A Brief Reading of Flocculant Words

Cold is the first feeling brought to me by the sudden drop in temperature. Early in the morning, although the sun has fallen on the windowsill and quietly poked his head and kissed his cheek, he still languidly lingered on the warm warm bed. Until, in the rush of’ wife, get up’ over and over again by the husband who came home from morning exercises, he slowly moved up. Pushing aside the blue glass on the balcony, the sun jumped into the room without scruple and got into the bed where the body temperature still remained.. Lift up your eyes and the beautiful sky is decorated with a blue tinge of melancholy, deep, empty, clear, shallow and clear. Looking out, the glossy privet fruit on both sides of the street quivered and stood alone in the depression season, with dark green leaves curled up lonely on stiff branches in the chilly wind. Passers – by in a hurry wore down jackets, scarves, masks and hats that were the most warm last winter with dull and sad eyes.. Today’s sunshine is especially bright, the slight wind is extremely tiny, so soft that you can only feel it with your heart. In the winter, people become more and more lazy, sitting in front of the computer, looking at the cold screen, wandering aimlessly around in the friend’s space, writing some mood, but the brain is blank, fingers touch the keyboard, cool, and cold feeling flows all over the body, heart, and involuntary contraction is accelerated, perhaps it is really old, thinking becomes more and more dull, and limbs are not so flexible.. These days, my waist is particularly uncomfortable. Two days ago, I went up to the mountain to burn five or seven in my second uncle’s wife. A line of people, old and young, looked at them so easily that even those who still had steel plates in their legs left me far behind.. I walked carefully on the winding and rugged mountain road, and when I met the ditch ridge, I did not forget to use my hands and feet and stepped in the knee-high dry grass. I was surprised and sweated suddenly. I was afraid that my feet would slip off guard before I reached the half slope. I was panting and my back ached. At this moment, I completely ignored the image of a reserved lady, sitting on the rocks, in the grass and beside the stream.. When I went down the mountain, I was still shined because I crossed a small ravine. These days, my actions were extremely painful.. Husband also makes fun of him from time to time: he thinks he is still eighteen, and you will jump if others jump.. Yes, people can’t stand the polishing of time. After all, time and tide wait for no man.. On the Double Ninth Festival, my daughter called me from school and said, ” Mom, Happy Double Ninth Festival.”! I quipped: It seems that this festival should not belong to me. On the other side of the phone, there was a bad laugh from her daughter. With the surge of laughter, there is also the loneliness and helplessness of being swayed by considerations of gain and loss.. Every time I sit in front of a computer, the words that have already taken shape in my heart are gone, and my fingers are no longer so soft and flexible, with a blank face, a helpless face, and a bit of thoughts spreading wildly….. I have no time for dressing in the mirror, and yesterday’s flowers are hard to find.. The vicissitudes of life have been engraved with years of sadness. inadvertently, silver thread sneaked into the hair room, chrysanthemum bloomed out of the corner of the forehead, pale and yellowish face was no longer purples and pink, life was passing by, the years were wasted, and Shaohua was gone. Once upon a time, the heart was as high as the sky and as deep as the water, and life became smooth and without edges and corners in the ceaseless flow and sharpening day after day. I sigh to the sky: I am empty and deserve a trip to this life.. Looking at the dusty calendar, how long has it not been touched to tear off the time that no longer comes back, and how can we keep the time that has passed away without tearing off the calendar?? Every time, pull off, always, repeatedly, fold fold fold fold fold, subconsciously, curled up in the thoughts of helpless sadness. Time passed by without knowing it. No matter how we retain it, no matter how happy and sad we are, it will still go its own way.. Opening the wardrobe of the years, I can no longer find the traces of the past, just like the fleeting time of slipping away from my fingertip, the instant of burning flowers and laughing, the old age and tired body and mind.. I don’t know when, like to be tender in the afternoon sun, a cane chair, a cup of tea, a book, or indulge in a music of music. Tired, slightly narrowed eyes, like sleep, enjoy the warmth of the sun touch, heart is safe. Sitting in the warm winter sun, watching the years dancing in time, laughing and watching the clouds roll, the wind light and the clouds light, the setting sun kissing the sunset glow, and the forests are all dyed.. Walking in the winter, the fallen leaves covered the ground like a thick golden carpet, without flying flowers or willow green, and occasionally a few yellow leaves could be seen on the branches, holding the branches helplessly and moaning pathetically.. Sun domineering into the quiet river, occasionally one or two mallard ducks swimming in the water, the summer wind-blown grass, I don’t know when I have been hiding under the water and the fish are very much in love with me.. In the field, the faint stars are scattered and scattered. The green should be wheat seedlings, isn’t it?? One person’s winter, one person’s season, one person’s afternoon, one person’s heart slowly warms up and warms up, just like sitting in the winter sunshine, quiet, peaceful, indifferent and comfortable at this moment…