In the early winter morning, the sun shines like a poem, coating the new yellow leaves with a faint golden glow. That light seems to be the warmth of late summer and early autumn, and it is like the last lingering before the cold winter is approaching. Through the white curtain, it sprinkled mottled light and shadow on the slightly old book on the small table, like the traces of time, precipitated between the lines.
Baby, where are you at the moment?Do you also feel the warm sun of this early winter?
There was a crisp and deep chill in the air, a harbinger of winter, a natural reverence for the changing of the seasons. I took a deep breath of the slightly cool air, as if I could smell the smell of snowflakes, pure and flawless, just like the deep affection between you and me.
On the small kitchen table, the book lay quietly, as if waiting for someone to open its story. I think of you, baby, of those winter days when we sat around the fire and you read poems to me. At that time, there was always a sparkle in your eyes, which was the thirst for knowledge and the love of life. I, on the other hand, just listened quietly, intoxicated by your magnetic voice.
Getting up and walking over to the stove, I began to prepare a pot of hot tea for us. The tea leaves gently stretch in the water, like a sleeping life being awakened. The fragrance of tea is overflowing, which is the gift of nature and the precipitation of years. I think of those winter days when we drank tea together. You always like to gently blow open that piece of tea on the tea surface and then take a sip and savor it. That demeanor seems to have tasted all the fireworks in the world, and returned to the original innocence.
Dear baby, do you also think of me in such an early winter morning?Do you miss those simple and beautiful days?Those days were short, but they were deeply imprinted in each other's hearts. Those bits and pieces about winter, about tea, about you and me, have become the most beautiful scenery in our hearts.
At this moment, I seem to see you again. You stand in the middle of that golden ginkgo leaf, and the sun shines on you like a gift from the gods. You smiled at me, took my hand, and we walked together to the familiar hut with the fire, the books, the tea, and the deep affection between you and me.
Dear baby, let's make a pot again to warm the early winter with you. Let the fragrance of tea overflow around us, just like those beautiful memories will always linger in our hearts.
There's nothing more heartwarming than sharing a pot of hot tea with you on a winter day like this. Every sip of tea seems to carry your smile, your gentleness, and every moment we spend together. Those moments are like tea leaves, slowly precipitated by the years, but never forgotten.
Dear baby, this winter may be a little cold, but as long as you are around, I will feel extremely warm. Let's spend this early winter together, let every morning be full of warmth and romance, and let every pot of hot tea become a witness of our love.
On such days, I am willing to share every subtle beauty with you, I am willing to spend every cold morning with you, and I am willing to walk hand in hand with you through every change of seasons. Because you are the most beautiful scenery in my life, and the eternal destination of my soul.
Dear baby, make a pot of warmth and warm early winter with you, this is the most beautiful agreement between us, and it is also our deepest affection for each other. May this warmth and beauty always accompany us, through every early winter morning forever.