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The street is still in the cold, here I am, lying on a mess of nostalgia and thinking about vague things like a romantic idiot. The weather is no longer gloomy, suddenly remembering a few cramped nights in the dark room, just sitting there, looking out the dark doorway, how many are misty clouds of salt and breath. However, from time to time I am also contemplative, if only I could get drunk on Ms. Ha's fire, or love the arrogance of Miss Dong! Because there are so many lives in life, why should we divide each year into four seasons, each person must choose their own piece to love and remember? I really admire those who can always harmonize their souls with space so that they often stay awake full of time. Some people can drink the poetry of the summer taste even though the sun is scorching hot on top. Some people may be lost in the street, next to the yellow lights at night, cold, cold, and kiss on the snow and ice of the winter. Or when the cold winds whirl, everything needs a couple as well as lonely people who crave a puff of spicy wine, a hot smoke. Or when frost stretches behind each foot, dryness, like wanting to wander all the way, pat the thin blouses, trembling lips. Yet, there are always carefree people who walk alone, singing the season of singing, breathing in a passionate wind ... I can talk for hours about "green waves ripple to heaven", about "fields Green interior "," love songs "," fluttering silk branches ". I also often envision the ruffled roads, the "bewildered golden deer" of Luu Trong Lu, of the gentle and subtle aromas. However, to talk about winter or summer, of course, trying hard to narrowly just two words "cold" - "hot" only. "Coal snow on the young head" or "the footprints of the iceberg of the avenue" rarely make my soul flutter. Ha was born just for me to see the winter season, and many people stopped by like just to let me know about the summer. Therefore, I have never been able to get all the virgin flavors when the season is ripe. But well, doesn't all of us belong to a certain place, someone !? Today, the cold has cooled down, but the winter-spring symphony may have to wait a few more days. The cold wind still remains, but besides that, the sun has also planted gold. The street is gentle with the heavens running through the white clouds, looking like a splendid strip of blue brocade across a romantic river. As he walked up the sunset, from a familiar room filled with cigarette smoke, there was no more haze and frost. Instead, the bright moon with thousands of stars, they shimmer like sparkling witchcraft encrusted on a magical night screen. Immediately a few haughty meteor flashes flickered, then went off, reminding me that I was living in the midst of beautiful things, but short, just a blink of an eye was enough to miss the gift. some of life. The canaries of canaries rattled their own songs, they sang each other in a language of silence but filled with tumult and nostalgia. They miss winter, miss the rough, twisted, small days in the middle of the life, no one is surprised and noticed. Like those inanimate plants, is it the same for those who fall in love in the middle of winter? Aren't they thirsty for winters, just that they want to wander to remember the previous winters, the winters inside? Because, if everyone dared to throw it away, there would have been no nights waking off the phone before, not because of intentionally blocking incoming calls, but just to stop hoping that it would ring. And if everyone dares to forget once, then in winter there will be no longer the shadow of those idle, drunk, lonely singing in the sky ... If you step on the pain and spread your hands full Happily, will one day forget who I was, who I was? Only by thinking a little about the things I have been through and more appreciating what life brings today. To know that in the end of despair and frenzy there are also amazingly beautiful things, that anyone who once forgets, whoever once willingly threw it away will never understand. Pain and happiness are two endless parallel crossings, those wandering over sadness always turn their neck and crave happiness, and those who are walking the path of happiness will always see sadness by their side. . Just busy chasing things out of reach, then try to ask why your heart is not empty? There are things past and then suddenly realize it is beautiful, there are people who are far away and then surprised to know that they have loved ... Life, love, like four seasons, years. There are autumns that make us dumbfounded at night, but then quietly forget it, sometimes a short winter breeze is not exhausted but many verses are written all the time! There are lovely crossroads, but no one is used to saying hello, and there are streets that have not met once, suddenly turn into a soulmate. People are extremely strange, standing in the middle of a thousand is not sure about the lake

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