Author: Wang Na. Original works are prohibited**.
Waiting for a snowfall is like waiting for you. The snow has not yet arrived, and the gloomy sky is depressing. It's cold, it's cold, I always want to escape. In the winter when there is no sunshine, there is less motivation in life. greedy for the warmth of the bed, stupidly hiding in the quilt, looking out the window, catching the thoughts of the clouds. What kind of emotions will break clouds into snow and fly down to the earth?
I don't understand the cloud, just like I don't understand you. Talking about love, is it boring for you?Collect the love and hide the love. A lonely person scatters time in his life. The years are speechless, always adding different traces to me. A trace of gray hair, messing up the hairline. A few wrinkles, through the language of flowers. has been sick for three years, not to mention that the lovesickness is far away.
What kind of temperature makes the flower lifeless. O rotten earth, there is no joy. Uncontrollable life, in the cold winter, always expecting miracles.
Your company always makes me dream. The love without a trace is flourishing in the firewood, rice, oil and salt of life.
Am I too infatuated, or are you too infatuated?There is no way to proofread it.
It's night, and there's no sleep. Bright lights, especially precious, have become a necessity in life. Just like you, you have become one of my life, which cannot be separated or separated.
If you miss it, will it really become a dream and turn into an infatuated wish?
"He Qiu Ling".
I wrote lovesickness as sorrow, ate a few bowls of wine, and waited for you to look back. A smile gives birth to a hundred charms, what do you ask for?
I write lovesickness as sorrow, forget the old years, and look for autumn in winter and snow. Thousands of styles, customs to be collected.