When snowflakes fall in love with plum blossoms prose

I am a crystal clear snowflake, and you are a delicate and firm plum blossom. In order to pursue a wisp of your fragrance, I left the vast and distant sky and resolutely floated down. The clouds, branches, thousands of miles away, like the Milky Way, ruthlessly separate you and me, but our love for each other is always separated no matter what. I don’t know how many lives it will take before I can meet you once, but no matter how long and difficult it is, I will definitely come looking for you in the middle of winter. I know that you have also endured three springs of loneliness and are looking forward to being together with me.

One flower and one world, one bird and one heaven, heaven and earth, we had no chance of meeting each other and falling in love. Thanks to the biting north wind for blowing me into your flower stamens, allowing me to meet you and fall in love with you. I love you not only because of your beautiful and dignified face and your heart-warming fragrance, but also because of your proud spirit, your tenacity and indomitable perseverance despite the severe cold. Although the roses in the garden are more enchanting and the jasmines are more fragrant and elegant than you, they cannot withstand the invasion of the cold and the ravages of the wind, frost and sword. Only if you stand unswervingly in the biting cold winter, waiting for me, greeting me, and when I hold you in my arms, will you bloom into your most beautiful and charming face. Your beauty is born of me, and my elegance comes from you. Only you are the lover who truly belongs to me.

The bright and fresh flowers all flock to the green leaves, but you are dismissive of them. You only love me, you hide all your love deep in the little buds, and only wait for me to come to bloom unscrupulously.

We are truly a match made in heaven. When I surround you and you cling to me, my sparkling beauty makes you more rosy and beautiful, and your rosy beauty makes me even more pure and pure. Red like clouds and fire, pure white, I am in you, you are in me, they complement each other to create the most breathtaking beauty in the world.

I am happy, because I am the only one who can touch the softness and tenderness in your aloof face so closely; you are also happy, because you have also met someone who can understand you and appreciate you. Know the sound and be satisfied.

I regret that I am small and fragile. I cannot warm you like the sun or protect you like the soil. But I hope to nourish you like the drizzle, although my energy may not be as good as A drop of dew is so rich and abundant, but you must understand: I love you with all my body and mind.

Our long lovesickness and waiting can only be exchanged for a moment of hugging and staying together. Love has a price! I know very well: hugging and kissing you is as dangerous as moths flying into a flame. Because your body temperature and sunlight will melt my fragile body faster, and my life will be even shorter. But I would rather sleep in your beautiful petals than live under the dark withered grass. What's so scary about sunlight? Why should we fear death? I can have this moment in my life to depend on, cuddle with, be close to, and love you, and I will die without regrets. Smelling your fragrance, resting on your arms, and leaving this world with a smile, I feel extremely happy and proud, because it is also a kind of happiness to die in the arms of my lover!

In order to repay your infatuation for me, I turned my full love into an extremely affectionate kiss, and gently threw myself into your peach-like smile. I am melting little by little, and my life is disappearing little by little. If I can become a snowflake in the next life, I will still float and melt for you, because I love you - plum blossom!

The snowflake disappeared, and the plum blossom that was in full bloom became haggard day by day. Her weak petals swayed feebly in the wind, trembling, as if she was weeping softly for the departure of the snowflake.

Winter has passed, and spring is coming when everything revives, but the lonely plum blossom has withered and withered, and she will never bloom again. Plum blossoms never covet the bright spring scenery, but only prefer the vast cold winter, because only when it is freezing cold can she reunite with her beloved snowflakes...