dream. In my soul, there is an indescribable taste, an unexpected concern, and an unspeakable pain.
In this long period of time, perhaps, there are always many uncertainties. I wanted to fit myself into a thick scroll of memories that could not be separated, and use my pure thoughts to drive every part of my body.
Thoughts are the depths of the soul, and sometimes I am like a relative who has been pursuing for a long time and is difficult to see. Shut yourself in a room and be alone in the middle of every night, watching one scene after another of the dim sky in the sky, and quietly watching yourself in such a world. It was as if the whole world was just me.
Sometimes it seems to continue to spread through one neat snowflake after another, and finally only a pure blue remains.
These snowflake-covered holly are covered with snow in different postures, and there is a kind of melting wetness.
On every snowy day, countless snowflakes fall on every corner of the city, and like some people, they can see the snowflakes opening. I wish the happy Ruixue could understand these impossible problems. Perhaps it is assumed that we really cannot carry the car like nor embrace our travels like snowflakes with our respective missions.
Outside the window, winter is coming. Snow turns a night of jade into a winter, a winter, a hometown, a beautiful picture. The seasons that change from green to the first ascent, from the seasons that change from greenery, from the time of cyan to dusk.