Waiting for the first snow in winter in silence Waiting for the first snow in winter
Text/Nine Thoughts
When the first ray of sunshine in the morning passes through the curtains and shines on the tea cup, and then spreads into my study, it adds a layer of sunshine to the melancholy at this moment.
The four seasons never stop reincarnating, and there is always a faint fragrance filling the cups of the passing years, savoring the past. The five flavors are mixed, and I can't stop talking, only look at
a only light shallow The ferry crossing is like a pair of old oars. The waves paddling across the river wake up the silent river bed In the ordinary, the wind blows every season. They will all leave shallow traces, either dense or desolate
In fact, I really want to wait for a heavy snow in this cold season and have a beautiful time. I will trace an ink painting and carve it on the face of the new year. It is soft and warm, letting the tiny love fly to my heart. Yang
Along the way, we always walk through wind, frost, rain and snow. During the bumpy journey, I crossed the barrier built by thorns. All this is to meet more beautiful scenery
They say that life is like a dream, time is not old, passersby are in a hurry, quietly watch the tranquility of a cup of tea, and gain enlightenment in the passing of time. In the lingering years, looking for the poems of the past and the distant places
Open the title page, waiting for the first snow to come in the deep winter. I want to piece together those trivial memories and let the sweet dream come true again. The butterfly turns into intoxicating words and merges into my exhausted poem line
