The snow is like a flower, drunk and infatuated like a soul, quietly gathering white dreams, swaying into the labyrinth of the night.
At that moment, the snowflakes were graceful like fairies, and the trees stretched out their amorous palms, reverently accepting the endless flow of words.
Even time is frozen on the branches, waiting for a touch of romance, flying and elegant, to linger on a hazy path to be remembered.
Twilight adds to the cold, but in the masked night, there will be an empty city that expands in the spring.
The poet mortgages the most delicate sentences of early spring, imagines the perfect language, and pilots the raindrops read aloud in March.
So, the gentle wind, pulling the mood in the sea of flowers, brushing the snow tracks, like a guzheng melodious, playing out the sounds of nature, through the estrangement of time and space, and the eyes full of snowflakes are in contrast to each other.
The poet stood under the tree, looking up at the sky, and the sky was full of long-cherished wishes huddled together.
The fluttering and pretentious dragon surging poetry, evoking delicate snowflakes, dancing prosperous and magnificent silk threads, embroidering between the mountains and rivers, clouds and mist, as if you can smell the fragrance of flowers, listen to the murmuring of flowing water.
Ah, this is the rainy season in spring, and this snowflake crosses the boundary of reincarnation, isn't it the genetically modified spring rain?
2. On February 20, 24, the eleventh day of the first month of the first month of the first lunar year, the seasonal rain coincided with heavy snowfall in Beijing.