In the early morning of winter, the sun shines poetically, and the tips of the new yellow leaves are covered with a faint golden glow. The light is like the endless warmth of late summer and early autumn, and like the last lingering taste of winter. The white window screen shines through, casting mottled light and shadow on the slightly old books on the small table, and the traces of time are precipitated between the lines.
Baby, are you in ** now? Have you felt the warm sunshine of early winter?
There is a deep, clear chill in the air, representing nature's awe of the arrival of winter and the change of seasons. As I took a deep breath of cool air, I felt myself smell the scent of snowflakes, a pure and perfect scent, like the love between you and me.
The books sat quietly on the small kitchen table, as if waiting for someone to tell them. I think of you, baby, of those winters, when we sat around the fire and you read me poetry. At that time, your eyes always sparkled, and that was your thirst for knowledge, your love for life. I just listened quietly, engrossed in your magnetic voice.
I got up and walked over to the fireside and began to prepare a pot of hot tea for us. The tea leaves are gently stretched in the hot water, as if the dormant life is being awakened one after another. The gift of nature and the accumulation of time, the fragrance of tea overflows. I remember that winter day when we drank tea together. You want to gently spray the tea leaves on the surface of the tea and enjoy each sip carefully. The look on his face, as if he had consumed all the fireworks in the world, had regained his original innocence.
Dear baby, are you thinking about me on this early winter morning? Do you miss those simple and beautiful days? They are short-lived, but they are deeply etched in our hearts. The little things about winter, the little things about tea, the little things about you and me, have become the most beautiful scenery in our hearts.
At this moment, I feel like I'm going to see you again. Standing among the golden ginkgo biloba leaves, the sun shines on you like a gift from God. You smiled at me, walked over and held my hand, and together we walked to the familiar hut, where there was fire, books, tea, and the love between you and me.
Dear baby, let's make another pot of warming in early winter to keep you warm. May the fragrance of tea permeate us and let the good memories remain in our hearts forever.
On a winter day like this, there's nothing more heartwarming than drinking a pot of hot tea together. Every sip of tea seems to carry your smile, your kindness, and every moment we spend together. Those moments are like tea leaves, slowly accumulated over the years and never forgotten.
Dear baby, this winter may be a little cold, but as long as you are by my side, I feel warm. May we spend this early winter together, may every morning be full of warmth and romance, and may a pot of hot tea become a proof of our love.
On such days, I want to share every exquisite beauty with you, spend the cold morning with you, and walk hand in hand with you through the changes of the four seasons. Because you are the most beautiful scenery in my life, and you are also the eternal destination in my heart.
Dear baby, please make a pot to warm you in early winter. This is the most beautiful agreement between us, and it is also the deepest love we have for each other. May this warmth and beauty always accompany us on our winter mornings.