Unconsciously, time has come to the Minor Cold of the world in a flash, the years are always in such a hurry, people are caught off guard, and feel natural, it in every morning between the moon, every low eyebrow in the eyes, quietly slip away, let people sigh, read, helpless. On the cold winter road, the wind blows, the leaves wither and roll, looking at the vast mountains and seas, there is a touch of light color, which is the wintersweet swaying in the wind, it is on the branches of ink, dyeing and painting a different charm, with a delicate fragrance.- Regardless of the wind and rain, regardless of the cold, it seems that it has not hindered its blooming, it is in the coldest season of the world, the most beautiful flowers of the years, some gently shaking in the branches, some half-hidden in the snow. I walk through the spring and summer, through the autumn and winter, through the stack of time in the morning and evening, in the rush of time on the road, looking back on life, some sad and happy, some sweet and sour, and some inexplicable and unspeakable. - Winter is deep Minor Cold, spring is near wintersweet, probably, the warmth and coldness of the four seasons can be appreciated most in winter, when the wind blows through the sea of people, diffuse and roll up the cold, we are looking forward to the temperature and sunshine. Hopefully, through this period of the coldest season, the next intersection, is the family laughing and meeting, is the blue sky and clear morning, but also the world of mountains and seas, flowers stacked in spring.