Yes, the newspaper says it will snow in Nanjing on Friday. Maybe winter has really begun.
You said it was good to snow. You like it best, but is it heavy?
I said, not much. This is xiaoxue. I can't see it when I land.
You pout, so it's better than nothing.
Yes, the earth is too impetuous to hold the seeds of the sky.
It seems that every winter's mood is as transparent and dense as frozen water. So I thought of Bandelli's first snow, which is as soft as snow, as clear as water, as beautiful and sad as love. Therefore, if you choose the tune as the background music of the bridge version, the listener may have his own understanding, but this music really penetrates the soul and gives you unprecedented peace and tranquility.
I remember that in February of 200 1, 1, I was drinking alone in a bar in Xinjiekou, and I was very lonely and depressed. When I didn't want to drink that day, the host said I won the lottery. The prize is a cup with a Christmas snow scene painted on the outside, filled with hot water and the sound of music. When I was walking in the street with a cup in my arms, the city was surrounded by snow. Thick snowflakes fell quietly from the invisible sky, on clothes and all over the body. I raised my glass and filled it with the first snow in winter, but the music froze at this time.
After that, this music cup became a companion. At that time, I was very unhappy at work and always wanted to escape and run away. However, I still didn't have the courage in the end. On weekends, standing on the balcony, a cup full of water, under the sunshine, gives off a beautiful melody, and I feel satisfied.
I always like to wrap myself up, like a box that can't be opened without a password, always separated from others by an insurmountable obstacle. I like loneliness, I like sadness, I like walking alone under the city wall, which is a person's scenery. Of course, a person is like a tree in winter. After all the leaves fall, life feels powerless, and he is often full of pessimism and despair about the world. In September, 2003, after an online story happened accidentally, my music cup was broken, and a person's scenery gradually became noisy.
In February, 2003, I went to a live broadcast of a Nanjing edition gathering and met the host Han Yilan. Her eyes are blue and she has a very good impression of me. That feeling is actually a bit intimate. Just like me and the college counselor, she is several years older than me, but we can also find this feeling between us. That kind of feeling can't be said, but my heart is touched. This kind of touching is purely a kind of spiritual appreciation, a kind of closeness. I drank a lot of wine that day, including white wine, beer, northeast sorghum wine, foreign wine and red wine. When the program ended, everyone was shocked. I don't know when the snow covered the ground. These adults are laughing in the snow, opening their arms to melt the snow on their faces.
On the overseas Chinese road, Han stepped on a road in the snow, and her running back is still printed in my mind. Because I haven't seen her since then, and now she is in distant France. It is a romantic country, and I think she can really match her temperament there. After I came back, I wrote a poem, posted it on their board and gave it to her, the cabbage heart sister.
There are no lovers in the snow
Is that you?
In the shadow of snow