Wait for Me

The snow finally fell. I said: Before I leave, I hope there will be another snow. This was just said a few days ago, but today it appeared in front of my eyes, like a dream. Now, I leaned in front of the dormitory window alone and began to talk to myself: The snow is so beautiful, I don’t feel cold at all. There is no doubt that I love snow, which is a sigh from the depth of my soul, and it is not arty and elegant. I love her purity, love her connotation, and her firm persistence all the way. The grass shrank and was wrapped by snow, which was very obedient; The construction site was shut down because snow invited the wind that was not familiar with the world. I raised my collar, which seemed cool. I strode towards the position of winter in southern China. It was forceful, but I didn’t feel cold. How can you feel cold at such a moment? The rare Magnolia grandiflora trees in southern China have been standing upright all the time, with sparse leaves trembling, like falling and falling, making people pity, leaving only thin branches shaking. The colorful flags standing in front of the canteen in the distance were waving hard, roaring hula, and the wind was raging. It turns out that the wind always has sound, but are you playing music or getting angry with the ruthless wind? The wind is a ruthless wind, but I am eager for someone to take care of it. In the winter of this foreign land, someone wore a coat for me, and someone carried me through this muddy path, and the steps they walked along together were faintly noisy. All of a sudden, I was afraid of loneliness, and I was afraid of fighting hard. I showed my cold high heels and perked up proudly. Really, I’m afraid that it will collapse immediately. How can I be? Imagine how secure the little bird around him is. Admiring all of him, I immediately grew such a hairline in my heart, pestering me inseparably, supporting and warming me. The snow is floating and falling, and it will not stop for a moment. I came from ignorance, from a lively and lovely little girl to a girl with in their teens imagination, and then to the beginning of love. Now I am gradually stable and mature. Look carefully at the elves on this winter night, you are also troubled by love! Looking at the snowflakes I never tire of, I think I am in the season of love. Snowflakes came, scattered one after another and left on the ground. Did she hesitate? I think she is so persistent, and she is still playing the ground. She must stand firm. She loved the Earth deeply and dedicated everything to the kiss of the Earth. A blend of love, with its pure and beautiful body into the soil, and then with the body temperature of the Earth, flying to heaven with the angel-like soul of love, it is the Garden of Eden full of happiness and legend! In the snowy days last year, naturally, the wind was blown and the snow was appreciated. By contrast, I felt stupid and stupid at that time and did not know how to love. I blindly think that to love someone is not to hurt each other as much as possible, but to give my pure love, but sometimes it is to hurt each other inadvertently. Gradually, I realized that the nobility of love still had rights. I felt confident from the firm eyes of snow. I wanted to reveal my heart, so let inferiority be captured by the water vapor after snow! But he went away. It’s really far away. Before I had time to confess, it left the ancient city that had become famous in these three kingdoms. The unexpected scald ruthlessly destroyed my confidence just raised. Is this revenge for my fool’s efforts?! I cried, and the astringent tears, the pain of Chu Chu and the love still fresh in my memory flow to my heart wowo. At the age of twenty, I seem to understand my so-called love slightly. I am eager for motivation. Where did you get the motivation for the snow on this winter night, falling all the way to the Earth? With him, I also have my motivation. He can guide me and encourage me. His posture and temperament are all my love. My love is as pure and lovely as Snow White, with crystal clear and clear pieces. For his sake, I will firmly pursue, just like this snow, I will always rely on the Earth, melt deeply into his body and nourish him. I think this is the side of love, mutual assistance and honesty. Holding youth as a bet, falling in love with me in the first month and kissing each other is vulgar love! Snow revealed her love silently, but the Earth did not know it. Like me, I can only express myself silently. This scene, this time and space, I can’t pick flowers of love, absolutely not! It is not easy to get close to him. It is a step closer, which is very extravagant! From the bottom of his heart, I still have a way to go. Maybe that day will come in the near future, maybe only a hundred years later, or there is no day that will never come. And he knew that my heart was still there? I used to miss him so passionately, thinking about his powerful hand, the only time I held hands, and now I think it seems to be right in front of me. I clearly remember that it was tense and hard to say! But I use my silence to express my almost reverent love to you silently! On that day, I once silently Thought: From the first day, I fell in love with you. After everything, I couldn’t leave you. I don’t know if he can feel it tonight, in this snowy winter night, when I write down these thoughts with emotion? Maybe, don’t snow on the Earth? The cold of snow makes people feel indifferent, and the quiet of snow makes people feel lonely. I am also like snow. He may not choose me, just as he said he asked me to be his sister. Well, let me love him with tears, the boy who stole my heart. No matter what the Earth is like, the snow continues to sprinkle one after another. It turned out that the snow was selfless. I will go on firmly and persistently. In the snow, I said to myself. One day, can we meet again, hold your hand and walk together? In the snow season, let the snow fly, who can stop it? Pray that the one far away can understand my heart, please open your arms and wait for me! Snow doesn’t mean to stop at all.

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