"Rongcheng Xueyi" | text: Junge Wentao
"I want it to dance on my lips and land to melt the warmth of the aloneness"
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Before dawn could fully open the night sky, heavy snow was falling outside the window.
It was as if by chance, this time it was so unpredictable that it was fortunate to come to the earth. You see if I am in a hurry, my feet are still bare, I walked to the platform, as far as I can see, the top of the house, and the figure of the grass and trees, are already light yarn.
I couldn't help but reach out and stroke this tender bone, and it flowed between my fingers.
Gaze at it for a moment, this natural princess is not exactly your rhyme.
You know it's the biggest snow I've ever encountered when I stop in Rongcheng, and it's so powerful, and it's the same for you.
The breeze quietly hit the body, and the green silk that swayed in the wind was cool.
The floating clouds in the sky are already moving, and there is no need to follow the illusory footsteps.
Simply make yourself a costume to walk in the snow, every time the flying flowers on your head fall, they are lingering and full of clothes.
I think these are all given to us by snow. There are no flowers blooming in winter, but whenever you miss the soft collapse, the flowers bloom on your body.
Slowly up from the foot of the mountain, follow the breeze of your arm in arm into the jungle, the hair that wants to melt in the trees, in the shade or on the hillside, you can see your shyness and delicacy.
Along the jinjiang river, look at the graceful limbs, meandering and stretching, walking at will, with a long bend of ice, Tao Yang frank acquiescence.
/02/
Winter's savings, more and more strong and beautiful, melting into the trickle of grace, stretching out a more tacit appreciation.
The enduring ripples, beyond my vision, reflected a magnificent sunset. So all this is conceived in this silence. I don't want to throw the usual prophecies into the river and stir up momentary fragments, but the acquisition often begins with the beginning of the wordless.
Space is not far apart, time is closer to it, they travel through the breath, or they are dreaming on the flat boat of longing.
I want you to fall by your side, the long hair fluttering in the snow, overlapping each other's crystals, a warm engagement.
Night is about to fall, a dancing bird, flying home, the lines of anime, clear surrounding in the snow song, ringing the beat of encounter, and the bravery of the steps.
The city is quiet in a smart note. Light a cigarette, and the fantasy fireworks instantly emit a warm cracking sound. Friend, even though, it is not a kind of happiness for me.
At this time, the warm wine, drunk and comfortable, is now at the bottom of the cup, like the light of xia.
Open the CD track, suppress the ups and downs, listen to the middle, and cross the long shell of the hearing.
Not every snow falls heavily. I think that the whiteness of the snow drifting into the human world again is to inspire the heart to the original idea!
I want it to dance on the lips, land and melt the warm alone, and send a beautiful opening in the amorous years.
The scenery left behind, the feelings that have come to life, are inlaid with beautiful memories.
It's night! Wake up tomorrow, your grooming, can be carefully combed, lurking in the nostalgia.
As the pieces of snow folded closer to the alley, the old far let me see the low head of a tree, whose footsteps are calm, will visit your bones, the fields of spring!
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Pen name: Junge Wentao, words are the carrier of emotions, words and sentences can be simplified, but can not lose the connotation.
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