Winter language emotion

I have experienced wind and rain, I have seen rainbows, one year after another, just like a blink of an eye. Yesterday’s laughter has become a memory in a hurry, and time has witnessed the past red dream like smoke! Whose missing is the wind on the other side? Uneasy heart, ripples layer by layer, ripples layer by layer — what do you expect? It will be sunny tomorrow! You tangled? Why do you feel attached to the same fallen flowers! From the bottom of my heart, I don’t expect that everything changes and everything is unpredictable. May be moved and silent, may wind and rose words have been sweet! Maybe suddenly looking back, meeting, breaking up always matters! Maybe that month of that year, just like a wisp of breeze, disturbed my dream! Because memories are boundless, without constraints and fences. Because dreams are infinite and seamless, without coastline and horizon. Maybe time is a beautiful colorful butterfly. No matter what the past or the future is, at least, it has let us walk into a place where flowers bloom and fall. Inadvertently, every bit, deep or shallow, no matter we get together or miss it, we all have the fragrance of roses, touching a graceful and graceful heart quietly. Maybe we can’t let go, we can’t let go, and we are so charming, along the warm four seasons, spray flowers are aroused ——– maybe, when you wake up in the evening or in the morning one day, you will see snowflakes flying all over the sky, glittering and translucent Elf falling gently on the House, trees or hair on your face, or get into the neck mischievously, cool —– at that moment, it was particularly unique and unique beauty; At that moment, waiting was not the end; Maybe it was the meeting of this moment that fell in love at first sight, I admit that I fell in love with you at first sight and like this light and slow dancer. Everything in the world is wonderful and charming because of your arrival. I can no longer express it in words. My soul is blooming in a peaceful and white place, and romantic, cozy — fleeting years, quietly, passing shoulders. Memory, gentle, treasure. Tranquility and purity have become the eternal scenery in my heart. A happy dream is just like a bird playing in spring, drunk on the branch of the season, bringing people the mentality of having no desire to fight with the world. Naturally, detached and open-minded, and sigh with emotion! Happiness comes first, why wait until tomorrow? At any time, at any place, without any reason, you can show your relaxed and elegant self in your own way anytime and anywhere. Even if it is a simple smile, just like this snowflake, carefree, free, natural, true, how good! A layer of love every season, a lifetime of love. The smiling sunshine pulls out the strings of winter. The hibernating village. The crowd at that station. The lonely Moonlight —— the story of light wind and clouds, like snow, fluttering. My heart is seductive and exquisite with my dream —— endless! In this winter, I often live by the window, with a silent attitude, along with the winter steps, through thousands of mountains and rivers, looking. The sky is cloudy and sunny; Clouds gather and disperse, and flowers will wither and bloom again ——- flowers bloom and fall, which is the happiness of gifts! The ups and downs are the passion of harvest! With the warmth of one meter of sunshine and the deep feeling of an old song, I built a city containing flower-like worries, so that the pure land of my soul will always be filled with songs; Leisure and dream-seeking! Like, Winter. [Winter is coming, spring will not be too far away —- like it, silence. Like It, Let happiness grow invisible wings, fly to the next Spring Paradise—–

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