Love is like snowflakes, simple and beautiful. Once, if you were an elegant snowflake, you would gently fall into my heart. Those gentle times, like snowflakes, moistened my heart and slowly precipitated into the warmest memories.
The winter night is very quiet, only the sound of the cold wind rustling can be heard. As soon as the window opened, white spirits descended from the sky, and the arrival of snow made the lonely days more warm and poetic. Boil snow to make tea, and snow makes a good story. The faint taste is the taste of missing, cold and bitter. You are like a snowflake, gently coming and going, leaving me only missing all over the sky …
On a quiet day, I sat quietly in my cabin, watching the clouds floating outside the window, listening to the west wind sweeping away those yellow bamboo leaves, and expecting gentle snowflakes to accompany me. With a dust-free heart, let the snowflake warm the lonely soul, hide the missing snow, let it sprout in the winter night and bloom in the dream.
Snowflakes, bearing the thoughts of the four seasons, are as light as butterflies, falling plum branches and snowflake plum blossoms, which are love songs in that winter. Cher is dancing in the sky, silently, moistening mountains and rivers and warming the earth. Cher gently falls in the palm of her hand, warming a cold and silent heart, willing to dance with snow and walk with love. When I meet snow, it's like meeting you. Let Cher fall with you in the city with the southern wind. In that familiar plum garden, there will be your bright smile and the beauty of that red and white blooming on the branches.
1 1 in the sky, it is snowing in my town. I think the cities in the south are also cold and windy. Snowflakes, fluttering, with my concern, gently landed on my shoulder. Suddenly, a trace of inexplicable sadness came to my mind, quietly looking at the sky, letting my thoughts fly. Who says I miss a city because people live in it? Missing, like snowflakes, silently falls in my heart. ...
When I miss you, I hold a plain pen, but I can't write my thoughts; Rough sentences, endless attachment, then let the flying snowflakes convey pure thoughts, dance in the heart, and warm each other's eyebrows.
In the morning, a thin layer of cold fog enveloped the window, and bright light flashed in front of it. The heart in winter is lonely, and there are dances of snow and bright sunshine in this loneliness. A person's time is very quiet, reading, writing, listening to a pure and clear melody, so that troubles and trivial things are scattered in a cup of tea. Over the years, like a gentle blooming firework, it has been stained with a touch of colored glass by the agarwood of the years. Years have passed, but my heart remains the same. I love life, myself and everything I love with a meter of sunshine and a touch of fragrance.
Outside the window, there is no star light, only a thin west wind caresses my cheek, twisting a touch of winter thoughts and sighs in the ink. Silent is the lost time, remember the most beautiful meeting. Lotus was the most beautiful at that time, and time made the most beautiful memories. I read the meaning of your words in Moxiang.
I have always been a cold person. Being cold doesn't mean being warm. In this cold west wind, I am waiting for a snow. I really want to float into a white edelweiss, follow the footsteps of the wind, float with you in the city, and gently fall in your warm palm. I am happy, I am sad, I miss home, and I am willing to song for you. ...
After reading a passage, I suddenly felt a little pain in my heart, thinking of the dim lights and the fireworks that are easy to get cold. Maybe when the emotion reaches a certain point, it will be cold and even more elegant. All love and possession are tender in the lyrics. All thoughts and pains stay in the cold silence. Tonight, no ink, no moonlight, let my soul sleep with a wisp of fragrance.
For thousands of years, bloom has become the heart of the lotus. Lotus is beyond the world of mortals and beautiful as poetry. If a flower can shine the whole spring, can the stranded memory illuminate the expectation of dreams? A breeze, a meter of sunshine, flowers in the warm sunshine show elegant, brilliant and beautiful love flowering period. Those warm words, those dribs and drabs that walked hand in hand, are still clearly left in my memory. I hope that in the most beautiful years, you will be as elegant as a cloud. At that time, you were better than snow in white, and I smiled like a flower. Snow is silent, I miss Yiyi, and I am waiting for a rain of love in a quiet dream.
Plum blossoms have fallen, and the swaying branches are hung with sentimental wind and frost. I hid in my dream and sang softly on the paper with grace. My heart is like snow, my dreams are like flowers, and the fragrance of my memory is surging gently. At that time of that year, the snow was dancing, and I was lost in your plum garden, and the plum blossoms were in full bloom. Those clear white flowers left a pink memory in my heart. Study a pool of ink gently, and blend it into Xiangmei before winter goes far. Those loves are always there. Silence is the most affectionate. According to the warmth of time, for you, this book is a Xue Mei love song.
Time flies and the dust changes. A heart that has gone through years like water once wrote in spring that the peach blossoms bloom in March, and read in summer that no one has seen the long fence fall, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. I also missed clear water and cool breeze when autumn leaves were dancing, and looked up at the night sky when winter snow was fluttering. That fate, in an instant, had tears, even though a fate was accompanied by bitterness and helplessness, it gave the deepest emotional taste.
Qian Qian's love affair can't resist the indifference of the world, and some beautiful things that pass by can't be the bright mountains and rivers in life. Keep those sweetness or sadness in mind, maybe there is no separation and reunion in this world, only a heart that refuses to dry up because of love, looking forward to it gently in the moonlight. I want nothing, my heart is there, and the years will not grow old.
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The emotional teacher whispered, I hope that lovers in the world will no longer be trapped by love.