This year's winter is very deep, and the cold wind and freezing rain hit together, which made the south, accustomed to the warmth in its bones, lose its mind for a while, and the out-of-control weather disturbed people's order. And I, in the deep winter and stormy night, will still hold a yearning as warm as the sun, and meet you on the long beach with the drums of Ding Dong and Ding Dong across the scales of the world.
You must feel from afar: at this moment, I miss you very much. ...
The rain sticks to the frozen red face, and the biting wind goes deep into the bone marrow along the hot thoughts. Rain is like smoke. Looking back, a smiling and curved face flows in the hazy smoke. In the wind, the familiar Ding Dong and Ding Dong have fallen in winter and winter. So, I quietly listened to the wind chimes flowing with the wind and watched the handsome figure flying in my heart. A familiar comfort peels off the heart membrane layer by layer, and the heat flows over the cold body, just like your smiling eyes touch it, and happiness spreads. Winter and winter are like a pulse of heaven and earth. At this moment, there is only each other between heaven and earth.
You said that your heart is warm and there will never be winter. From that moment on, I just want to carve myself and sit in your heart. The willow shadows are picturesque and saturated with the coolness of autumn. The laughter in the wind is like the rhythm of Ding Dong's drumming and Ding Dong's drumming. All the way to bloom, the water blooms in Ming Che. A wisp of long hair was lifted by the wind, and I inadvertently put my hand in your palm, and my carefree heart was filled with a touch of drunkenness. Since then, all the entanglements and thoughts have formed the tone of Ding Dong and Ding Dong in winter and winter, and the pulse has traveled thousands of miles through Qian Shan, beating my heart day and night.
Looking through all my memories, I can't find your parting whisper. I understand in vain: in fact, we are not separated at all. You can always sing my tender feelings like water, and I can always capture your bright shadow. As long as there is wind, we can all feel the stubborn, loud, tactful and repeated persuasion and telling-Dong ... Dong ... is the song of the wind, and it is cleverly missed.
I like to see you through red wine for a long time, and I have been savoring this long and beautiful fragrance. The dreamlike beauty makes me linger. I just want to be a quiet little woman in front of you, holding a glass of wine, and my heart is as bright as red wine in the glass.
It's Valentine's Day again, and it doesn't matter if I'm far from Wan Li, because I'll paint the beauty we like when we meet with pen and ink, and then hang it on the north-facing window-Ding Dong East ... Dong ... The phonology is high enough to make me happy all my life. Although you are far away from the world, I have no reason to be sad, because as long as the breeze blows and the beautiful tone is tapped, my heart will bloom with red brilliance.
Dong ... Dong ... you are far away, you must feel that this yearning is deeper than this winter. ...
Thinking in winter
Bloom is the most splendid day in a year, full of longing for the return of spring, longing for the long-lost bright sunshine, and showing the excitement of sowing hope and cultivating the future.
After the warm spring in bloom, it reminds people of the past winter.
Winter is the season of beauty. There is the sad beauty of leaves saying goodbye to the trunk, the sad beauty of dead branches roaring in the cold wind, and the sad beauty of snowflakes flying in the sky. These incomparable beauty of Leng Yan constitute the most beautiful picture in the world. All the beauty is admirable and enviable, especially in summer when the heat is unbearable, and winter is especially desirable.
In my memory, when I was a child, the winter was always long and impulsive. At that time, a string of ice glass hanging under the eaves became a landscape, catching birds in the fields, skating on the river and making a snowman in the snow, which brought infinite happiness. I always thought winter was real. At that time, winter was called "Sanjiu Cold".
It hasn't snowed properly for many years, and skating on the river can't be done any more. Apart from bouts of melancholy, people are left with wordless thoughts. It is not cold when it is cold, and there is no fear of cold weather in the past; It is not cold when it is cold, which breeds a kind of concern and worry; It is not cold when it should be cold, which adds a layer of hypocrisy and lacks a sincere treatment.
In this way, winter passed silently, and the ice glass hanging on the eaves became a scene in the dream. Free and easy snow will always be a luxurious memory, without yearning and passion.
I miss winter for no reason.
Winter is serious, and her meticulous attitude makes everyone respect; Winter is implicit, she buried her enthusiasm deeply, and she hid her love deeply; Winter is persistent, she has no tenderness or affection. With the perseverance of freezing three feet a day, she created an iron skeleton and explained the great love in the world. Winter is tough, she plunders youth, she freezes life, and she changes the world with great boldness of vision; Winter is rational, she accumulates strength and hair; Winter is heavy, she is not so docile as spring, so romantic as summer, and so lofty as autumn, but she is trying to play hard to get; Winter is silent, she is brave in purgatory, willing to be lonely, and always erupts in silence.
Without the cold of winter, it is impossible to breed spring.
I miss winter, which is my attachment to spring.