With the deep cold in the sky, I walked into a sea of fire in winter.
Snowflakes in winter come from the far north.
At this time, there is no smog in the city in the snow, and there are no people wearing masks.
I gradually like the broad-mindedness of contacting snowflakes.
And all this reminds me of a small town that has been away for four years.
When they mentioned the thick snow-covered soil and plants to me with a green mood.
There is also a person, secretly tucked down jacket, covering the hot and withered barren.
In fact, all this is painful and the only thing that shines in the cold. I believe this is God's love and reward.
It's just that heavy snow covers up the past, so that hard-working people can have a good rest for a few days.
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When it comes to pain and desolation, we have to mention that brave heart.
The coldness in winter is closer to the fragrance and oblique shadow of plum blossoms.
I must admit that shallow water can make people who appreciate flowers pour and drink themselves.
A heart of stone softens easily.
Let the still life in your eyes become vivid, interesting and beautiful.
For example, snowflakes falling on windowsills, eaves and fields.
They have their own forms and express their inner world in different languages.
The sound (light) of animals and poultry moving in grasslands, Woods and circles.
I can feel the China white of the snowman with a happy heart.
Not only that, I can still cling to acacia or exile it.
Neglected snowflake: the darkness and light in previous lives.
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In fact, snow never stops flying in life.
In a time like water
The light of love and life shines on the snowy Shan Lan.
Sometimes the inner pain and loneliness
Not all the secrets of butterflies have disappeared in the snow.
Sometimes I choose to escape and turn a blind eye.
When I walk in the snow, I think after a heavy snow.
I may be one year older, and I have learned not to be sad.
There are other younger and more energetic lives born in the snow.
Just like this tireless snow, it flies day and night.
Wrap every morning love into a commotion.
Only the fragments of memory will melt into spring water in the coming year.