Author:
Xi Murong
When she was asleep.
He walked in a small town with melting snow.
miss the old days
Star group
And in
In front of a river where ice blocks collide.
silently
Call her name
At night in the south.
Everything is as quiet as usual.
Except for a few tired petals
Because of the wind
Fall in front of her window
snow
Sumy
Snowflakes are flying, flying, and will not stop.
It seems to blend with the sadness and joy played for parting.
Blessings from thinking and reading.
Have you found a suitable port to berth?
Do you feel cold? Dance with the snow.
Fly gently in the whirlpool of dreams
The cotton-padded clothes that covered the body also fell off gently.
Is it snow? Are you kicking me out?
Light parting, wrapped in the color of snow.
Can't bear to desecrate such a pure white world.
Leave silently and pray for love.
Maybe each has its own world.
Snowflakes are flying, flying ...
Gradually stop. . .