Stepping on the snow to find plums, a faint sense of nostalgia
Text/Snow Reflects Plum Blossoms
Yesterday was still a willow into rhyme
It is now a snowy hunt for plums
Years that can't be kept, time that can't be locked
Some obsession, gently spread over the brow
What can't be reached is called far away
The name that can't go back is called hometown
Tang Feng Song Yun lived a simple life
Write down the small print of the red letter of the Ping shu Ge Lu and the line is regrettable
Suddenly looking back on the wind and sour, sweet and bitter
How many past events have become smoke clouds, how many times have become old things
It is destined to be a tear in the corner of the eye when looking back
Faintly slipped down the twisted flower smile, sighing that the years are still quiet
The bag of the heart, the torturous heavy steps
With a tired body, the years have changed their appearance
Lamei Ling Han blossomed again and was full of nostalgia for another year
Shadow horizontal oblique dark incense floating can have a return period
In the time of mountain and water
Even though the years are cold and difficult to understand
Holding a book and idly reading to pick up a warm sun
Store warmth and look forward to the chrysanthemums in the distance
The years do not spare the flow of people and do not grow old
Prosperous three thousand you float like a dream of the original heart do not forget
Plum blossoms love snow and don't know, and bloom in the snow to be lovers
Three thousand petals of fang's heart are broken, and the pieces of incense and soul are all poems
In the dream, there are all the attachments of hometown
There are also smokes coming home to eat
Snow Dance to clear the shadow, a cut of cold plum dream
Smile and watch the winter snow fall, waiting for the new spring to come
See all the cold and warm of the world, give up the glitz of three thousand
Look down on human feelings and live as a proud snow plum
Through the vicissitudes of the world to be a strong person in life
The sky of the mind will be light and cloudy
How much of the past
Turn into a white moonlight in your heart
How much excitement of the original heart
Transformed into a cinnabar mole on the chest
Thinking of the heavens and the earth, weaving the vicissitudes of the world
The most is that the human world cannot be retained, zhu Yan resigns the mirror flower and the tree
Away from the hustle and bustle of the world, the flow of years is at your fingertips
Fanghua can't stay this night, and it's time for the next year's flowers to bloom