I to the snow also could not write
For a long time, like snow, like snow and all, oneself also couldn't say for sure what exactly because of this, just meet it snows, especially excited, saw snow write poetry, fondle admiringly, heard the song be tempted with snow is set to cycle.
I think, the preference of snow, is because the snow in my name, perhaps because the day I was born in the snow, and snow may be dedicated to the each cycle to a MeiXue about commitment, and let me have a kind of yearning!
So, every winter I wait in the waiting for, hope in waiting, looking forward to a pulse pure white snow, with no means of quietly elegant, long sleeve the dance with the long aftertaste letting a person of winter.
Many people don't like winter this season, I don't like cold water thin mountain, at this time of year end fall. But I will because of a love of snow, so the frost fall winter, in my eyes are full of poetic flavour, again like a ink-wash painting depicts a unique flavor.
Like snow, snow often write, write pure snow, the artistic conception of the snow, and snow of the whole city. Admittedly, even I couldn't thin pen to write the kind of loving feelings, heart pure white snow quietly elegant, incisively and vividly of mind.
Every winter, fluttering snowflakes the against the bitter cold of the north, from the distant horizon swirl air, at this moment, contained sweet waiting Chinese plum flowers bloom in snow branches full of brilliant. Hung in the embrace of that a moment, mei xiang, smile smile tell endless lovesickness and snow fell in love. This the old love letters describing the 'corner several branch plum, ling2 han2 open, distance is not snow, for a fragrance to'. How all the sentient beings of envy, admiration for them!
I really like the snow! The downy feather snowflakes, from the music of the elves, natural as if coagulate fat face, don't dye dust of temperament, not to contend for conduct, have been half of my heart. Looked at the patches of snow all graceful the dance in the air, lightsome and elegant chasing, just like the fairy open grand ball, collards surplus sleeve, grain safety of whirling about dancing in the sky. This dream is like the general artistic conception, let I lost heart, lost soul. As if light myself if dancing with the fallen petal, intoxicated with them.
Decayed, snow dance, tonight I drowned himself in the decayed snowy day, against the enchanting north wind, the night, with arms wide open as three thousand moss dazzle dance with the snowflakes. Dance of attraction in the world charm, all the love thing in the world. At this moment, I forgot the girl missish, leaning but let life a romantic partners snow while drunk ZuiWu cannot grow in this snow area.
For a long time, green heart cherished a dream, the dream of one day can depend on this spectacular snowy day with beloved person, the net be buckled stroll in jiangnan bluestone paving deep alleys, wet a roll of the long skirt, with several jiangnan sensitivity. Or, surround furnace tea cooking cooking wine, listen to a song of snow and warm light, huai ying ying to depict a purples tassel. So, how poetic life, how happy ah! In the twilight, and then look at the colorful light, every life in the heart of the snow for plum taste dancing all over. Sigh with emotion, the mind that pulse heart gently lit coloured glaze is like a dream, to go to the warm heart that contains the infinite affection of dreams.
White like snow, like it in the world. Starting out looked at a piece of white, surprised, white is so pure, NingMu that turn white with a swaying branches, mottled scenery, coloured glaze ridge, everything seems to have the aura. Sighed with emotion, the snow is really is too pure, so that the world of glitz hustle dark side of this is also a, return to the original natural element face, appear pure and good.
Like in this flawless world, wen wan a simple foolish heart, put on your all feeling, draw a city on the snow, I went into the city gently scooped handfuls of snow, deeply kiss, actually perceive a pulse, gentle affectionate and the tender feelings what gave me a rounded move! This just understand, the snow is a thinking, snow is a soul. Seems the cold snow, but release the sweet warm. At this point, I don't know is drunk dream? Or drunk heart? But, I don't know this life has gone out of the city...
Looking at the snowflakes flying spin down, in the form of a kind of silent release with passion, jing is colourful the flowing time, wen run a carefree days. Mei hue into the tender feelings, the drunk snow, also warm winter this season. Admittedly, snow, may is after how many times reincarnation just had to know each other, love. Are you waiting for me, I fall for you MeiXue of love. Snow, gave me too much imagination and fantasy, passion and moved. Maybe the past I was a snowflake, but love is in the heart left a plum blossom in winter. So, just had my empathy for MeiXue love, just had to MeiXue love soul delusion. Perhaps, this is really let me fall in love love snow!
Yes, I feel the MeiXue of love, I also should seek a to die of love. Like xu zhimo said, "life at least one time that forget yourself for someone, don't beg a result, no company, no ownership, even don't beg you love me, but in my most beautiful years, met you." As a result, this life for a life without love flower blossom, even if hurt in the beating time time, even if to tea on Monday. Even if will use a lifetime to wait for, I would also like to. Because is worth, the feelings will also let oneself have a little touched, only to understand, also let oneself have a sense of happiness.
Also swirl of snow flying in the sky. Falling on the earth, hazy poetry hid so desolate. Fell into the pond, the smell of the gentle summer fragrance of lotus leaves, float to the window lattice, amorous into pieces of beautiful window open. Fell on me, along the forehead is in accordance with his face slowly melting, like a close touch, appears on the skin go with me telling the twittering xinyu, instant, a feeling into my body, flowing in my life. Inadvertently also permeated in snow dance at night.
With the night, down the steps of text I walked into the heart of the snow, and into the waters of the world of snow. In this lifetime, but let keep this leaves, sweet mo xiang, twist a case with a pure feelings, let happiness in the years contracted and continuous as a happy start flowering in rough times.
At this time of night, quiet, quiet, quiet can hear the snow falling. Also to hear I'm looking forward to a 'wish to have a heart, whitehead don't' 'love and throbbing heart sounds, or not? SHHH, you listen, you listen to!
