The years turn, the time is cold, and I unconsciously walk into the depths of winter.
In the deep sea, where all the memories of the past exist, the white reed flowers with sparse shadows and horizontal windows swaying in the wild, and even the moon becomes cold at such a time.
December is the home of snow, and how many literati and writers use snow as their poems, leaving behind many lonely and cold words that have been sung for thousands of years.
From the spring breeze waking up everything, to the flowers, in the end, it takes a snow to precipitate. 
Our lives are destined to go from lush splendor to decay. The prosperity is gone, a little sadness and joy, and the red dust comes and goes is a dream.
Standing in the depths of winter, the years are quiet, and the new year is getting closer and closer.
The cold wind tactfully, knocking on the window lattice, a snow cushion on the toes, silently descending into the dream, the silent world, how many love and hatred in the red dust, occur in the world of ice and snow, and then disappear, like melting snow, the soul returns to heaven and can no longer be found.
Outside the window, the snowflakes are dancing, which is the last swan song of life, cheerful and beautiful, just like the original appearance of life. 
How many unbearable weights in life are relieved after a snowfall, the gentle snowflakes, in a silent poetic language, write eternity on the earth, it comes, there is no dirt, only a piece of crystal white.
How much true love is more real and vivid under the thin and cool ice and snow, the snow is affectionate, and the love is endless!Snow is tangible, love is not visible!!Winter comes, snow solstice;What about love?
The snow outside the curtain is drifting, and the incense is not extinguished. Sitting alone at night is tired, far away, and the dream is even more lonely.
I hope this beautiful snow, you are as pure as our love. I wish I was walking in the snow with you, but I accidentally turned white. 
I stretched out my hand, hoping that it was the spirit you had turned into, and then melted into my hand and never left. I remember you saying that you would come to accompany me when it snowed, and I had been looking forward to snow since then, and now I'm here, and you're a**?Who's next to you?
In this cold night, the snowflakes were speechless, and I listened quietly, feeling the deep attachment that carved into the depths of my heart.
Now that there is no Chaimen, I still fantasize that Chaimen hears the barking of dogs and returns to people on a snowy night. It would be a surprise after a thousand sails were gone.
The biggest helplessness in life is the unpredictable future!The biggest surprise in life is the unpredictable future!
The snowy night is an unexpected covenant, a heart-to-heart conversation, and I murmur to myself in the distance with you, is it cold in your place?Did it snow on you there too?
I hope that there will be years to look back on, and to share the white head with deep affection. We can't be like that snow, drifting together, falling together, and going to the end together.
At the moment, the snow is falling so deeply, so seriously.