Text|Song Tang.
Wait for a snow to fall in your heart
Morning and dusk turn, and it is the end of the year.
The cold wind pierces the branches and puts on a winter gown.
The winter land is quiet and beautiful, and everything is silent.
Thick old snow covered the fields, and the sky and the earth were empty.
The Tianshan Mountains, grasslands, and lakes are covered in silver.
Standing in the gap of time, watching the long river of time.
In a touch of the sun, how many spring flowers and autumn moons have been sealed in the dust.
Waiting for a snow to arrive is like waiting for a date.
I stepped on the snow in the wind and searched for the Han and Tang Dynasties.
Through the vastness of the years, I still remember the event, the scene, and the feelings.
There is always a feeling of wetness.
The pure white of the snow spreads.
Because of the unbridled and crazy poetry of the ancients.
Let the world be flashy, not stained with the dust of the years.
Reading with a plain heart is a long way to come.
The heart is long, only cherished.
The years are long, only self-awakening.
In this way, I can also see the scenery on the road of life.
How many things, like the wind and dust.
Life is short of a few winters and autumns.
In a hurry, it is getting farther and farther away.
A smoke, a lot of leisure.
If you understand the world, you will not be confused.
The season of snow dance, waiting for a meeting.
It is encountering a tree of cold plum Turui, quiet and beautiful.
There was a light breeze, and the dark fragrance floated.
Twist a ray of sunshine and flow with time.
Cherish a kind of love and soothe the vicissitudes of the world.
A tree, a leaf, a fruit.
After the four seasons of wind, frost, snow and rain.
The past is like smoke, and the years are shallow.
I slowly poured my thoughts into the tip of the pen.
Depicting a mountain, a river, a grass and a tree.
In winter, the years are quiet and deep.
I blame myself, and I feel free to do it.
Stop, or stay.
They all pass by, come and go in each other's worlds.
After condensing the incense for many years, we will continue to go far.
However, I don't know how many times I used the impulse.
Farewell to your long journey.
Heavy snow welcomes winter, and ice covers all the scenery.
So, wait for a snowflake to fall in my heart.
to tell the shallow nature of the short love of the paper.
It's just that those wind and moon are far away.
Walk at the intersection of time and let the wind blow through the mountains and seas.
Clouds drift past the window.
In winter, listen to the snow
Whenever winter comes.
Snowflakes fall slowly from the sky.
Each piece is like a messenger from time immemorial.
This naturally lovely elf.
Coming with an untold story.
There is a kind of love in this world, which makes people nostalgic.
Whether the clouds are light and the wind is light, or the moonlight is like silver.
Every encounter is the true love of a period of time.
I can't remember anything about you.
I've searched for small cities.
The lonely shadow stands in the alley where they once met.
Not to meet again, just to pick up fragments of the past.
I miss that time, and my original heart was like snow.
The ferry of the years, alone put the winter simple.
Pierce through the glitz of this earthly world and leave the mottled memories behind.
Ripples ripple in a person's heart.
Quiet time, extra time in the space.
Although the cold along the way.
I have long forgotten the fate of being involuntary.
In winter, it is a dreamland of flying snowflakes.
Pick a branch of plum and take a few snowflakes to make tea.
Prosperity and loneliness are intertwined with the past.
Leave a clean corner of the mind.
The heaviness of the years haunts my heart.
Every step seems to be able to step on the strongest note of history.
Live up to the time, live up to the encounter.
There is a love that is not around each other.
That doesn't mean you haven't missed it.
Stories that have been forgotten in the world.
At this moment, it is as if I have been awakened again.
I just don't want to think about it again.
Or perhaps, who can wait until the day of meeting.
Listen to the snow in winter, and feel the nature again to simplify the complex.
In the snow, we find a place of peace of mind.
The snowflakes flying in the sky are calm and calm.
The snowflakes are white and delicate, washing away the dust.
Along the journey of time, there is no turning back.
Those landscapes frozen in silhouettes are indifferent and calm.
The prosperity is gone, only profound and heavy.
The snow of the past is white and crystalline, pure and clear with the years.
still can't take away the passion of youth.
In the season of snowfall, with the blank space of life.
Wait for winter to go to spring, another cycle.