Wen Zhenxi
When I woke up, it was already the season of twilight and snow, and the charm of winter became stronger in this deep twilight.
The snow was menacing, as if to cover the whole world under its whiteness, and it had no time to care about the warmth and coldness of the world, nor did it have any intention of pity for the passers-by who were struggling to walk in the wind and snow.
Everyone's footsteps leave a deep imprint on the snow, as if telling stories of the past, revealing deep thoughts and attachments.
Those footprints of different shades seem to tell the joys and sorrows of the world, witnessing the vicissitudes and changes of the world.
In the memories of this winter, the years have passed, the twilight has deepened, and the deep longing and attachment are like the snow in this winter, which is getting thicker.
Everything has gone to the appointment, the mountains and rivers are white, and the plum blossoms are in full bloom.
In this life, we will live up to the snow, and in this life, we will live up to the deep affection of winter.
This snow is like a dream, as if all the affection has been left in the homeland of Chang'an, as if all the expectations have been left in the red dust of the world.
Looking at this vast snow, whose life is awakened for the thoughts of this life?
Whose life is guarded for the oath of this life?
The snow in my heart precipitated silently and turned into deep thoughts, like lingering love in the years.
The snow in the world is like a dream, but the longing is as deep as the sea.
Admire the snow around the hearth, cook a pot of plum blossom-scented tea, depict a few strokes of plum blossoms, and put two or three strokes of ink on the spot, each of which flows out of deep thoughts.
This snow, like my feelings for you, is sincere and deep.
Can you feel my love?
Can you understand the truth of my heart?
On this snow-covered winter day, I add clothes to you, and silently say in my heart: Don't read, we are already reunited.
The snow in this deep winter is like the most beautiful falling flowers of the year, sprinkled and dancing.
And the plum blossoms in the depths of winter, with the strongest love of the year, stand proudly and bloom alone.
The late winter wind has arrived, with a hint of coolness, gently blowing on our cheeks.
I don't know who it is, in this cold winter day, silently waiting for a snowfall in the world, quietly promising time, making this peaceful life more frank and calm.
The years are in a hurry, the snow falls silently, and I don't know whose heart is quietly imprinted in a person's heart and a person's thoughts.
I am obsessed with this falling snow on earth because it allows me to glimpse the tears of life of snowflakes and experience the cycle of life of snowflakes.
I love the twilight snow of this world deeply, because it falls as deep and distant as my love for this land.
Let us find the traces of time together in this twilight snow, and feel the depth and warmth of love together.
Looking back at the moment of smiling, the years have passed, and things are wrong.
Perhaps, our lives will never go back to the past years.
Perhaps, we will never be able to recover the memories of the past in our lives.
The snowflakes fall quietly, so deep, so sincere, it seems to accompany the world again, accompany you in the distance, and witness this last snow in the world.
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