With a finger of quicksand and a thought of frost, I stroked the white hair on my sideburns, as if caressing the passing years. The shadow of youth in the mirror is gradually moving away, as if telling endless sorrow. I drank with time, danced with the moon, danced, as if chasing the passing youth.
Time flies, time flies, I am immersed in this endless memory, feeling the beauty and sorrow of life. Life is like a dream, and the years are like a song. In this hustle and bustle of the world, I tasted the pot of residual wine alone, admired the softness of the crooked moon, and felt the aroma of the boiling tea, as if I was savoring the sweetness and mellowness of life.
Life is like a beautiful poem, showing the traces of time like a picture. Life is short and the years are unforgiving, and I have written down this beautiful journey to make it an eternal memory. May you also feel the beauty and warmth in the journey of life, and taste the elegant fragrance together.
Gently open my heart, let those flawless snowflakes fall freely in it, quietly covering my peaceful thoughts. I let those sour emotions ripple in the air of my tearful heart, feeling the desolation and confusion for the rest of my life. Why is the sunset so blurry, I can't see the road ahead.
Standing at the crossroads at the end of the season, time is like a long river, rushing endlessly. The years passed in front of us like a white horse. We seem to have just walked out of the colorful autumn paintings, and before we have time to savor them, we are embraced by the snow-covered winter. At this moment, we look back and see that the golden autumn corridor is fading away in sight, and the winter ahead is quietly coming.
In the winter snow dance, Xuehua seems to be a shy girl, full of tenderness and beauty, eager to show the world. She danced lightly, like an elegant swan, slowly landing on earth, gently covering the earth under a white gauze skirt. Her arrival not only brought unparalleled beauty to the winter day, but also made the cold air quietly dissipate in her pure gaze. She is so pure and immaculate, innocent and moving, like the wings of an angel, sprinkled with endless holiness and tenderness.
You see, the snowflakes are fluttering, like fairies in the sky gently waving a light veil as thin as a cicada's wings, which is so soft and intoxicating. When the breeze blows, they dance lightly, like countless crystal clear jade butterflies flying in the air, shining with mysterious brilliance. These snowflakes, as if they are messengers of the sky, with the melody of life, leisurely descending to the world.
In this season of snow, I can't help but immerse myself in the world of snow. Closing my eyes, I listened to the sounds of nature, which were like a clear music. Snowflakes fluttered down on my cheeks, bringing a touch of coolness, as if they were a gift from the source of life.
It was from the crystalline snowflakes that left cold kisses on my cheeks, whispering softly on my eyelashes like the whispers of lovers. Let them gently fall on my long hair, this pure baptism will cleanse my soul and make me feel fresh and serene like never before.
In this moment, I let my heart dance freely with those snowflakes. My heart is so warm, as if bathed in the spring sun, I don't pay attention to the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the world, nor do I explore the faint sorrow after the red fades.