The four seasons of reincarnation have their own advantages. Spring flowers and summer cicadas, autumn harvest and winter snow. But only winter is the most romantic. The snowflakes are like elves falling from immortals, wandering with thoughts.
The snowflakes in winter fall on the palm of your hands and fall on your hair, cheeks, and even fingers, as if they are telling the story of winter tenderly.
The scenery of winter is cold and warm, the love of winter is innocent and deep, the four seasons are quietly flowing. It is another year when winter comes, and the story of snow and wind will be staged in this simple world, and sweet feelings are permeated.
Snow is the ethereal plot in the dream, the most poetic reverie about the distance. When the firewood is peeling in the furnace, love letters written on snowflakes are sent in winter, and deep affection is secretly expressed through the crystalline patterns.
Winter is also a symbol of reunion and a good time for laughter and chatting.
A hug, a cup of hot tea, a cup of warm wine, and a smiling face can melt everything.
The snowflakes in the hands have dissipated, winter has gone, spring has come, and new buds have begun to emerge on the branches.
