The snow fell in the small town, and it was a colorful dream. The snow came quietly along the corner of the evening's clothes, walking in a hurry, like the footsteps of a woman who escaped from marriage. With her lingering feelings when she first came, she became enthusiastic and

It snowed in the small town, it was falling, a colorful dream. The snow came quietly along the corner of the evening's clothes, walking in a hurry, like the footsteps of a woman who escaped from marriage. With her lingering feelings when she first came, she became enthusiastic and unrestrained, just like a lover who had been away for a long time...

Where she stroked the ends of my hair with her slender fingers? !

Where she kissed my cheek with her warm and soft lips? !

Where is she wrapping my hopes tightly with romantic passion? !

The snow fell silently. With her flawless holiness and crystal clear mind, she drowned my thinking and helpless sadness, and with her delicate tenderness, she pulled me into the past like smoke...

In fact, it is a beautiful mistake to know you. Knowing you should be attributed to the refreshing winter snow that year! The process of getting to know each other is like breaking up, with a hurried sadness. In my mind, your red dress has become the most eye-catching punctuation point in the snowy field, burning and stinging the four seasons of my life. Your long black waterfall-like hair is flying poetically, and it is exuded into a river that warms my life!

After the fanaticism, it is silent, and after the silence, it is a kind of desolation that is almost dead. The two young hearts were already haggard before they could even collide. The false maturity and the ostentatious tragedy are like snow on the ice, unable to withstand solid steps! A story of romance, flowers, snow and moon has already turned to wither before it even began to bloom...

Tonight, I will listen to the purest and most wonderful singing in the world in this first snow romance in winter! The past is fresh in front of you...

Acquaintance is a kind of beautiful fate, just like this winter snow, coming warmly and leaving in a hurry...

(originally published in the supplement of " Luoyang Daily " in December 2000)

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Author profile: Ma Zhengwen, from Yiyang County, Luoyang City. The pseudonym is Zhishui. Chinese Poetry Society member, Henan Writers Association member, Poetry Society, and Photographers Association. A signed writer of Henan's "Dahe Poetry Magazine". Former Luoyang Daily. Yiyang version news photojournalist. His works have been scattered in national, provincial, municipal and county literary and news publications, and have successively won more than 50 national, provincial and municipal literary and news awards.