The temperature in the city plummeted. Are you ready?The rainy and snowy weather in Hunan has been packed and transported, some are on the way, and some are being delivered to ......
Walking through the depressed streets, I heard the rustle of ginkgo biloba leaves being crumpled in the wind, and the ground was full of stumps and broken leaves. The wisps of rain cover up the boundless sorrow. Pick up the delicate grace of a place, moisten the pen and ink, think about it in my heart, and rush to the poetry line to add the slightest ripple. Stories in winter often begin with snow, and memories of winter always have traces of snow.
Winter has always been lonely. Snow brings a touch of romance to the lonely winter, and the fairies in the sky get drunk and crush the white clouds and sprinkle them on the earth. Dancing in the gray air lengthens the thoughts of winter and awakens the old dreams of the earth.
The reincarnation festival order, focusing on the horizontal branches, looking forward to Qiong Yingjiu. I just want God to pity and be lonely, after all, it's three winters.
The wild color is depressed, the hedge is sparse to the evening, and the dust is cold and frosty. Ascending high and looking at it for a long time, the world is thin. Xiao Suo complained even more about the west wind, and he had no plan to spend it, and he still needed to drink.
The thorns dance without saying a word, and only taste enough of the heat and cold.
The years are indisputable, the memories are slow, and the memories are after dusk.
The cold window is clear, and the bend is like a string.
The branches of the trees are covered with snow, like a tree of flowers, blooming coldly and brightly. A few sparrows were frolicking on the branches, and if they were not careful, they kicked off a large snowflake, which fluttered one after another, like a goddess scattering flowers. Who said that the snow fell silently, and when I heard the sound of folding bamboo outside the window, I knew that the snow was heavy in the middle of the night. It is said that the snow falls lightly, and the rustle of the snow is crisp and beautiful.
The snow falls on the withered petals, a little red in the snow, a little white in the flowers, this is a tenacious and soft meeting, this is a love through the seasons, bringing people infinite joy and joy.
Between heaven and earth, there is a clean faction, and all the noise and clutter are hidden, leaving only the vast plain white, clear and clear, elegant and concise.
Each snowflake is like a text, flying away from the heart of the sky, covering the ground, paving the article written in winter. "I want to write a letter in the snow and send it to the teenager who used to hesitate, my heart is like snow, I am not clean, and I am willing to be confident and brave forever!
A snow encounter, but countless flowers bloom, prosperity falls, only a place of clarity and simplicity.
The years are quiet, the heart is white, the story of time continues in the snow, and the regrets and helplessness in my heart have also been resolved at this moment. Life understands that those who carefully serve a porridge and a meal, a vegetable and a vegetable, and enjoy the true meaning of life. Isn't it a pleasure?
Winter has arrived, and heavy snow is falling. In this season of simplicity, I unloaded the burden of my heart, threw the past to the years, and handed over all my thoughts to Bai Xue. Those unrelenting memories of the past and unspeakable pain will eventually slowly melt along with the snowflakes.
The four seasons reincarnate, and the years go by. From spring flowers, summer rain, to autumn frost, winter snow. All good things need to be precipitated by time.
Just like life, delete the complicated and simplify, and remove distracting thoughts, in order to transform into spring and snow, and autumn water is long.
Snow falls every year, snow falls every year, slowly and slowly. May this winter, you also encounter a beautiful heavy snowfall, and you can also soak up the warm sunshine from time to time.
The cold night is sleepless and leans on the building alone, and the broken jade falls endlessly. The lights are dim from far and near, and the snow shadows are blurred. I love the pure land at this time, who thinks about the sorrow of all beings in the world.
Author: Huang Shao).
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