Flying Flowers in the Snow Moon, painting in the current year

The snow moon always makes the heart of winter poetic and warm, and it will also give birth to the feeling of Snow dancing and flying flowers. A heart is as light and soft as snowflakes. My thoughts seemed to have a pair of clean white wings, carrying the snow rising in the sky, flying over thousands of mountains and rivers, and returning to the place that made me dream and miss. The day before yesterday, you said your city had the first snow since winter, which was rarely later than mine. Snow always makes people who love in the distance deeply, and always makes the scenery in the eyes of strangers gentle and moved. Imagine that you are extremely delighted to welcome the late snow fairy into the heart of winter, and also bring a yearning of snow rhyme scent of plum blossom into your feelings. Imagine that in a pure and beautiful world of be covered with snow, you are waiting for the wind. Think about it, hold your hand, and walk together under the white feather of a sunny day. Heart thoughts and steps, just like the perseverance of those years, have always accompanied you to the deep part of Lin Xue. The dream of a piece of snowflake is not strong enough, and it is doomed to not fly high even if you want to fly. A heart that is not light enough and lacks the courage of being young and frivolous. In the end, there is no choice to wander around the world with you. The woman in the winter snow walked with a smile, and the monsoon rolled with long hair, passing by your young city. In these many years, the land has been painted firmly, and there is still a light and warm feeling when the wind and snow reappear. On the way of life, the tangled ideas gradually became calm and finally got a gentle feeling. Once the world was killed, was it just to fulfill one’s own growth? It happens to be a snowy Moon, and the time is cold and cool as well as a kind of kindness. There is no romance, and I still write love poems of falling snow yi yi. For no one, just for the little romance of heart, foil this streamer time. Some desires, flying away from the dream, walking in the world, the steps are elegant and calm, and the grass and trees grow out of the general scenery. Looking back, the snow road of deep and shallow memory, the oath made by meteor time and space, such as fireworks, is scattered all over the ground. Some decisions, unwilling, must be silent. Hidden in the eyebrows, the thoughts of shallow Dai, the pure wind and arrogant parting, were stained with a layer of cool frost and snow. Years of sewing flowers, how many years of wind and rain, change a flower to bloom and fall?! If life has never been prosperous and desolate, it has always been simple and quiet, and a plum heart listens to the fragrance of snow, sorrow and joy, and gathering, all of which are as light as clouds and water for roll back and forth, it is thought that it is the best life. The succession of green Meng and withered yellow will see all kinds of feelings in the world one by one and admire spring. Can you fill a cup of snow fragrance Kahlua?! Cold and boiled snow, when the monsoon rises peach blossom of memory, in the story of the moon, there is a light figure, no pain, no pain, no trouble. In the past few years, even if you choose to grow quietly, there will inevitably be pain. Most of the time, silence is also a kind of the strength to endure. The heart of forbearance opens up the dignified expression of air and circulates a life-flying self in a comedy way. Thoughts are as clear as snow, and colorful and transparent bubbles are broken. From then on, we are willing to make complicated life simple. Even if some people who want to cherish can’t be accompanied by Qingcheng White heads, slowly forget the unhappy self yesterday, and the sky behind the snow can also see the moon smiling. In the cool mountain with snow rhyme, the mountain was born and went smoothly, and a line of thoughts were made to step out a scene of unexpected encounter. Various aspects of the world, touched by deja vu. Time is peaceful and peaceful, clinging to the original color of life as pure white as snow, sparse, smiling and sending, shoulder-to-shoulder, with warmth in mind. Looking at the cold winter branches side, a few bright flowers fall; Calm, poetic heart Ran Ran, and with gentle dust fragrance, and love with the years. The heart is like snow, and the eyes are converted to cleanliness. A tree is full of Bodhi and shade, which locks a heart of wind and dust, is quiet and lives forever. In this season, the scenery of the world is so beautiful that it is quiet and cool, and the flowers of thousands of trees bloom, clean and bitter. In a romantic day like wind, snow and Moon, time flows away in seconds. Far away, it is still far away. The time falling at the bottom of the eyes is filled with faint snow fragrance. Winter Love, a different kind of bright, white, pure love. A ballad of the time, gently blooming in Tianyu, playing a few twists and turns endlessly, and then falling. The soft and warm palm holds a crystal heart, and the message in the wind is hung with colorful and beautiful makeup spots. Good Time, fleeting, and today’s day, all I care about is with me, why bother too much! Those who insist on the past will not be happy. However, the sharpness of the years will eventually cut off the branches and forks that are thin in green. Those uncertain endings, just draw a convinced perfection in your heart! At the intersection with a bright future, holding a posture of cracking and growing hair in bones, he got up and continued on his way. It is a beautiful season with snow Matching. It is suitable for three or two old friends. It is red mud small stove to cook snow, make a pot of old tea, talk about interesting things in life, and talk about old days. Suddenly, the time youngrace a lot, and the fireworks chamber also warmed up the fragrance. Or, under the night without wind and Moon, keep a cool thought after snow, hold a volume of poetry books, and hear Prunus mume News; Juer lowered his eyebrows, and fell with the years. In the morning of lunar November, a white yarn-inch window sill was pushed open, and a light-rolled heart and eyebrow explored the deep meaning of the season. He raised his head and gathered his eyes on the beautiful scenery. Finally, he was willing to release those fleeting thoughts that had been kept for a long time and banished the sky falling with snowflakes. One term, dancing, flying QQ:664524148 ___ micro signal: x664524148 praise (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

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