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The night is hazy, a wisp of acacia is gently entangled, and the dead lotus leaves a slight ripple. Time flies in Cang Sang, I miss my children and grandchildren, and I care about my daughter. In this silent night, I curled up in my humble room, wrapped in thin clothes, and my heart was warm.
The message of spring is not too late, it is quietly transmitted by snowflakes.
The night is deep, and the snow outside the window seems to be tireless. Scattered on the earth, it seems that endless love threads are placed, telling the whispers of this snowy night.
Sitting in front of a desk, with a cup of fragrant tea, enjoying a picture of mountains and rivers, the wind and snow outside the Great Wall are lingering, and the smoke is curling. Looking up at the sky from the balcony, snowflakes are fluttering, lingering under the gentle night, and the fragrance of falling flowers in one season is fleeting. ...
Years are long and thoughts are infinite. In this silent snowy night, I am sorting out the vicissitudes of time. The wind is still the same, and the moon is still round. Experience the world, experience joys and sorrows, is my family's firm belief. A touch of micro-screen can't carry the boat of lovesickness; I said that the purity of snow turned into gentle expectation. ...
The bleak earth only hears the sound of falling snow. It is crystal clear as jade, flawless and invisible. Fate comes and goes, conforming to God's will. Falling flowers are sick, and the running water is ruthless. Even if you are not treated by your family, your heart should be tender!
Fireworks fly like a dream. Men are indomitable, unflattering and calm. Even if you show all sincerity, years will sometimes give you ruthlessness and heartbreak. Only swallow your tears and live in this world with the most beautiful posture, like wintersweet in snow, cold and proud snow, spitting fragrance. ...
The coastline of the season, I use amber-like mercerization to string together the shallowness of the fleeting time. Gently pluck the strings, play lingering thoughts for you, and render the most beautiful picture of life with the sky as paper and the sea as ink. Through the sea of clouds, through mountains and rivers, through distant time. ...
My dear relatives, in the dream and beyond, hand in hand to complete the journey of life!
Gently push the door, lean against the railing, miss the beauty of winter, gently pluck the strings, and feel light in the boundless sky. With the quiet beauty of snow, the book writes down this lingering and regretless love.
The west wind is urgent, and I miss you sleepless tonight. Love full of red leaves is sent to the blue sea and blue sky from a distance, singing a song of world of mortals, telling you to leave and hurt thousands of people, crushing deep red homesickness and getting drunk with the fleeting time in your heart. ...
The morning light outside the window is slightly dew, the snow is silent, and I have no sleep tonight. Let me condense the beautiful dreams in my heart and send the lost years into a thread of love, a message of flying snow, and a moment of misty world!
People who come back through the snow, don't forget that the Spring Festival is coming. Let the four seasons rotate, try to interpret the infinite true feelings of the world, accept the call of this distant mountain and near the water, and rub the beauty into the light under this blue sky.
Looking forward to going home on a snowy night and stepping into the threshold of spring. ...
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