Snow is a silent language, with the flying free, riding on the wings of the wind, traveling in their own world, the south snow free, even if the fall is also your cold tears. Each snowflake, represents a person's loneliness, otherwise your world how are silent, like a extraordinary as if done by the spirits of sculpture, with white wrote a quiet and holy
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Every season of change, is a long wait, snow day, everywhere is a deciduous, and yellow and grass. Amazing three seasons, is really a kind of attachment in the heart, reluctant to leave, don't just drop it. All surprise the joy of harvest fruit, who cares about the leaves the vicissitudes of life. The autumn marks, but for you to drop the sad, the clear stripes recorded from spring to autumn experience, you are with luxuriant foliage will be fruitful, you Zhefengdangyu rest under a tree to passers-by. I saw your face old, at waiting, waiting for the snow of winter, you will be willing to sleep, to sleep in the arms of mother earth.
Life is not a promise of waiting, waiting for about, stood up together, may be separated again. Waiting is not a verbal commitment, waiting is a distant hope, waiting for their hearts without regret oath, only to the snow met, waiting for each to snow in winter. Because there is a thick layer of ice and snow inner feelings, will my words there are endless snow feelings don't finish the word, like a tree resistance to live lonely cold pine, white snow scorning alone.
You from the sky, from the cloud's arms
Sculptra, I stood in the cliff alone to watch the moon breeze, in the lonely I read the mountain stream, flow wind. As the snow is very boring day, I dreamed many times hold the snow lying on the ice. You are falling quietly, like cotton, like teaching, million trees open, flying all over the sky, the sun at the moment are hiding behind the clouds, at this time, the world only you one branch alone beautiful, one piece, a piece of, all over the sky flying.
A suddenly falling snow, whether the loneliness and hesitation, you look like a blooming in the earthly love, your shadow left me not cold, snow in the plum blossom. I'm not before you rush the passer, you are not my people in paintings, maybe you and I are the scenery of others on the road.
Snow is a poem, chants the many lonely people, the bending and pine branches still stand, only cold pine can be read to snow, snow snow Xinyu, temperament and style, only cold pine can hear the snow falling, understand you blossom is talk in a simple, a surge, a flat, a sad, a lonely. A past and worldly entanglements, only in the wind and snow, can the cold pine character.
Snow is a song, a very touching song, no superfluous words, every sentence is deep joy, a line winding footprints, there are two snowmen side together, rely on each other in smoke in the wind and snow, never abandon. Hold hands with you, is not the best time of agreement, the piercing wind roar, isn't it snow in unique excitement, a break, a condensation, a combustion. Not all over the sky of the dance, wo still will not have the boundless
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