"Yun Hai Wen Tu Original"
___ After the spring snow, look forward to the good years and the time is safe;
Hope for spring snow, please tomorrow is sunny and brilliant, the wind is warm...
^_^
On the night of spring snow, the brilliant stars twinkle,
Chills begin.
Between the skylines, the brilliant silver starry sky disappeared,
The night is boundless...
Fucheng, after the spring snow, plays a white imagination,
Affectionate, gentle,
As if whispering to her silent thoughts,
Some are idyllic and so beautiful;
Outside the window, there is a slight trembling in the weak spring breeze,
Whispering, dancing,
As if reciting the poetry of her nostalgia,
So soft, so soft;
Spring breeze, rising in the middle of the night, gently;
Spring snow, melting into the earth, quiet...
I, in the scent of tea, lean against the window,
Looking out at the endless night,
Feeling the whispers of the japanese wind,
Touching the cold after the snow,
Listening to the Sanskrit sound of the heart...
Everything is hovering in speculation,
All, all paced in thought;
The spring breeze continues to rise in the middle of the night, gently,
Spring snow, persistently blending into the earth, quiet...
^_^
Thinking back to the time of the snow this morning,
The snowflakes that flutter and flutter,
Constantly silently and tenderly patting the window ledge,
In an instant, it turned into a slender bead of water,
Slowly flowing...
This, like the long chain of time, has not been broken,
Stubbornness has been flowing, and in the flow,
Narrating the five tastes of life,
Reflecting the decline and prosperity of the world...
At this time, in my heart,
I fell in love with the ink color of this attack,
Relieved, dialogue with Spring Wind, shake hands with Spring Snow;
At this moment, in the depths of the soul,
And remembering that unforgettable warmth,
Dancing solo, although a little lonely, but not lonely.
Because, accompanied by wind and snow, the impulse of the night arises,
Just like quietly staring at the Tang poems and Song Ci,
That chapter of the fragrant red sleeves,
inadvertently
A glimmer of joy that shakes out...
This joy, emitting a faint fragrance,
Floating in the sea of hearts;
Looking forward to,
In this thick dark color,
There is a bright color blooming;
The color of the heart is full of color,
will dispel the monotony of black and white,
Gradually clearing...
Such a snowy spring night belongs to itself.
A man in the stillness of the night,
Admire the purity and freshness of the spring snow.
It's like washing away the footprints of red dust love,
In the snow rhyme,
That was the past,
Gradually clear, and gradually blurred,
Finally, gradually, fading into the spring snow night...
A man in the middle of the night,
Listen to the soft sound of the spring breeze.
It's like a shallow singing and whispering a melody composed by dark incense,
Where the wind rises,
Conveying the notes of yangchun white snow, high and low,
Because, this note belongs to only one person...
At this moment, at this moment,
At this moment, between the streets and alleys,
This is exactly:
After the spring snow, look forward to the good years and the time is safe;
Hope for spring snow, please tomorrow is sunny and the wind is happy...
This is the prayer of the heart, this is the watchful eye of love!
I, looking forward to...
Dear friends, let's go together, shall we? ......
——The sea of clouds slammed in the middle of the night after the spring snow, and in the imagination, inspiration prompted thoughts, and wrote true emotional words, which was written into this article. I would like to share this with my partners.
Folks, good night in the spring snow.
