Miss when there is no hope for waiting, when life is no longer prosperous in the past, and when sincerity is no longer the true meaning of faith. Everything, at first glance, turned into a pale face. The wind gently swayed the lonely Parthenocissus in front of the window, and the dead leaves in autumn swept away like a powerless butterfly, tasteless, although its falling curve was beautiful. As a result, even the simplest thoughts have become deep and colorful. Six Chapters in the Snow, the most fascinating book this summer, is lost in the lost track, swaying gently and fluctuating with endless sadness. Then I knew I was crying and I missed it. I have always liked the endless poetry brought by the heavy snow in winter, and the flying snowflakes have become countless brilliant metaphors in the works of those literati. But who has touched the temperature of snow, and how many people have paid attention to it when their hands are red with cold in the cold wind? A faint morning, a faint sky, a faint snowflake, a faint yearning, a kind of endless disappointment. When I was a child, I imagined autumn as my mother in winter, and the autumn wind gently touched every scar in winter. Therefore, we began to put on thick cotton-padded jackets. As a result, the snow in winter is always piling up like a mountain, making the cleaners in a hurry and unable to go to go to dali. In fact, snow is also very filial. I don't forget the grace of autumn wind, which has given autumn a bumper harvest and will of course wither. This autumn, the ears echoed with the sound of fragile dead leaves being knocked out, so countless poets and talented people began to shout out the meaning of those knocked out lives and express their most sincere feelings in this pessimistic season. Then, we slowly learned to give up, always explaining to others and making excuses for ourselves. Then these things gradually disappeared. What was possible before, can't be done now, or impossible before, can be done now, and then go on endlessly until the end of our lives, before we know what we have missed. And we gradually learned to be patient, learn to be unknown, learn to stay out of it, but forget the prestige of the past and give up everything. Indeed, who wants to take the trouble to do those sad and depressed things? Nothing more than those big celebrities! This is because it should be a hard-working person looking for a needle in a haystack. The sky is still bitter, visible and intangible. I closed my eyes and it was dark, but when I opened my eyes, it was dazzling. I see, seize our wonderful time and don't let it become a lifelong regret. Later, I learned that I smiled, which was very real.