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Winter's Tale

FRAGRANCE December 3, 2024 11:00

I love winter, I love my little town in the cold days. Memories keep surreptitiously rising, entwining, ebbing and flowing, hard to fade.

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I love winter, love my small city in the cold days

I knew winter had come this morning when the first wind of the season blew through the path, carrying a bit of cold air like a message, like meeting an old friend after a long time. Pulling up my collar, looking up at the sky that had turned gray, it turned out winter had come.

Like a supporting actor, the sky poured down the evening rain. Lying in the room listening to the drizzling rain, the wind rumbling wildly against the window. Feeling colder than usual. A little feeling of excitement, sadness for no apparent reason. Is it because winter often carries a hidden nostalgia in the pocket, occasionally brought out to give to wanderers who dream of the past?

The street gently turns to welcome winter with rows of lonely, rustling trees. The green leaves, giving way to yellow and red colors on the leaves. The picture of nature changes miraculously. Winter comes as an inevitable fact, completing the cycle of time. Spring blooms, summer is brilliant, autumn is tender, winter fades. Looking at the changing nature, we realize that the flow of life is always in constant motion, nothing can avoid impermanence. However, sometimes it is in the decline that we see the beauty of transformation. The beauty of pain, of loss. There must be winter, there must be leaves leaving the branches to nourish mother earth, then there must be spring to nurture beautiful flowers.

I love winter, I love my small city in the cold days. Memories keep surreptitiously rising, entwining, filling and emptying, hard to fade. Winter comes, stepping out onto the street, letting people lead us wandering everywhere. Like a traveler, familiar yet strange. The love for the city is like a long-lasting, deep love between two lovers who always keep their eyes "respecting each other as new". Because every cold season comes, we will meet familiar things again, familiar yet not boring, old yet still fascinating. Every new season will be a time of discovery, a time to see my small city wearing a new coat full of love and attraction.

I love the colors of flowers on cold days, quietly bringing gentle warmth to the streets. Cars carrying daisies fill every corner. Many eyes fall into the abyss of pure white. Winter is pensive like a person in deep thought and adds a sweet peacefulness to the decoration from the typical flower of the season. Who can ignore that leisurely, peaceful beauty?

The street seemed to be immersed in a dreamy dream, pushing the hustle and bustle behind. Sunflowers, purple zinnias, dreamy white aster flowers... followed the girls on their trips home, lighting up the street.

I love the days when I sit behind a motorbike in the middle of the wind. Hiding behind a warm coat but still enjoying the cold air to my heart's content. Only when the wind touches my skin can I feel the deep taste of winter. Watching the sunset cast its shadow on the traces of history, on the quiet river, on the lush green corn and potato fields. Sitting next to each other, listening to the crackling sound of the firewood, the fragrant smell of grilled corn filling the winter afternoon. Together we walk through the cold days, wandering, enjoying the full flavor of winter with all the warm and memorable dishes.

The season of holding hands and wandering back to the old deserted alley. I hear a familiar love song in the wind. Will my footsteps still stray back to the familiar place? I silently listen to time dripping in a cup of hot tea warming my cold hands? I silently search for the vague feeling of holding hands, of being warmed in someone's pocket, of being embraced through every path, listening to passionate words.

Out there, winter follows the path home, making my heart gentle, filled with love...

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