[If he is in the same snow, he can be regarded as a common whitehead in this life]
Text: Mulan fell dew
The winter solstice, what is interesting, snow, plum. Small Xuan window, ten thousand silent, cold winding, painting a branch of su mei, for the petal eighty and one, the sun dyes a petal, the end of the petal is nine or nine out, but the spring is deep.
Yu thought that after a few years, he would go to the feast of all things in the deep forest, and he could still burst into tears. See the grass and trees of the world, on the banks of the rocks, on the top of the mountains, in the depths of the forests, in the breadth of heaven and earth. The spirit is terrified, the thoughts are scattered, what if this is so beautiful?
This journey is long, swimming in the world, not melting, especially inseparable, never as desired. Ten thousand volumes of poetry books, a pillow of dan lead, a little sadness when you wake up. Afraid of people asking questions, young people have ambitions, but also have no ambitions, in the prosperous world, it is difficult to live by themselves. However, reflexive self-care, the old things forget seven points, the sorrow and joy are all derived from the name of merit, the three points are faintly visible, and the heartbeat is all grass and wood fragments.
A look is the snow that flutters in the wind, and the chat is comforting. Recalling the past, the brother and his classmates looked for green pines in the mountains and forests, hoping to pick up a few branches of green pines and celebrate the New Year. Gone for a long time, did not return. My heart was troubled, and I got up to look for him. Stepping on the trail in the corner of the mountain, the flowers are flying, the snow is melting, not willing to step on, the dead wood is sleeping, and the heart is impatient. The snow fog lingers, birds and beasts grow and grow, and flocks of birds stand up and descend, pecking at the snow, and occasionally leaving finger claws on the snow. Yu Qing was pleased with its quiet beauty, and could not bear to be alarmed, and after it, it seemed to walk away for eternity. This scene, carved in the heart, is willing to look back again, I don't know what life is like, it should be like Flying Flying Snow.
Then take care of the fall of the dots under the building, not into the prosperity. The school has begonias, vines, and purple catalpa trees, which dominate every year. Accompanying me several degrees of spring and autumn, the vast withering, the sound of silent appreciation, the moon under the silence, and the fall and the fall. Often picking flowers on the steps, lights and moons and people, are unforgettable. The flowers, without sorrow, accompany me, and I, without joy, sit on the side of the flowers. It is a pity that the things of the world are difficult to be calm, and it is in vain to worry and delay in realizing, and it is originally accompanied by no flowers, and it is also really displeased.
I am shocked, how many things in life, how sad and happy? Joy is true, sorrow is true. Thinking of the years, the haunting of the mind, it is the world's grass and tree scenery, but the spring color swaying, the mountains and rivers have changed several degrees of autumn, Yu is still a body of old snow, stopped here, looking forward to sorrow, and remembering the faces of the mountains and rivers.
The rest of the people have a long-cherished wish, if he is pouring snow together, this life can also be regarded as a common whitehead. However, the young people here are not allowed, but the wind and snow of the grass and trees are allowed. The snow falls on the mountains and rivers, the cold winter pruning is also invincible, listening to the side ears, all things whisper, unconsciously, the snow falls all over the mountains and rivers, dyeing my hair white. Originally, it was respectful but not afraid, affectionate and not foxy, a grass and a tree, a mountain and a water, I waved nothing white, and I did not write all the customs and ravines of all things with my pen. Yu is not alone, and he and the moonlight are also very happy, and this romance belongs only to it.
Written at the end of the credits:
We all have a lot of dissatisfaction, persuade ourselves to be calm, but fail to be calm. When you think back on the past, you find those beautiful landscapes. Once loved the snow, did not want to step on, once cherished flowers, picked up flowers alone under the trees, once walked in the peach forest, the sun fell, accompanied by flowers, and forgot the dark fear. What an ordinary landscape, and then it becomes a solace, let our hearts live affectionately. If you can, I would like to snow with heaven and earth, become the only romance in this life, and be my high-level and interesting friend.