Life is not the pursuit of poetry, but poetry itself. 」
Original text: Tugna Ritu Network (invaded and deleted).
It snowed heavily overnight, and the mountains and rivers were covered with snow. "The fog is thick, the sky and the clouds and the mountains and the water, the top and bottom are white. ”
The green mountains are covered in silver, the birds are singing and the mountains are quiet, and the people are lonely. Thousands of mountains are hung white all over the wilderness, and the mountains and the sea of clouds are integrated. The mountains, cold and beautiful, are as beautiful as a fairyland, independent but not stained with dust.
The wind and cold clouds, the first glow after the snow, and the sun is particularly dazzling. The air is still full of cold, revealing this splendor, with a poetic heart, lighting up the warmth in the wilderness of the years.
The snow is thin and cool, but the snow is affectionate. As far as the eye can see, the plum snow shines, the willow branches and buds break through the snow, and the lake surface is frozen like a mirror. The mountains and trees are just waiting for the spring breeze to blow their sleeves.
Snow is the romance of the world. There are endless snowmen, and every frame is full of joy. The immortals crushed the white clouds and scattered them in the world, which fulfilled the expectations of the world.
Dressed in plain white, between heaven and earth, it simplifies desires and breeds joy and tenderness. Everything in the world melts into a gentle river, flowing slowly and leisurely.
This snow is at the right time, overturning the world's white, stepping on the footsteps of the new year, burying a brilliant foreshadowing, pregnant with endless hope.
In the year of the snow megapenny, the snow falls and everything is born. This is a new beginning, all the prosperity and impetuosity are gone, the primitive rhythm of life is more obvious, and the inner voice is clearer. Although there is no word, between breaths, the heart is clear.
The four seasons have long been engraved with cold and warmth. Walking through the spring when the grass grows and the warbler flies, passing through the summer when the sun is like fire, reading the autumn of lovesickness, and in the simple winter, the pen is **, and life is true.
A heavy snowfall, carrying heaven and earth. A true heart that embraces all things. Thousands of ways of life, just wait to live sincerely, see through the prosperity, and sit through the loneliness.
When the snow falls and you listen to the meditation, everything will be reborn. Taste the fragrance of tea, wear the moonlight, in the silent night, sit around the fireplace, raise a glass and talk homely.
Floating clouds blow into snow, and the taste of the world is boiled into tea. Always say goodbye and welcome a new beginning. No matter how cold this winter is, no matter how many worries there have been, we will continue to move forward with the meaning of new life.
Just as people hope for the situation, "the cold winter is a good year, and there are stars in the sky." I like to see the golden ears of wheat drooping, and the harvest is abundant. ”
Ruixue preludes and introduces the new year. Endless joy in the present and endless words in the coming year. Through the joy of the Ruixue Trillion Year, sow the seeds of hope, have dreams, and breathe out fragrance.
May you live up to your youth and youth. May you not complain of parting, and do not say anything worried. May you keep the years of mercy and look down on all the things in the world.
Ruixue is a good year, the mountains and rivers are safe, and the world is Chang'an