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As the new year arrives, the snow continues to fall in this
snowy land, both in dreams and reality. Despite the small flakes, the cold
pierces through. I wonder why this year's snow never seemed to stop falling.
Is it because the snow is attached to this place, or is it that this cold
and icy region has always been holding it back?
Standing at the peak of this snowy field, I feel a strange sense of coldness
and melancholy. Li Qingzhao's "Everything remains the same, only we are
gone..." comes to mind. As snowflakes brush against my face, the coldness
melts upon my lips. The snow keeps falling, and all I see is an endless
expanse of white. I feel like an abandoned child in this place without
conflict, lies, or jealousy. But why can't I forget the sadness? I can't
tell if I have abandoned the world, or if the world has abandoned me.
I foolishly reminisce about the past, "We must strive together for our
dreams, work hard, help each other..." I give a faint smile, light as a
snowflake, but my heart bears a new scar. Did I become so disillusioned that
I forgot to study, or did she become so numb that all she could do was
study? I missed her fast-paced train, carrying my heavy luggage, and was
left at the station, watching her gradually disappear into the distance.
I wait patiently at the deserted subway station, leaving a trail of
footprints in the pure snow. Trains fly by me, and I don't expect them to
stop for someone as insignificant as me at this little station. The lights
on the train reflect off the snow, gradually getting dimmer, and I hope they
stay bright until I get on board.
My wish finally comes true, and a luxurious train pulls up in front of me.
The door opens, and he sits inside, smiling at me. "Do you want to get on?"
I stare at him, at a loss. I haven't decided whether or not to board this
train, as once I do, there's no turning back!
I notice a forgotten doll that I left behind in the distance. I run towards
her, picking her up from the icy snow. Before I can stand up, the train's
"crackling" sound against the rails begins to ring, and I know it's too
late.
I finally understand that a person's eternity will always be permanent, and
there is no need to expect anyone to linger because of you.
The small station is still cold, but the snow has stopped falling and is
slowly melting away. This year's snow is called "Love Comes and Goes,"
fleeting and temporary. |
