The snow fell silently, remembering that there was you
Author: Qianyun Source: Raindrop Wenyuan
Edited by: Ichimon Fangfei ID;dreamflymf
Who says the snow falls silently? Snow is the heart language of winter.
Some people say that the space of the heart is sometimes very large, large enough to hold the whole world.
Snow, the spirit of winter, can be heard, the most beautiful melody in the world.
If you can, please send your heart across the clock and give it all. Heart words, such as warm lines of poetry, gentle thoughts, will quietly gather in the heart and fall where they can be heard.
It is said that snowflakes are the embodiment of raindrops.
Countless raindrops, changing into snowflakes, falling. Only because of the clarity of the raindrops, the snowflakes become white and immaculate. Snow, with the agility of water, flows into the corners of the soul and blooms with pure white heart words.
Snow fell, warmed the time, softened the years.
It is said that winter is a white season. White sky, white earth...
Whose poetry renders winter and understands the flow of years?
The Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's "Early Winter" is quite interesting: the weather in Jiangnan in October is good, and the poor winter scenery is like spring. The frost is light and does not kill the grass, and the dry desert sand is dry at the beginning of the warm day. The old garnet leaves are yellow like tender trees, and the cold cherry blossoms are white flowers.
In the early winter of the depression, there is still a spring-like cuteness in the scenery.
Compose your thoughts into a winter love song, quietly rely on the warmth of time, and sing softly. Bloom quietly in euphemisms, turn quietly, and slowly flow into the river of time.
If you like, brew a pot of tea, sit alone in front of the window, and wait for the snow to fall.
Shan snow, gently dusted away, the glitz of that life.
The snow falls silently, the heart has a covenant, just for that understanding, in the light flow of years, to find a place of relief of the heart.
Winter's life, perhaps short, is partial to snowflakes, giving the soul of winter. If you read it early, the soul is no longer lonely, and the distance is no longer far away.
Listen to the voice of the heart, call softly, it is snowing here, it is snowing.
Looking sideways, fine snowflakes condensed on the eyelashes, slowly without a trace. It is untouchable beauty, if you want to cry, cry, if you want to laugh, laugh.
The beginning of the heart, here.
Winter snow, that piece of snow, with life, compose the original color, light, gentle...