Winter is simple and quiet. There is love for life and reminiscence of the past in this tranquility. A flower blooms in every season, and snowflakes are the most elegant ones in winter. I love snowflakes, not only because I was born in the north, but also because snowflakes give me pure feelings and white memories. This winter, there is no snow in my small town, the north wind does not come, and the snowflakes in the small town do not fly. I sit quietly in the plain time, waiting for the snow to arrive.
Love is like a snowflake, simple and beautiful. Once upon a time, you were like an elegant snowflake, falling gently into my heart. Those tender moments, like snowflakes, warmed the soul and slowly settled into the warmest memories.
Winter nights are quiet, and only the rustling sound of the cold wind can be heard. Open the window, and white elves fall from the sky. The arrival of snow makes the lonely days more. A touch of warmth and poetry. Cooking snow to make tea, brewing snow wine, the faint taste is the taste of missing, it is the cool but sweet and bitter taste. You are like snowflakes, coming and going gently, leaving me with only thoughts that fill the sky...
On quiet days, I sit quietly in my cabin and watch the clouds drift by the window. , listening to the west wind sweep away those yellow bamboo leaves, looking forward to the gentle snowflakes to accompany me. With a dust-free heart, let the snowflakes warm your lonely soul, hide your thoughts in the snow, and let them sprout in winter nights and bloom in dreams.
Snowflakes carry the nostalgia of the four seasons, as light as butterflies, falling plum branches, snowflakes and plum blossoms are the love song of that winter. The snow is flying in the sky, silently, nourishing the mountains and rivers, and warming the earth. Xueer gently fell on the palm of my hand, warming a cold and lonely heart. I was willing to dance with Xueer and walk with love. When I meet snow, I feel like I have met you. Let Xueer follow the south wind and fall in the city where you are. In that familiar plum garden, there will definitely be your bright smile blooming on the branches. That beauty of red and white.
In the November sky, it is snowing in my small town. It must also be cold and windy in that city in the south. The snowflakes were fluttering, carrying my concern, and falling gently on my shoulders. Suddenly, a trace of inexplicable sadness came to my heart, and I looked at the sky quietly, letting my thoughts fly. Who said that missing a city is because there is someone living in the city. Missing, like snowflakes, silently and calmly, but falling in my heart...
When I miss, I hold a plain pen, but I can't write my deep thoughts; jerky sentences, saying Instead of all kinds of attachment, let the flying snowflakes convey the pure thoughts, dance between hearts and warm each other's eyebrows.
In the morning, a thin layer of cold fog covered the window coffin, and a bright light flashed in front of the window. The heart in winter is lonely. In this loneliness, there is the dancing of snow and sunshine. of bright. Time alone is quiet, reading, writing, listening to a pure melody, and letting the troublesome trivial matters disperse with a cup of tea. Over the years, just like the tenderness of a flower blooming, the fireworks between the eyebrows are dyed into a glaze color by the agarwood of the years. Despite the vicissitudes of time, my heart remains the same, carrying a meter of sunshine and a touch of fragrance, loving life, loving myself, and loving everything I love.
Outside the window, there was no light from the stars, and only the thin west wind caressed my cheek, twisting my winter thoughts and sighing softly in the ink. The silence is the passing time, and I think of the most beautiful encounter, when the lotus bloomed most beautifully, and time has created the most beautiful memories. In the fragrance of ink, I understood the deep meaning in your words.
I have always been a cold person. The coldness of my body does not represent the warmth in my heart. In this gradually cold west wind, I am waiting for a snowfall. I really want to become a white flower. The edelweiss, following the footsteps of the wind, floats in the city where you are, and falls gently on your warm palm. My happiness, my sadness, my lovesickness, I am willing to sing for you...
After reading a passage, my heart suddenly felt a little painful, and I remembered that scene when the lights were dimmed. The figure also reminds me that fireworks are easy to get cold. Maybe when the emotion reaches a certain point, the cold becomes more peaceful and elegant. All love and possession are tender in the words. All thoughts and pain stay in the cold silence. Tonight, I don’t want ink or moonlight, let my soul sleep with a wisp of fragrance.
The flowers have been blooming for thousands of years, and the lotus has been sleeping for a long time. The lotus is outside the world of mortals, as quiet and beautiful as poetry. If a flower can shine throughout the spring, then can the stranded memory illuminate the expectations of dreams. With a breeze and a meter of sunshine, the flowers show their elegance under the warm sunshine, brightening the flowering period of love. Those warm words and every moment we walked hand in hand are still clear in our memory. I hope that in the most beautiful years, I will have you as elegant as a cloud. At that time, your white clothes will be better than the snow, and I will smile like a flower. The falling snow is silent, and I am thinking about it. In a dream, I am waiting for a rain of love flowers.
The plum blossoms are blooming and the snow is falling, and the swaying branches are hung with sentimental wind and frost. I hide in my dreams and sing softly on the paper with a graceful posture. The heart is like snow, the dream is like flowers, and the faint fragrance of memory surges gently. That year, when the snow was fading, I got lost in your plum garden and passed by the blooming plum blossoms. Those clear and shining white leaves left a pink memory in my heart. Gently grind into a pool of ink fragrance, and blend in the plum fragrance before winter is far away. Those loves are always there. Without words, the most affectionate thing is, relying on the warmth of time, I write a love song of plum snow for you.
As time goes by, everything changes.
A heart has gone through the fleeting years one after another. In spring, I wrote about the scorching peach blossoms blooming in March. In summer, I read about the long days and the fences, where no one passed by, except for dragonflies and butterflies flying. I also gave my feelings to the clear water and breeze when the autumn leaves were fluttering, and I looked into the night sky when the winter snow was falling. That fate, in a moment of thought, makes tears come out. Even though a fate is accompanied by bitterness and helplessness, it gives the deepest feeling of emotion.
Thousands of romances and moons will never equal the indifference of worldly affairs, and some beautiful things that have passed by will never become the bright moon of mountains and rivers in life. Keep those sweetness or sadness in your heart, maybe there is no separation and reunion in this world, only the heart that refuses to be exhausted because of love, looking forward to it tenderly under the moonlight. I have no desires, but as long as my heart is there, the years will not grow old.
Article/Moonlight over Lotus Pond