Prose so cold in spring

Lead: Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing. The following is the chilly composition materials I compiled. Welcome to read the reference.

It is too cold in spring. If winter comes, can spring be far behind? No, spring has come, but this spring is a little cold, as cold as another winter. Spring is chilly, not only chilly, but also biting and even sad. What is biting is the chill, and what is sad is disappointment. With the hope of spring, what is waiting is the twin brother of winter.

To paraphrase Dickens' famous saying, this is the worst era, and this is a worse era; This is a stupid era, this is a more stupid era; This is a day without faith, this is a day full of doubts; This is a dark season, this is a darker season; This is a hopeless winter, which leads to despair. There is nothing in front of us, there is really nothing in front of us, we go straight to hell, we go straight to the depths of hell!

When we are ready to move, our eyes are full of the best expectation for the future. They told us that this is the best of all possible worlds. They told us that the world belongs to us and you, but in the final analysis, it is your. As the days passed, we really understood the meaning a little bit. The world is theirs and ours, but in the final analysis it is not ours; Unfortunately, it is ours and theirs, but in the final analysis, it is still ours.

In the age of innocence, a voice full of goodwill echoes in your ear. You are like the sun at eight or nine in the morning. When we thought it was almost noon, we suddenly found that we were not the sun; Even if we are the sun, the world is not ours, it belongs to darkness, endless darkness. The sun sets, the past is unbearable, life is a lie, and we finally find out.

We come from the fields and hope to go to heaven, or at least a better place. Waiting for time to strip off the disguise bit by bit, who hasn't found out that we are from heaven, but we are going to hell. It's too hard to turn back, and the happiness of the past is close at hand. In the dark hell, the fallen get pleasure. Life is no longer life. People who don't know the meaning of life don't deserve life.

Who lied to us, who let us be cheated. Never believe that beautiful sentence again. The so-called campus is no longer a campus. Out of the campus, hell is in sight.

This spring is too cold, as cold as winter. Since it is as cold as winter, don't call it spring again. So as not to suffer from the biting cold, but also to increase disappointment, sadness and sadness. My life is full of winter.

Chuner was so cold last night, and there was a strong wind. The wind slapped everything that could be touched in the yard. The loud noise kept me awake. When I got up in the morning and pushed the door, I saw the last thing I wanted to see in spring.

Is it still spring? The world is gloomy, and the dead branches and old trees are swaying and groaning helplessly. The snow swept sideways and landed on the cold ground. It seems that its whereabouts have nothing to do with the gravity of the earth, but it is clearly venting its anger, waving the remaining strength of winter and letting itself roar and rush between heaven and earth. It shows its ruthlessness in people's shivering, and brings all unhappiness to the innocent spring.

I wonder what its original intention is. Why should spring bear your naughty? Maybe you can't stand the loneliness in the long winter, but this is your nest. How can you abandon it and find another love? Maybe you want to see the beautiful scenery of spring, but spring should be sunny and drizzling. How can she accept your orders?

Who knows that the spring breeze also adds fuel to the flames, you mixed in the snow and took away a little residual heat, whistling and ruthlessly taking away the warm sun that just appeared. I wanted to enjoy the pleasant mood brought by the warm sun in spring and March, but now I can't see a trace of warmth. Since the wind originally belonging to spring is so fickle, why complain about the snow in winter? Only by arming yourself, the package will be strong, and it will not be blown by the cold wind, fearing that bacteria and viruses will rob the fish in troubled waters.

I suddenly complained about the bad weather today, so I wrote it down casually as a souvenir and as an archive of the weather forecast.