Listen to snow

Miss days, gradually dimmed, like a poem, bowed their heads and said nothing, save the inner flame. I wait for one thousand years, when - one thousand quickly in the past, I turned into a grain of dust in the universe, so, I no longer is me, I am the rain, I am the wind, I am the patches of falling snow. I just a cold, flying cloud, the cloud of desire is the coolness of water drop. His dream is at the moment the clouds fall, Dream beauty pro have a clear impression.

Perhaps, I have forgotten, then a snow in the winter, forget the wave of the elves, forgot myself. I just remember, I no longer retain, I like petals falling gently, I wave to the earth, with my split-second life, look for traces of you, looking for my dream of free and easy. I think, in the world, will be another snow in winter. Like the past dozens of winter, cold wind, cold rain, then, suddenly, and some white soft disc, cold wet for a long time on both sides of the Yellow River is really into the winter. Only the spring is too close.

A day of snow, and in all over the sky diffuse to run in the snow, the heart fly. I was watching the snow, the snow should also look at me, I raise your hand is cast sufficient between surrounded by silent as if place oneself in the snow. I looked up at the sky, incredibly still hanging in there as usual the sun shines on the ground, it may be the eyes of the sky. The sky looked at the world with it, looking at a a sentimental story is how to start again, what is the end of. Snow fly, a snowflake falling in the warm hand heart. As one of the heart, want to catch the cold. A look at carefully, dreams haven't come yet, early into glittering and translucent water drop. Snow fly, didn't have, "snow is like the plum blossom, plum blossom is like snow, like and don't like all". You are the wonderful elves, along with his dream, but don't know where the falling, just let him into a drop of water drops reminiscence. Cloud falling in the moment, I know I will be do the water drops a tear, only in the heart of his hand he stops for a moment, Dream beauty pro how the beauty of the poetic charm. Just like the little mermaid know they can only be turned into a bubble, he want to cherish, is also a moment, this is a beautiful encounter.

One day, my world did start to snow. I like snow fly, inexplicable like, because it affects countless colorful fantasy in my soul and makes me inspired. Snow, like to find a romantic in the snow. A handful of snow in your hands, melts the snow let hand the temperature of the heart. In ancient times, poets like snow, prefer in snow fu poetry, which left a number of historic lovers. Now, no one poetry in the snow to play the piano, transformation of the people on earth, how many people can read the beauty of the snow?

Snow fly, fly to the heart of a piece of glittering and translucent snowflake, turns into a drop of water, is the shadow of a drop of tears? He helplessly in the music to kill his own soul. Snow fly, not spend fog fog, born YouZi flow, snow is a cloud in the sky feel lonely, don't do the angel came to the secular world, flies away. I am looking for the direction of the snow, listen to the voice of the snow, raise your face after that one of the largest hexagonal snowflakes, a joined hands to let her fall in my palm, gazing at the snowflake, glittering and translucent cut through the skin to stay in my palm in a flash, I true to hear the voice of snow...

Another as snow in winter, don't know when it began to snow falling outside, falling in grey as the twilight of the night, the street scale scale cold light. I like this time, like the feeling of is covered by snow quietly, prefer the peace of mind. I am like a white flower, it takes a strong stand in the cold wind and frost and snow. I know, the flower is my idea of a infinite yearning. Through the half-open door, I see, slowly falling snowflakes are large soft, falling as celestial peeling a leaf scars, stripping, painfully, falling drops, one after another, its petals gentle gradually buried the desolation of the city.

This snow, formerly known as cloud into a snow fly, perhaps cloud never regret. I hide in the snow world, striving for the snow elves. For a time, I found that even I myself is the spirit of snow, but when I really wake up, I found myself not very sad. Also, therefore, that piece of the world, with my tears. But I still believe, my favorite is still the snow fly. That moment of gentleness, cool and refreshing I heart from him, still in my lips are cold. In the wind, crowded inside the cx, unexpectedly on the cheek, is not all tears or snow, Dream beauty pro hard sell solidified in the eye. Looked round the room, it seems that everything is set in the snow night, lonely shadow residual candle, no one to comfort the changes in temperature. Cold wind in the sad songs, snow deceives people, know? Melancholy is a sleepless night!
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Spiritual end-result

Most of the time, we are hovering between love and not love. In what all don't understand the age, also know to look for a comfortable, a home to return to, in the heart silent prayer.

The sea through the mountains and rivers, over the lake. In the crowd, looking and searching. After several pain, still not forget for a moment HKUE amec. Not true happiness, then, have been drifting.

In the multifarious world, there are too much, can not have too much. So, the heart of greed, cannot meet the so-called its lusts. As if I wanted a little comfort, a little bit in the spiritual sustenance. No matter of family love, friendship, or love. Just, now just understand, everything is too early, belong to own, slowly waiting for, just enough.

Turn, for an instant, forget a person is also very happy. Is long solitary to crash the collapse, lead to action. Eyes always disappointed to me, but fortunately, I know a good total hone to be bumpy. So I deliberately to meet this kind of difficult, even if now or a person, bear in mind the, joys and sorrows.

One season, not flowers. A, the rain has not stopped. The dream, and never wake up. Those little drops in the dream, quietly dead here. Waiting, clutching I do not know when dawn of hope. I would like to, someone waiting for me in the port, then smooth for me in the dark struggle left by the wound.

Some dream to an unwilling, after some words stay at the edge of the lips, say, eventually did not get to answer at that time. Some people, eventually become someone else's home. Has a person, also in silently waiting for you. Just, you know Dream beauty pro.

When to leave after the start, with Buddhism, breast, and smile to wave. Next, there is no goodbye, no blessing. Ears had echoed the past all the noisy, whisper, and the dialogue of silence.

One day, I with the pace of the flowing found in busy cities. Originally, I was looking for, in the near future, I will reach. In the deepest heart, waiting for your arrival.

Today, I finally know, so-called don't forget to beginner's mind, the party must always. Just you met the fate, there will always be met. Shouldn't meet, know nothing even exist.

Years, rotational time, the day becomes, fingertips gently across. Memories fade, fuzzy figure, who is to blame. A flourishing trees, flowers bloom in the most beautiful time, expectations may reverse fate. Wait, or choose another adventure. If meet early, are you willing to?

Soul in the deserted at world's end, if you see, please don't panic, it will take you to find all the roots. However, I always believe that all the met's shadow. You have met the soul, polished scarred. When you walk to the end of the world Dream beauty pro, what are you thinking about?

Then, still waiting. The sun falls, sitting in the courtyard, brew a cup of tea bud color, there are no endings in a dream. A star, across the boundless sky. Heart, still looking forward to the arrival of a person. Gradually, gradually, all look forward to cool in waiting.

A gust of wind blowing, the feeling that take not to go is still in the flood. Misty rain encounter paper umbrella in April, for it is only thoughts and memories. Through years of crack, I saw all the departure after turning without say goodbye, just take care of yourself.

In fact, now of I, really understand. Have been bothered to find home to return to me, but expect is the spiritual resonance, tired can dock harbour. But, haven't wait until know. Or, passing by. Even the smile before leaving.

So, I'm still waiting, still looking for, belong to own, the most beautiful home. May: returns to business, in the heart to open a purple tree.
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