Snow is beautiful. When it falls, it is destined to become water.
There is no snow that does not melt, and there is no love that will never change. People will change.
Pure snow washes the dirty world and only meets the quiet earth.
Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, during the daytime, the north wind blows goose feather and snow one after another.
6. Snow trees and silver flowers, burning red lips and anger.
7. The north wind rolled the white grass and blew it away, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.
8. Snow trees and silver flowers, burning red lips and anger.
9. The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating.
10. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
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