2015年07月21日

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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