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Snow fell on the earth, dancing like a light shadow, walking across the courtyard to make trees, pushing the window to wait and see, my wandering thoughts recalled the past in the scenery that passed away yesterday, and my quiet heart suspected a warm moment in the graceful artistic conception. Take out the dreamlike past and sleep in the ice and snow.
Snow-white petals, falling with its melancholy, pushed open the wound and embraced the tears, which drowned themselves. An encounter, a casual moment, gently dancing sleeves, reflecting the eyes of the wind. The wind approached slightly and said softly: I can't just stand here silently waiting for you. When you approach slowly, the snow floats gently and says softly: I am here, please let me get closer to you little by little and fall into your arms. Then the wind danced and the two shadows were inseparable. The wind kissed her face, and the lingering sky was filled with elves dancing like flowers and butterflies, drifting away the beauty of their souls. They shed tears of happiness and danced in this world that belongs to them. ...
Walking quietly in this world of ice and snow, with pleasant reverie and elegant heart, I set aside a sad song through the memory of running water and spread my feelings in the sparkling snowflakes. Love babbles, tears falling from the sky and thoughts falling in the snow fall from the gray sky, and the sweetness from fairy tales flies to my eyes, lingering in the wind, making this season colorful.
The snow is flying and the wind is blowing. When she left, she guarded the purest tears in the world with carefree spirit, holding hands with her soul, feeling the connection, waving her thoughts when she left, and looking forward to meeting you at this time next year.
Who holds my hand and shines my thoughts like a dreamy snowflake, dancing in this season, who kisses my beauty and caresses my sadness in this season, and who allows me to warm the next winter.
How I wish I could make a selfless and sleeping flight with the wings of birds in the boundless sky. How I wish I could chase the wind and clouds on the ice and dance proudly in the snow.
Like the water of fate, after fleeting, I have the feeling of chasing dreams. When you knock on the window and ask the pavilion, you only know how to watch it when you wake up. Frost and snow stain the body, and it is inevitable that the heart will be cold. Maybe only a faint fragrance will stay. ...
A wisp of yearning, the ups and downs of the world, scattered thoughts pick up the original movement in the green memory.
-autumn water, Iraqis, flowers in the water