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The first snow is whispering.

Finally, it was consummated, because of Cher's unexpected arrival, the charm of winter was vividly revealed.

The night was deep, and the dim street lamps were lit in the distance. The fog on the glass obscures the view, and everything is like frosted, mysterious and ghostly. In fact, the night just needs to have a looming charm.

The fingers mischievously scratched a snow word on the fog, and the transparent notes were left like hollows, and there was a rare thoroughness in the hazy corner. It was such a casual action, but it gave insight into the most precious thing of the night.

The snow is really snowing, and the pity for the snow has never been inexplicable, and when I can't wait to open the window, it flutters all over the sky and quietly arrives ......, and then my mind is also blank, if you say the feeling at this time, maybe it is warm. Without any warning, they came in groups, with brisk steps, and just like that, one after another, they covered the land and filled the view. When the heaven and the earth are integrated, the mountains have no tombs, the water has no waves, and the white practice reflects the heavenly river.

The snow in front of me is not like goose feathers, but it is much smaller, and it is falling freely under the action of the wind. Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, their graceful dancing inadvertently outlines the trajectory of the cold wind. Perhaps it was because I was disturbing their masquerade ball, but suddenly a gust of wind came to their faces, and when the wind blew on their cheeks, the crystal edelweiss fell on their faces one after another, very soft, and a little cool.

It met with me as if it were playing tricks on me, and when I touched them, they disappeared, leaving only a faint trail of water, and then they often reappeared. It can't be appreciated, because when you touch it, its soul is nirvana, and all that remains is the body. The helpless cold made me subconsciously close the window and reluctantly withdraw from the ball.

Its rotation is so elegant, its steps are so light, it is dressed in silver, like a ballet dancer, and under a shadow light, a scene is like a dreamlike "Swan Lake". Although their dance is short, every wonderful moment is evocative. They are like shooting stars in the night sky, explaining again and again what perfection is.

The snowy road is like the overturning of ten thousand petals of jade, layered on top of each other, blending into one, so that you can't bear to trample on it, and defile this purity. The snowy night, like a crystal bottle in a vacuum, contains love and veins, and all the silence makes you hold your breath to find the sound of snow, and only one note can pluck your heart......strings.

I hope the snow will continue to fall, because of your beauty, your splendor.

Blooming flowers, fortunate to meet.

The sycamore drizzle and the evening breeze are clear, the lonely printing and dyeing lonely branch, the yellow flowers are sad and haggard, and the twilight is awe-inspiring and comforting".

The plum blossoms of the winter solstice, with buds to be released, scattered branches, encountered the whole winter, just like you and I met, the vast sea of people, just this glance, but the promise is eternal.

The night is quiet, in the elongated figure under the glitz and loneliness, to this day, your arrival, light up the brightness of the eyes, if I can, I am willing to close the door of my heart in this earthly rendering, take the breeze into a dream, just for you alone in the past fireworks of this world.

The years are like poems, write poems for you, I put pen to ink, just for a smile and the past embrace, with the tip of the pen to reveal the deepest beauty of the soul loneliness, there is a breeze in the poem, there are fireworks in the poem, use time to light the weight of life, and blend in the first encounter in the passing years.

The ups and downs of life, because of the warmth of encounters, all the days are soaked in the fragrance of flowers and dew, give your heart a promise, indomitable in the ups and downs of the years, remember the beauty with a smile, even if the green silk turns gray, the picture of memories will still emerge of your verdant.

Each song has a unique rhythm, sometimes I feel that it is a wordless passing year after listening to it too much, and the days when I meet the wind in my mind make each flower more gentle and every drop of rain more fresh.

I often think that the beautiful thing in the world is to meet a like-minded person on the road of life, to rely on each other in words, to dream in the passing years, to accompany each other in the years, not to care about the scenery, and not to care about the wind and rain, just for a moment of looking back, is still the first time you met, once met, in this life, you will no longer go far.

Hide you in your heart, have more warmth in your heart, put you into a dream, there is more Yanran in your dream, Hongchen has love, and do it and pity, time flies, burn incense and lower your eyebrows for you, flowers, fortunate to meet, the wind caresses the soul, the rain moistens the soul, I know, beautiful things always happen inadvertently, this is a gift from God, the sun shines in the heart, and you are the most beautiful year.

Waiting, such as the blush in the time, love, such as flowers blooming in the light of Shao, shallow years, deep attachment, hold your hand, listen to the night is not young, the silence of the flowers has not fallen, that is the voice of love in the heart, and it will never live up, this time I will meet you with my heart.

How I hope that one day, I can hold hands with you, through the impression of the quaint alley, the sky is a big white cloud, the air exudes a faint fragrance of flowers, in fact, the days can sometimes be as simple as the remaining waiting, the breeze between the eyebrows, the Yanya in the eyes, the fallen leaves that are at ease with the encounter, because there is love, the sun sets, you can still bloom in my arms.

When the sun rises, lean over and pick up the fallen leaves that were laid down for love last night, the leaves are yellowed with memories, outline the beauty, and engrave your eternal name with your hands - Yanye, because you are the most beautiful leaf, and I was born for love, beautiful and eternal.

The wind is quiet and the flowers are fragrant at night, and the time is incomprehensible to urge the white head, and the idle and lonely sigh with words, and the sorrows and joys of the morning and dusk are endless".

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