Snow buried the way home overnight, who to complain about nostalgia

Sit quietly in front of the window and watch the night fall quietly. In the distance, the shadow of the mountain was gradually dark, and the sight was blurred; Nearby, the river was flowing leisurely, and the Reed on the bank was withered and yellow, shrinking, letting the cold wind blowing the reed leaves moaning constantly. The gloomy cold air weighed my heart a lot. The biting cold wind on the beach slipped in along the gap of the window, and the slender Jade hand held the fragrant tea and trembled slightly. In an instant, those words fermented by tea flowed in my chest with scorching temperature, circling in my body along the veins, burning my soul. At this moment, how tired I am. The journey back is as uneven as a plank road, and the disordered Starlight is as dim and colorless as cobblestones. Weather forecast, snow tonight. At this moment, I just want to wait quietly, waiting for a heavy snow, roaring to baptize me. I hope to release my exhaustion slowly in the white snow. How many homesickness in the world can’t be written until tonight. On my way back, I missed my seclusion and fell asleep in my mother’s arms. The night outside the window covered the Earth calmly, calm and persistent. Only the wheels played the empty vanity lonely with constant rhythm. The slightly prosperous place is the flashing lights of the distant city. I am filled with bitterness, and there are always songs and song lyrics played in the zither in my chest. The stone bridge lying in the south of the Yangtze River will show up in front of me soon. What else can’t be put down? Do you still need to struggle to breathe? Wait, wait, wait quietly, wait back to Jiangnan, drunk in the snow, what can be done. Alas, this snowflake is one month later than last year. I hope it can come to me tonight and fall into my heart! Come on, white snow, come on, God’s spirit! In the silent eyes of the Earth and the sky, snow will fall for them tonight, and snow will cover everything. In the glittering and pure snow, I will cross the clouds and the moon three thousand miles away, fly to both sides of the reeds with the wings made of snowflakes and the bitterness of homesickness, and end the journey of one thousand and one night, lying in the warm embrace of hometown, sleeping like a baby. Thinking of the day when the stars were very close to us, it is worth remembering forever. At that time, the seeds of hope sprouted in the field, and the ideal seedlings gave birth to the upward waist posture in the rain and dew of the season. The fragrance of soil nourished the developed root system with the grace of the Earth, the hard work watered the warm dream. From then on, the ideal boat raised the sail of spirit, pursued, strived forward and struggled hard, and drove the boat into the channel of hope with sweat: all the way to spring, flowers bloom together; All the way to sing and laugh, facing life. When the shaking smoke went through the ancient latticework window, when the cry of dawn singing the bright spring, at that time, hehe, at that time, the warmth structured the dream, and the plain drowned the magnificence, I feel that the saliva is so sweet, and everything I eat smells of wine. Sitting opposite to each other, sleeping on the floor. Guarding the earth and sky like this, connecting wheat and sweet potatoes, sorghum and rice with heartbeat and sharing happiness. I have written a lot of lyric tunes, and the lonely sigh has caused a disturbance. When snowflakes fall into my palm, what is the dew? Or is it a painful tear? Ask heaven, should we bury the pain or dig it? Ask the earth, should the ideal be soaked in poisonous wine or Meng Po soup? The Earth and the sky are always waiting in silence, so we have to entrust all our worries to snowflakes. Wait, wait, wait quietly for the falling of snowflakes, who makes life always wait in withering. I think, only love, only love can defeat the demons! From a broken foreign land to the home in my dream, the traveling bag on the back of a bent horse is endless yearning. Missing the beauty of the broken bridge decorated by the white snow; Missing the flowing water of the San Tan Yin Yue and singing the Bristle Feather of the Qianli horse; Missing the lotus fragrance in the yard of na qu gave birth to the beautiful fairy tale; I miss the lilac floating in the rain Lane and the celadon with Jade light beside the latticewindow; Besides, there is also the vicissitudes of willow growing at the school gate. Wait, wait, when a snow came, I believed that the stream of the tear gland would freeze and the sadness of the past would not flow again. I only showed the solemn mountain like embroidery in front of my eyes. Drop it, drop it, I quietly wait for this intimate snow. In the laughter, the desired Snowflake came quietly. It is light and floating like a rhinoceros, and its swaying posture is full of inspiration. The Earth accepts it with a magnanimous mind. The heating in the carriage was dissolved, and the strange faces also felt familiar; Outside the window, snowflakes fell on the Earth cultivated by sunshine, white and thick. The wings of Guiyan jumped across the window with colorful light and shadow. Hehe, it turned out that snowflakes also had colorful colors. This was a holy snow! There is nothing at first and last, and no previous life or present life will be investigated. Snowflake will bury all the logic of desire, snowflake will freeze all the truth of water, snowflake will crack all the weird curse. Snowflake makes the color in the mind more pure, and snowflake makes the self in the soul more mature. My inspiration came from the snow and quietly came to my home in my heart; My soul was soaked in the roar of snow and the dream wheel of hometown was running at a constant speed, snowflakes are falling. Snow buried the way home overnight, who will complain about homesickness? The treetops outside the window were covered with crystal clear ice flowers, and everything in nature was reborn in the snow. Soon, a new myth appeared beside the handrail of the Broken Bridge: The West Lake will witness a traveller coming back through time, pushing away the long-lost home with stubbornness and ease. Ha ha, just, don’t forget, enter the door and give aunt a light smile, that is the best painkiller, the first draft of December 17, 2011 Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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