Romantic and beautiful snow copywriting

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-01-29

It should be the heavenly immortals who are drunk and crush the white clouds.

Li Bai "Qingping Le Painting Hall Morning Rise".

Every snowflake is like a word.

Fly away from the heart of the sky.

Cover on the ground. Paved with articles written in winter. —Bi Shumin.

The lightest foot in the world, the most silent foot.

Fall all over the world overnight.

I opened the door and smelled a new whiteness, a complete purity, too brilliant to describe.

Yuzhen's "Silent Snow".

As I walked, it snowed, and the snow was good, and I was fine, and it knocked on your window, and I will lock your door.

Hai Sang, "Walking and Walking, the World Gets Snowing".

The snow fell without distraction.

There is no obstacle in the world, and the heart is white.

Even if winter doesn't come, people who wait for snow.

I will continue to wait for the flowers to bloom.

Excerpt from Cao Yun's "Roasted Snow as a Poem".

I leaned out the window.

It's not the garden that you see.

It's a snowy night.

Snow makes silence palpable.

It is the fall and extinguishment of light.

Snow doesn't say anything.

Just a question.

Let millions of question marks fall into the world.

Pacheco, Night and Snow

If you fall out of love, when you can't wait for the ice and snow to melt, you will set a fire to burn all the snow and burn it into another spring.

Lin Qingxuan's "Boiling Snow".

Snow is the contrasting color of the night, as if someone has dipped a large pen in white color to re-mark all the branches, so that the shadows of the trees are white, far and near, overlapping in the night.

Feng Jicai's "Old Husband and Old Wife".

I am a man who is snowing in the dark.

If you don't come, I'll have snow.

Mu Xin's "The Skylark Screamed All Day".

Snow drifts like a white fairy falling on the earth.

Bring fresh air and beautiful scenery to people.

The snowflakes fall in Ba Jin's "Snow", as if the sky is pouring out its loneliness and sorrow.

Rabindranath Tagore, The Birds

If silence had to become a concrete substance, it would be snow.

Amélie Nodon.

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