1, winter night-sitting in front of a burning stove, the luster of wood makes me feel unspeakable shy; Touching the faded satin, the black cat whispered. The shutters are fresh in the night air, and the stars under the pillars of the promenade are close at hand; Miss the warm dust outside, how many pedestrians were hit by the louder sound tonight.
2, the happiness of snowflakes-if I were a snowflake, I would know my direction-fly, fly, fly-this land has my direction, to the cold valley, not to the lonely foothills, nor to the desolate streets-fly. Juanjuan danced in mid-air, recognized the quiet residence, and waited for her to visit in the garden-ah, she smelled of cinnabar plum! At that time, I depended on my weight.
3. In the snow-thank God for drawing such a picture, and drawing the two of us beside this lonely road; Snowflakes are as colorful as dreams, with an icy river in the middle. My arm is gray, which is the sadness at the end of the year, but your face is flushed with spring-I thought, if there is a voice in the painting, I will definitely come out in my heart: dear girl! You know what I mean, but you don't say a word lightly; A far and a near, affectionate and heartless.