Sunny night is a different kind of romance. The wind blew away, and a dark fragrance suddenly came to the face, which was once the sweetness of tears, but it was soaked with a trace of warm cold, so, in this winter, it turned into a feeling sealed in the heart, and on the second day that was about to end, the feelings in my heart still lingered.
The winter wind blew green all the willow branches and blew down countless branches. Wandering in the cold wind, as if I would not be able to do it myself, but in this cycle of life, I had to grasp it. Sometimes, I have to admit, I confess, I am only a gust of wind, but the wind can be light, so that I can blow away the red that falls all over the ground, so I decide to expose it, and I will make a short moment of my life.
The wind, blowing away my impetuosity, blew dry my impetuousness. In this way, in this ordinary earthly world, I only wish to keep a sense of tranquility and indifference, and do and cherish.
In the winter, a north wind came.
The wind blows through the mountains, clear as jade, the climate is cool, giving people a refreshing feeling.
But this is not a preparation for such a winter, this year's climate is very special, the winter has been very warm.