When the snow falls on my lonely body, I am quietly listening to the monologue from heaven, and I want someone to spend the long night with me. Snow falls on the earth, does it understand the loneliness of the earth, and the earth wants to regain the freedom of red flowers and green leaves. When the autumn wind blows away a few fallen leaves, have you ever heard the moan of the earth, have you ever heard its heartache, it …
The snow outside the curtain began to float, and the emerald fragrance was still burning. Sitting alone at night, people are very tired and far away, and dreams are more lonely. As the scattered snowflakes disappear into the dust, they fall brilliantly in my heart. Everything is in the snow. It looks so desolate, but it reveals warmth. Yesterday's autumn wound, now leaving no trace, quietly slipped into the biting cold. ...
4. I left my unspeakable injury somewhere in my heart ~ ~ at night, I was lonely with the time of snow ~ ~ I was heartbroken, but I still can't get your forgiveness. What I can't erase is the fiery yearning. dreamtimes, who drifted in the haze, can't forget her strength, retreat and confusion, entangled in the white memory. ...
5, Xie Ni is angry, flowing thousands of miles, bonfire smoke, pear flower rain, geese flying south, sword sealing throat, moon shadow dominating, stepping through the snow, lightly embracing his dreams, thinking of flying arrows. Traces are particularly unique, beauty is gone, and I hate it when I am idle. Rain and tears are as hazy as Yun Lan, only knowing the whereabouts of the painting before shaking. Several degrees of bustling cold light, sword rain flying, war blurred, bullet marks scattered, an adventure was crushed, the sun was like blood, full of ...
6. Snowflakes dancing in the wind dance slowly with dead leaves, so a crisp snowflake falls, and the empty street is filled with a kind of tenderness dormant in the cold winter. Don't complain that winter is so ruthless, and lonely flying gulls are scattered all over the sky. There is still a silent warmth in my heart, but when everything disappears instantly, I can only close my eyes and watch silently in the snow season. When I reached out my cold hand and scooped up the slightly cold snowflake, I suddenly found the footsteps of my dream turning back in the scattered fine snow. And when I put my hand over my eyes and let go, I saw scattered snowflakes falling in front of my eyes. I think this may be a memory left by winter. Snow is the beauty given by winter, and scattered snowflakes are the loneliness to escape in the cold wind, but I miss you and let the snowflakes take me away to tell you.