beating me in front of the windows of my heart beating.  Sunset tried to be the last ray of light given to the world, only to slowly climb down the mountain, seems to have been old and feeble, the war could not understand what on earth?In the foothills near, perhaps lonely, grass child head down so low, it seems not very warm sunset.Spring put the treetops, it slightly cold, but I do not know already alerted the grass.  Facing the spring, I walked to the foot of the mountain, only to step on a pool of sewage, water splashing on the feet, such as spring winds, there Jisi chill, pounced heart, then I began to complain of life, and it seems I no fate smile, that smile is always a burden, a kind of helpless.  When climbing, but also a bit nice, although flowers and beautiful scenery, but they seem very sorry, hiding in the mountains rather than flirt flower in the city, rather than to live and work in the enjoyment of wealth and status.But later, I realized that I was wrong, the flower market in those eyes flashed helpless look, here is what they seem to pursue.At this time, the spring breeze blowing, in front of another layer of worry.  Koizumi from a mountaintop somewhere pour down stream, rather than melodious flute sound, that sound fresh, natural, spring whisk come again, dissatisfaction seems to disappear little by little.Koizumi still run softly, it seems every drop of spring cleaning in the mind of misdeeds, is to perfect every heart a love of nature What?From a distance, it looks like a silver necklace, deeply set in the mountains, reflecting the light, the afterglow of the setting sun helped shed, and finally, the afterglow left in the distance, leaving the world a piece of clear red.  Sunset, I stood on top of the hill, where endless, Haitian communicative edge, leaving a legacy in the world of the sunset last little smile.There is still busy with the spring breeze, blowing sour sweat my body, I felt warm, and past the spring breeze carries the cold, but out of sight.  At this point, life always seems to come and go, there is rejoicing, always mixed with so little sad, like a chill.  Beautiful scenery again, but there is also accompanied by chill.  [Chapter five: the chill of winter fun] happy, frolic and carefree; closed New Year’s joy excitement, the amount of money shopping, like dreams gone with wind.  Early in the morning, dressed in thick winter clothes, against the chilly wind to returning to school after an absence of a whole month.March 1 is the first day of spring in March, this is the “Spring in March, the grass sprout.”May God not to face a short while, to float the drizzle, wet walking on the road, watching the comings and goings of Chinese college students on campus teacher, talking and laughing, my mood started getting better, comfortable again.  Upon entering the campus, Inclined rain oncoming Ice cold while you are on campus from wind and rain, so the feeling is cool cool cordial.8 o’clock campus quiet, I looked up and looked opinions on a person, first day of school, I was the first to come!  I walk in the path of the campus, green camphor also like before the holidays so green, oh, to become more green in the wind and rain washing.A chill wind blowing through the leaves ‘rustling’ sound, and large drops raindrops falling from the leaves down, hit the umbrella issue “pit” sound.Very dark sky, thousands of miles “black” cloud, from time to time there are a few black feathers of birds flying overhead, startled drop ‘ticking’ string of falls in puddles.The birds struggling to beat its wings, but such efforts did much to their increased role play, I am afraid that is too heavy rain wet wings it.  They looked at the direction away, I thought to myself: birds flying out of the campus, but you often accompany our last semester that a few do?You will come back, as we sing in the spring it?  ”Shabu shabu” sweep upload sound from the street outside the school, several sanitation workers of their day’s work in progress.There is a bulging overalls sweater, jacket, down jacket, dress them bloated, a little antics sweeping machine, so I thought I saw a clumsy penguin.They looked at the whole body wet, very young and her mother, their children apply it today?Will it in our schools?Think of this, I am uneasy about the idea of just humorous, quickly look away from them.  Registration after another student came to school, most of them adults accompanied, a colorful umbrella upstairs to look like a flow of flowers, surrounded by hundreds of umbrella on the playground, like a blooming great flower.Although the cold rain after another, there is the breath of spring.  Oh, a little child like thirty-four look older pupils was what tripped and fell heavily in the rain, and the clothes full of mud.Several children quickly come up next, with raised him from the big people to help him wipe his face and body mud looked at his face with a tissue gradually calm, grateful eyes, oh, propped not only fell, he propped a warm, spring.  A chill wind swept the corridor, but also tucked drops of rain, I can not help but shudder.Although the first day of school is chilly cold spell, but poet says: Now that it is winter, can spring be far behind.?  I think, since it is already cold chilly, sunny spring be far behind.!  [Chapter six: the chill of winter to spring], recovery of all things, whether the birds still clear?Snow, snowy, I walked out the door, cold wind pierced my bones, his thoughts were scattered a little sneeze, I hasten to bind tightly clothes, can not help but sighed Zeze.  Street lights emit a faint voice, I can not breathe, I was afraid of waking you dream of sleeping.Rustling leaves swirling children rolled up from the ground, as if reluctant to it, but I understand what you mean bleak.The raging wind tore the body, resist Yehan in solitude and loneliness in their eyes hard work and struggle, to weather the storms of thunder and lightning in the sea, you also do not no tears of grief, alone, waiting only their own share emotion.I stood clouds skyscrapers, neon and tears in my eyes still misty.Palpitations not pour out, nor is it a sad start.Suddenly, when I look back, like smoke Si Wu also.There have been turned into a black tears you have, you have lost a loss engraved memories of videotapes.Quietly between, you broadened that one of the most beautiful Velvet.The sky and the stars, down and think of love.Diversion of the faltering pace, came the familiar dirt road.Windblown leaves and fall, then why not me?Wind, no regrets, because that’s when the pain suffered.Rain, selfless, and only one leaves alone.  Who took the time to thank borrowed rain?Who bring light in the dark?And who will guide growth in the road?Yes, I understand, it is that hard work and sweat shed the Velvet!  Best love love cold spell financial heart, call it heaven moving the situation!Spring, overlooking the earth, of all things smell of incense vegetation Fu.That gurgling water sucked my sorrow, that the layers of waves wash the clothes my body cloudy.Spring luggage on my back, jump in the vast grasslands.Winds blow clouds are moving grass, trees rustling dance fly Phantom of the Opera.