It’s the season of snowflakes falling again

I have been fond of snow for a long time. I like its lightness and even more so its whiteness and purity. When it falls into the mortal world with its light dance, everything in the world seems to become pure.

When snowflakes fall, what falls is not loneliness, but hope for the coming year. Although it turned into tears when it fell to the ground, there is no pain. The memory blends into the earth and will sprout next year.

In winter, with heavy snowfall, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, a crystal clear fairy tale world. Winter is beautiful because of snow; the heart is pure because of snow.

It’s the season of falling snowflakes again. Snowflakes all over the sky fall into the world of mortals, turning into a drop of tear and forming an indelible memory.

Maybe in your heart I am just an autumn leaf drifting with the wind. The wind rises and drifts, the wind stops and falls. There is no end point, no home, passing away with autumn, only seasonal wind and snow wandering with me. .

A nostalgic old song and a line of yellowish verses may be enough to stir up the sour thoughts deep in my heart; perhaps, a long time ago, I walked hand in hand with you in my previous life, weaving the dreams of life. ;

Maybe you once thought that time can make you forget everything; maybe you once thought that time will wash away the world of mortals. Maybe,,,, many, many, many, maybes, God’s will plays tricks on people.

It’s the season of falling snowflakes again, and the cold wind blows so desolately! My sadness is scattered into the distance with the flying snowflakes. The season without you is sad! The days without you are full of loneliness. The tears of longing hurt my heart drop by drop.

I can’t see where the dream begins, and I can’t fly to where you are. I can only look into the distance and watch the snowflakes flying! There is so much love in the world, just like the snowflakes passing by you, and so many longings, just like the sea and the sky always watch, only conveying love through rain and snow.

The snowflakes will eventually melt, the lovesickness will slowly grow old, the spring dew and autumn frost will reincarnate several times, but they will leave a little sadness.

When I am helpless, I miss you and worry about you. Qiuyue knows that Feixue understands you, but you only have countless sighs, watching the lonely lamp and candle shadow in the sky, drinking the sorrow of separation alone.

Every snowflake is my tears of missing you! Every time I miss you, a snowflake will appear in this lonely season, stinging my infatuated heart! My thoughts extend and expand in this lonely sky, accompanied by the cold rustling desolation! It turns into a piece of snow-white, boundless!

I only want to remember the memories of winter in winter. Two people in the snow, he was holding her and spinning, while the snowflakes in the sky danced happily around them.

"Is it cold?" he asked. "Well, sort of," she replied. He took her hand, put it to his mouth, blew on it, and then rubbed it with his hands. She just stared at him quietly, feeling so warm in her heart.

He held her in his arms, stretched out his hand to let the snowflakes fall on his palm, and said, "This is my heart. It melts into water because of your temperature." She smiled happily.

Snowflakes are falling, hearts are blending, and happiness is spreading? The clues of memory penetrate my past in this season of falling snowflakes, and gradually become clearer, no longer appearing as before, and they are blank. Keep emerging during this dry season.

On a cold day, warm hands, holding the left hand with the right hand, can stop each other's trembling. Walking forward, through the continuous rain of spring, the scorching summer, and the swaying autumn leaves, but There is no way to survive the severe cold of winter snow.

It is snow, dancing with the wind, chilling the soul and whitening the world. Who has a panoramic view of whose beauty, who empathizes with whose sadness, who covers up the sadness perfectly, who sings farewell songs for whom, and who speaks love words to whom?

Who writes the end of the world to whom, who pretends not to be sad with a smile, who is plucking the strings, who is exaggerating the years, and who is listening to life? Is it you, me, or the world? !

I know that there is always a lot of helplessness in life, and some people and things are destined to be missed; I know that the passage of time cannot dilute that emotion; in fact, I dare not ask for it, so I chose to That heartbeat will always be buried in the bottom of my heart, and then let the longing spread, even if it is lonely, even if it is lonely... treasure it well in the bottom of my heart.