The snow is cold and deep, and the flowers are far away

In the middle of the night, a storm and snow covered everything, and the flying snowflakes fell like fairy scattered flowers, falling lightly, on the branches, on the deva, between the streams, and also on the damp heart.

Winter, more is lonely and cold, snow comes, there is more agility and beauty. Its white and immaculate, its endless horizon, all give us unlimited reverie and endless hope.

Some people say that snowy days are suitable for missing. Warmth rises in the heart, and it can resist this cold day and night. The shallow smile, the warm palm of the hand, the casual whisper, the dragonfly on the forehead, all became the warm sun in winter.

Reaching the coldest corner of the soul, it seems to have a fireplace, baking a thousand years of ice. Looking forward to the delicate flower buds that can bloom in the cold corner, adding a touch of fragrance and warmth to the daily life of this Xiao Suo. The wind is gentle, the snow is romantic, and the flush of the cheeks is as bright as spring. It became the most delicate and lovely child in this winter.

The green mountains are not old, for the snow white head

There is always an encounter, as if caught in a bottomless abyss, forgetting the way to come, and unable to find the direction to go. There is always an encounter that makes you suddenly cheerful, looking for, finally meeting, willing to be at the end of the snowflakes, looking forward to it, determined to run, deep and shallow, the head is white, and the snowflakes together to perform a beautiful dance. Even if the next second will melt, it will be unswerving, without complaint or regret.

Leaning on the window to enjoy the snow, brewing a pot of old tea, tea smoke swirled around four times. The cup is held in the palm of the hand, sipping lightly, there is the taste of snowflakes, sweet silk, cool and cool, like those beautiful love, refreshing the spleen, giving people the power of rebirth, against the turbulent flow of years.

Looking around, it seems that there has never been one color in the universe, without any impurities, and like my sincere love, pure and thin. Glowing with a faint glow, in the sunlight, it stung his eyes, and tears rushed out. This annoying time always has to make people cry in order to leave an indelible mark. Even so, be brave enough to love as if you had never been hurt.

A handful of snowflakes in the palm of the hand, it seems to have the smell of roses, Xu is too much love for roses, try to make the lips and teeth close, the grand cool air is trembling, the ice awakens every cell, and also freezes the enthusiasm like fire. In the end, it is the spirit of winter, how can there be no proud bone of winter? It lowers all the temperatures to the freezing point, and it turns out that snow is the king of winter.

Gently caressing the white snow covered on the branches, as soft as satin, like the red lips of a lover, from cold to fiery, remorse, should not touch this quiet world, what kind of love to pay, in order to make it as good as ever. Therefore, the expectation is slowly condensed, and it is like a scattered heart, picking up, so that it is good to walk alone.

Listen to the sound of a snow falling, not natural, better than natural. Silent, but indulging in endless imagination. Or classical romantic piano music, or affectionate and long-distance guqin music, or lazy and sad guitar music, it is your inner voice.

Is it snowing there? Did you hear the snow?