text/Mist in the clouds
It’s cold, winter is coming, and snow is falling.
The snowstorms in the sky are fluttering and crystal clear. It is full of tenderness and longing; it is charming and charming, and all kinds of charm; wherever it goes, it brightens the mountains and rivers and enriches everything.
I don’t love this bleak winter, but I love this pure winter snow alone.
The bleak cold winter makes people feel restrained, discouraged, and sad.
The pure winter snow, it makes the world new, the world affectionate, and the memories dance gracefully.
Through the thin and soft flying snowflakes, I saw you slowly walking from afar, smiling, and a bright light flashing in your eyes. The light, like a warm sun in the ice and snow, melting the cold in the world and resolving the depression in my heart.
I feel like I have returned to the passionate girlhood, with the romance like flowers in my eyes. You must be that elegant boy, with a bit of young arrogance raised on the corners of my confident mouth.
Snowflakes fly and fall, holding hands, wrapping around in the air, then spinning and falling. When it falls in the water, dense ripples appear on the water, and holy flowers bloom on the branches.
Snowflakes are rising, beautifully the cold winter, and you come slowly through the flying snow.
The years have passed, the dust and the wind and frost, and there are stars of melancholy behind me, silently telling the past.
Snowflakes are spiritual angels. They must come with your thoughts. I clearly hear every word of advice and greetings it brings.
Snowflakes are the embodiment of love. Under this fluttering romance, I am willing to shed all the dust of time and go to a unique love with you.
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(picture from the Internet)
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