Such winter night

Such a winter night is most likely to make people sad and think of warmth. In the quiet midnight, the river inside began to make noise. A leaf of red sailing boat, carrying how many romantic rose past? But it was dark outside the window, the rain outside the window was floating, and the charming fox fairy running deep in the wilderness, I could not see her erratic eyes. I was surrounded by the cold winter night, and my hands stretched out hung on the spider web woven by years. The eye I peeped into was not the striking lightning, but the first snow in the southern winter. I can’t dance in the snow perfectly, just like a dream of Nan Ke that can’t be perfect. I couldn’t drag the hollow sleeves of the Iraqi people, just like the mire I once fell into, and I couldn’t live alone or pull myself out. Such a winter night is most likely to make people vulnerable, and most likely to make people think of warmth. The winter rain outside the window was like a thousand years of past that fell from the sky, just like the journey of a boat on the River of Time was mysterious and hazy. With the help of some scenery, I saw many broken and blurred flowers and shadows. On the petals scattered all over the floor, sitting with my bride. The glittering snowflakes on her head and the rolling tears on her face are just like mysterious spells, and let me know how cold this winter is! But I can’t use the white clouds in the sky as the quilt, and I can’t use the floating snowflakes as the cotton wool. I can only guard the last flaking flame in my heart. I can’t let it go out or cool down. I need it to illuminate my future and my journey home. In the dark winter night, my eyes were bright, just like the twinkling lighthouse on the sea like a thousand miles of wasteland. I opened all my hearing and was ready to listen to a big ship coming through the waves at any time. Such a wonderful moment is the feast of my life. I am willing to use the last drop of blood as lamp oil to burn out my secret passion of waiting. I believe that on the sea of time, there will be a broad road. Because all my desires and dreams are on the red sail ship that cannot be seen. Such a winter night is the most easy to remind people of the bonfire in the wilderness and the warmth that cannot be abandoned. Just like wandering around the world, talking with the distant starry sky alone on a desolate night; Just like the muddy tears on the wandering face, completely dried by the bright bonfire; just like a single coat on a Traveller, which was completely penetrated by the warmth of flame while the winter rain outside the window was still like a vertical long Cold Dream hanging on my shaking eyelashes coldly; just like the last golden dusk in autumn, how lonely it is to walk alone! Just like the tears in the eyes of a camel, how much sand does a stubborn soul melt? Such a winter night is most likely to remind people of warmth and ancient and classic love. Whether you are sitting in the bookstore or enjoying the spring with red sleeves, a pot of wine or fragrant tea warm in winter is enough to dispel all the loneliness and coldness. In the dark of flowers and shadows, the smiles of the Yiren let me see many passing spring, the most intoxicating moment, the drizzle outside the window leaped over the vast space-time, and the withered flowers on the earth one after another, let me see how lovely a pair of tearful eyes are behind the calendar! And the weight of a poem is the total weight of a poet. In the winter night, a sleepless heart is full of too many Misty and longing. The red sailing boat is still out of the sight of watch, just like a female fox running in the wilderness. Her flashing eyelashes have bathed in too many thousands of years of rain. The hands I stretched out had turned into ancient vines, just like the surging river in my heart, which would never sing or make noise any more; Just like the footprints I left on the beach, which would be swept away by the tide of time. In such a winter night, the cold of a person is the cold of winter, and the loneliness of a person is the loneliness of the clock. I saw her figure, and I couldn’t hear her whisper, just like my wandering love, trudging on an unknown Muddy Mountain Road; Just like the flame in my heart, I just didn’t choose to put it out, because I couldn’t refuse the closeness between light and warmth; Just like the cold rain tonight, it could scatter 1230 words on the string of my dream Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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