Love in winter fairy tales

Love songs are floating in the soft wind, transmitting the fragrance of night Lily, which is a sweet smile flowing in the dust blooming in the lips of the nine-day fairy. Since then, there has been a star in the night sky, a moon in the starry sky and a beautiful legend in the moon. I know you in the scorching hot summer of the Sun, know you in the fruitful late autumn, Lovesickness in the snowy winter, and hope to get together in the vibrant warm spring. The mountains are beautiful, the mist is moist, the stream slowly enters the Pinghu Lake, and the slab bridge is hidden between them. The Qingyour is empty and relaxed. The wilderness in winter is covered with pure white cleanliness, and Deadwood of the residual flowers show be covered with snow of sadness and beauty, just like the purity of snow lotus, which can not be understood and praised by anyone. Some people may say that you are tall, some people will say that you are eccentric, some people will say that you are cold, so many, Snow Lotus will not care about these, in order to bloom in high places, would rather endure loneliness and cold. I remember that I published a poem when I was in school, and I only remember that the last two sentences were written like this: as long as we believe that Snow Lotus will open on the iceberg. Saussurea involucrata white and elegant, not competing with any flowers, nor competing with any flowers, just open silently, silently containing snow lotus, silently standing on the peak of the snow mountain closest to the sun. Do not move or shake. Your shadow is that day, that night, every minute and second can not be separated from my sight, my heart can not be separated from the empty, more can not be separated from the space of my life. I can’t tell why, and I don’t have to say why. The beautiful feeling breeds the graceful butterfly like the maple red in autumn, which is warm and lingering, making green hills and clear waters covered under the wings like fire. The pen and ink are graceful, the thoughts are Biore, and the meaning is profound; If the love is cast, the two hearts will be close to each other. Between the mountains and rivers, the forest and Muqing Qi hit people, quiet, calm and natural. It is a pity that there is no double dot in such a situation. I want to sing a song loudly, and I am afraid that I will be frightened to the plants and flowers of hibernating. I want to recite lofty sentiments and aspirations, and I am afraid that the smoke, the clouds and the mist will be scattered and exiled. The tired reeds in the distance were swaying with the wind, rolling like surges in layers. The deep clear pool reflected the tranquility, silent comfort and staring. Although Qingtan doesn’t talk about anything, he can also feel what the reed is depressed and what he is looking forward! They just kept silent, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, looked at each other silently, looked at each other and tasted carefully. In the clear and distant nature, there is a free fragrance of the scroll and flowers in the heart, and the aesthetic beauty of conjugal bliss is rippling, which feels like a poem. Xinhai shows your elegant figure, beautiful appearance and clear words like clear springs. It is like drinking a cup of hot coffee in the ice and snow, which is sweet and elegant and means long. Your image is fixed in my mind that I can’t erase. Sometimes when I look at you, I want to hold your weak heart, gently comfort and hug each other softly. My missing is like a red maple leaf, willing to turn into a maple leaf flying over thousands of mountains, flying over thousands of water, coming to your side, obsessed with drunkenness. Autumn Water is still flowing poetic in winter, ding ding ding, ding ding, melting snow and condensing ice crystals. The cold wind blows on the face, and the two fire heart are warm and clear, just so naturally touching, snuggling. In the dream, all the feelings that happen between us rush out, the feeling of tranquility, the feeling of tacit understanding, the feeling of expectation, the feeling of attachment, the feeling of snowflakes fluttering, it’s beautiful and falling. As if to fly with the wind, to burn, to feather in this world! You are the maple red in that autumn! The fairy tales that have entered winter are just like the Snowyprincess in the Prince’s heart. I want to take your hand to the edge of the murmuring stream, kiss your eyes, pinch your slightly wrinkled nose, and whisper to you in love. The clear stream, the bright blue sky, bathed in the warm winter sun, performed the fairy tales belonging to both of us, and only listened to the oath of this life from the wind and snow: I would like to be a bird in the sky, and I would like to be a branch in the ground. Let the time flow, the appearance is old, and the constant oath of love in fairy tales will never change until the next life can lead you again, hug you again, fall in love again, and fall in love again in winter fairy tales.

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