At this time, a snow belonging to winter tenaciously covers the earth, and the sky is white, mysterious and deep. The cold wind came like a knife, cutting through the silent emptiness and the fragility of the heart. The lingering cold, wrapped in snow, covered the past years into a pale gray gloom, as if it was a moment in a long time. The artistic conception of haze, frost flowers, cold wind, and yin makes people's hearts tremble, and their feelings are deep.
Momo wilderness, of course, is indispensable to the warmth of snow, she is the soul of the cold and lonely board in winter. The snow spirits flying in the sky, with vast holiness, fade away the mottled and chaotic vulgarity and self-isolation, and the whistling of the wind seems to be the echo of the universe. With the cold of the gusty wind, the mind was cleansed more clearly, and the thoughts became clearer. Perhaps, it is always necessary to go through the cold filter to find the veins of life, which are just scenes of prosperity and sadness.
Winter is late and twilight, snowy, cold, and melancholy. Pushed by the tide of life, dragged by the west wind of the cold wave, the pedestrians of the reverse journey move forward alone, and it is another year in the blink of an eye. Through some time, forget some faces, dreams may be lost in the wind, longing may be scattered in the snow, but always walk out of a deep and shallow footprints, on the white snow for a long time, inadvertently at the end of the year, suddenly found that life is very short, and the snow will cover the spring flowers in an instant!
The snow outside the window, the big flowers fly diagonally, light with coldness, cold and heavy, this snow stranded some warm and clean memories of the years; This wind, mottled with red dust like smoke, faded away the years like water. The wheel of time, in this way, in the wind and snow, kept turning round and round, turning away everyone's Jinsehua year, when there are more and more memories precipitated in life, the ignorant years have long been no longer young.
Like the flow of water to the end of the year, thinking about life, it is inevitable to sigh. Along the vein of winter, walking in a bad time, this life has been wasted, experienced countless vicissitudes of profit and loss, hesitation, depression, and more than no sorrow and hatred. Fortunately, after spending everything, I can still maintain a deep love for such a life, like a long wind slowly and tirelessly, willing to feel in the mundane dust, and pursue it in the distance, and all emotions seem to be able to get ** in this snowy moon.
The snow is too late in spring, so it wears the garden trees to make flying flowers." At the beginning of spring, everything should contain new meanings, but who said that the flowers bloom is spring, and the plum blossom branches are clearly still covered with winter snow. This time, the snow fell on the city, making this unfinished winter full of deep meaning. Walking in the vast snowy night, quietly feeling the elegance and silent shock of the sky, the cold feelings, how to grow are in vain to increase sadness, the eyes are full of plain white, dipped in the primary color of the harsh winter, how can you know that it is the moon or the snow that falls on the roof tiles?
Listen to the wind at dusk, the snow and the moon are thoughts, the moonlight is faintly soaked in Zen, the night sky is deep and far away, and those who wander in the cold current are always the story of time. In this frost journey, in the world of gain and loss, how many degrees of spring and autumn can be asked in the world? How many degrees of snow is there again? In the rush of morning and twilight, yesterday's joys and sorrows are far away, and today is still noisy. Dare to ask if you are in a hurry, stepping into the deep twilight, isn't it to see that little bit of residual snow slowly melt on the dark roof tiles? No matter what, spring is coming, may the distance of your dreams be warm.