In the winter when the prosperity is exhausted, with a simple heart, look forward to a snowflake encounter.
Winter, always look forward to a snow fall, like a romantic blossom, amazing time, gentle years.
Snow is the love of winter, the best gift to winter, and the warmest whisper in winter.
May it turn into a piece of snow and live up to the winter in this life! Let the days slow down, keep a heart, invite three or five friends, cook a pot of wine, warm a tea, count the years, and keep the rest of your life.
When the frost and snow soak the yellow leaves, when the crab leaves begin to bloom, when the reeds bloom all over the mountains, when the snowflakes fall throughout the winter, why don't we get up early and embrace this beautiful and simple winter. As Zheng Xie wrote in "After the Snow in the Mountains":
In the morning, the door is full of snow, and the snow is clear and the sun is cold.
The eaves are not dripping plum jelly, a kind of loneliness and idleness.
The sun is haunting, the breeze is blowing, the plum blossoms are blooming, simply like, in a shallow smile, we fold a plum blossom, put a bottle of winter color, and hide the warm color of winter.
When the weather is mild and cool, don't forget to give your world a clear day; no matter how the seasons change, let your heart sing.
The ancients said, "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." "In winter, plum blossoms are everywhere, and they are a large piece of incense, which is a unique extinctness.
In winter, make a date for yourself. Don't ask the wind, don't ask you, just about a ride, step on the snow to find plums, count the plum blossoms, enchanting in the purple and red dust. As Li Qingzhao wrote in "Qingping Le Nian Nian Xue":
In the snow every year, plum blossoms are often planted and drunk.
Exhaust the plum blossoms without good intentions, and win the tears of the clothes.
This year, at the end of the cape, Xiao Xiao's two sideburns are full of life.
Look at the late wind, so you should look at the plum blossoms.
Pick up a plum blossom, pick a bunch of romance, carry a wisp of dark incense, let the happy flowers bloom in the plum branches, string up each season that passes, and leave every affectionate inscription in life to winter.
A philosopher once said that life is a kaleidoscope of colors, and I watch it quietly and think quietly.
Slow down in winter, listen to an old song, warm a pot of old wine, visit an old friend, talk about an interesting thing, and play a good game of chess.
As Bai Juyi wrote in "Ask Liu Nineteen":
Green ant new wine, red clay small stove.
Late to the day want snow, can you drink a cup of nothing?
Lead a wisp of warm winter sun, burn a furnace of warmth, brew words for wine, drink snow into poetry, time is light, smile is still the same.
All the time you are happy to squander is not a waste. If you're tired, stop and listen to the snow. On days when the snow is not yet full and the snow is just right, listen to the sound of snow falling leaves, snow breaking bamboo branches, and snow filling the roof ridge. As Bai Juyi wrote in "Night Snow":
The pillow was cold, and the window was clear again.
At night, I know that the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding.
In the quiet winter night, listen to the sound of falling snow with you, quietly reverie, weave the wings of winter dreams, and feel the cold of snow.
Time, in the end, can not be disappointed, in this safe winter, do what you like, put on a piece of music, read a good book, stop the hurried pace, give the soul a holiday. As Ma Zhiyuan wrote in "Shouyang Qu Jiang Tian Twilight Snow":
The sky will be twilight, the snow is dancing, half plum blossoms and half fluttering willows.
The river came to the painting place in the evening, and the anglers returned one by one.
No matter how much life has gone through, we must maintain a love for life and expectations for the future. On the winter note, twist a ray of sunshine warmth, walk together with the soul, embrace the brightness, safely warm, in the white space of the years, a word of preciousness!
Read a snow, pure crystal, sweep away the dust of the soul; read a person, the soul looks at each other, rely on each other to warm; read a period of the past, warm years.
Always believe that on the road of life, all the unsatisfactory things are decorations, and all the beauty, even if it is tortuous, will eventually arrive. As Cen Shan wrote in "Bai Xue Song Sends the Military Judge Back to Beijing":
The north wind swept the white grass to the ground, and the snow flew in August.
Suddenly, like a spring breeze in the night, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed.
Scattered into the bead curtain wet curtain, fox fur is not warm brocade thin.
The general's horn bow could not be controlled, and it was difficult to protect the iron suit.
The HanHai was dry and iced, and the clouds of sorrow were bleak and condensed.
The Chinese army returned with wine, huqin pipa and qiang flute.
The snow fell one after another, and the wind and red flag froze.
The east gate of the wheel sent Jun to go, and when he went, the snow filled the Tianshan Road.
The mountain loop turned around and did not see jun, and the snow left a horse line.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons toss and turn, all the reluctance and parting, in this deep winter of drifting snow, will eventually form a tree on the pear branch, may you be safe, accompany you to the end of the world.
As soon as the wind blew, the snow had drifted, and I had to admit that the cold wind, the flowers, the silence, became a matter of concern in the heart, and the brows were clear.
The winter is full of light bitterness. In the quiet winter, it was like I was the only one in the whole world, fishing alone in the river. As Liu Zongyuan wrote in "Jiang Xue":
Thousands of mountain birds flew away, and thousands of people disappeared.
Lonely boat, fishing alone in the snow of the Cold River.
What I miss is not a warm spring day. Just that sentence: Winter should be very good, because you are still present, it is a small boat on your heart, catching a small fish on the hook.
It is better to let the days slow down, a room heater, a clean window, only prepare jasmine, wait for you to come back to make tea to drink, look at each other silently, only listen to the wind and listen to the rain...
Life is only four seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter. Although the four seasons can be reincarnated, life will not come back. The time that can't be held back, the years that can't be held back.
But may it be transformed into a piece of snow, and live up to this life and not to live up to winter. May we maturely understand cherishing, learn to cherish the happiness around us, and appreciate what we have. But may it be transformed into a piece of snow, and live up to this life and not to live up to winter. Take advantage of the time, take advantage of the present, and try to live the rest of the day.
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