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In the span of a year, flowers bloom and fall, spring departs and autumn arrives. Many people and events are gradually forgotten in the cycle of time, but unknowingly, another Winter Solstice has arrived quietly. This year's eve of the Winter Solstice seems to have a bit more warmth than last year's, without the bone-chilling winds, without the cold moonlight, only leaving behind faint memories. The past is certainly beautiful and worth remembering, but when things in the hustle and bustle of life are left with only a dried-up shell, it announces in the ashes that: what's past is past. I still remember around this time last year, I was aimlessly wandering on campus, receiving the last baptism of autumn wind before winter, and leaving some words for Meng. These bygone days, intertwined with everyone's past, were once so warm, but now they are tinged with sorrow. Where will you be next year on this day?
I lay on the balcony, the night as dark as ink spreads, like a bottomless dry well, silent and desolate. Occasionally, the wolf-like singing of "Beijing Night" from the boys' dormitory across the street breaks the silence of the night, then returns to tranquility.
The calmness seems to make one feel a little fearful. The cool night air, mysterious and profound, the sense of loneliness in thought surges towards me like waves from all sides. I gently shook my head, trying to shake off the dust covering my heart. Let's read a book, discount timberland boots http://www.hitimberland.com/, from the course material "Newly Compiled Japanese" on the desk to the extracurricular reading "Modern Chinese", there's no direction to read! Let's think about the thesis, but my thoughts are like a novice farmer plowing a field, hesitating and not knowing which land to plow first. I picked up the freshly brewed hot coffee, its bitter yet sweet taste slowly seeping into my internal organs through my tongue. My spirit couldn't help but be invigorated. I let my thoughts wander freely, not thinking about exams or theses, not worrying about troubles and disappointments in life and studies, letting my body and mind dissolve in the rich aroma of coffee.
I looked up at the sky, feeling how insignificant I am. The former glory and honor cannot withstand the steps of time, those pains and loneliness are also accepted by reality in drunken dreams. I smiled bitterly, my thoughts seem to have already wandered to the ends of the earth.
Time passes minute by minute, the clock on my phone tells me it's already midnight. Lin sister sent me a text message wishing me a happy Winter Solstice, which made me feel very warm and comfortable, because on such a low-key and peaceful night, there is still someone like me guarding this low-key day!
Time passes minute by minute, the clock on my phone tells me it's already midnight. Lin sister sent me a text message wishing me a happy Winter Solstice, which made me feel very warm and comfortable, because on such a low-key and peaceful night, there is still someone like me guarding this low-key day!
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