Take a winter train ride and watch a colorful fireworks in spring.
Text: Yang Jieqing.
White butterflies, flying again.
Let love talk to winter, tell the fairy tale of warmth in the cold.
Hands trembling in the wind, uncovered.
A hazy veil of the sky.
Whose vow, slowly sprouts in the snow.
Rutting crushing time. Whose heart hurts.
Flowing all over the ground. Countenance.
With a little embarrassment.
I want to be an ice dancer.
Preach for a period of time, and a large section of white space floats in the air.
Letterhead, retracted into layers of snow-white hair.
Knock it open, rust horizontally, vertically, skimming, and pinching.
The frozen face makes it difficult to make complex expressions.
Love is one of the simplest expressions.
Pure to the extreme, unhurried.
Freehand a landscape painting.
Climb to the top of the mountain and trample the haze under your feet.
The smile of the river is white and flawless.
Trees, chirping like birds.
Listen, who stumbles into the picture scroll.
Who, waving pen and ink, depicts poetic chic.
Hop on a winter train and watch a colorful fireworks in spring.
Postscript: When another snow falls in the spring season; When you see the snowflakes flying all over the sky like butterflies, what kind of feeling will you have in your heart that rises with your thoughts and blends into the snow.