Snowfall Diary

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  When I awoke from my dream, the city's hustle and bustle gradually faded, leaving behind a quiet world, so quiet that I could hear the earth breathing, and feel the restlessness and unease in the hearts of the sleeping. Only in this quiet world could one awaken reflection on life. I've always believed that the quiet of midnight is the loneliness of a complex city, not true tranquility, but a resting place for those chasing fame and fortune.

  Too much thinking only breeds melancholy, and the essence of melancholy is the inner struggle and fear of the outside world. So be it, too much thinking, too much writing, too much hurt, too much sorrow—this makes it impossible for my heart to find peace, impossible to sleep at night.

  For most people, quiet is loneliness, and so am I. When I'm lonely, I like to lean against the window and gaze at the moon; when there's no moon, I lean against the window and gaze into the distance or ponder by the lamp.

  On this sleepless night, when I got up and turned on the light to write something, I found snowflakes falling outside the window. The snow fell silently, without disturbing anyone, whether asleep or awake. The snow fell silently, pure white and flawless. I wondered, what would it be like if snow fell like rain, with thunder, lightning, and noise? What kind of world would it be? Could it be so serene and beautiful? ...

  I leaned quietly against the window, snowflakes gently drifting in. I touched them lightly, but they melted, turning into tiny water droplets that slid to the ground. It all seemed natural, yet also unnatural, because my intervention instantly turned the snowflakes into water droplets.

  This made me understand the profound meaning of silent snowfall: accumulating in stillness, accumulating into beauty; melting in movement, melting away its essence.

  I quietly left the window, turned on the light, and went to sleep, welcoming tomorrow's beautiful, snow-covered world, using my pen to write about the silent beauty and wisdom of falling snow.


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