1, the geese in late autumn have not yet flown out of their eyes.
The chirping of autumn insects still echoes in my ears.
In winter,
I can't wait to put on a white skirt.
Marry the season in a hurry
2. Spring is shy, summer is warm, and autumn is subtle.
However, it has faded away from the obscurity of spring and experienced the prosperity of summer and the richness of autumn.
After being carved by nature's wind knife in winter,
The more mature and concise, the more quiet and crystal clear.
Reveals the self-evident aestheticism,
In absolutely exclusive language, without any rendering,
Interpret your unique feelings ...
3. Vast sky, dyed mountains, unpretentious branches,
Like a pair of freehand brushwork ink, they are all talking about the stability of winter.
Only playful snowflakes, through the cracks between branches,
If you want to hide your trembling heart in a quiet corner,
But inadvertently, let the treetops bear all the worries,
Hanging on a branch, delicate ...
4. The love story of the once noisy shell, facing the elegant expression in winter,
I also have to choose silence, with a wave of converging ripples,
Dormant behind a transparent door,
Afraid of being caught by the wandering eyes in winter, even if it is a bud,
Only the river flashed a subtle cunning,
Secretly watching their formality and timidity. ...
5, so, in the embrace of this winter, it is not the cold that invades with the wind.
It is not full of depression and sadness, on the contrary, it highlights the warmth in my heart.
The heart flute is endowed with an equally clear sound, with the humming monsoon and walking steps.
There is no confusion in the past, and there is no soup echoing in silence.
With the beat of winter, it is getting closer and closer, and it is patchy.
6. Although the persistence of winter has bound the spread of colorful, although the coolness of winter has also diluted colorful dreams,
But it doesn't mean that in winter, I converted to negativity and silence, and the stream flowed in the cold.
However, in winter, it is full of enthusiasm for continuous grazing and breeds hope for the vastness.
In this world of natural selection, drafting a declaration,
Silence and silence, the rupture of sewing season ...
7. Spring is self-evident.
Summer and autumn have their own delicacies,
In the cold wind and winter snow,
It's not all bleak scattered,
Cang Sang can also spread the wings of dreams.
8. In the winter of that life,
It should be the same, right !