Looking at the bright moon in winter night, my thoughts are like snow.

Night, as scheduled, heavy footsteps.

Roses grow on the moon, and jade rabbits light red candles.

Flying north and south, the homesickness in my eyes rises a little, igniting melancholy.

The nightingale flying all over the sky sang a solo on this temperature-free night.

No matter how cold the wind is, it can't open the tears of the stars. Dreams grow in the dark and curl up into bright souls. The darker the sky, the brighter the new moon. Missing is hunger, and the moon cooks blood.

Snow, falling because of anxiety. Wind, born for loneliness. In winter, it's so cold that people feel distressed.

In the middle of winter, jade is clean everywhere, surprised and sincere. A piece of white, quietly stopped on the plum branch. When the wind blows, the snow is gentle. Windy eyes, looking at autumn water.

A snow, accompanied by the footsteps of a meteor, groaned and elegant. Like a dandelion, swaying in the moonlight like water at night, like a street dancer, taking a brisk step and interpreting the scenery of youth. In the snow, I learned to look like the Tang people. "I have a green jade staff in my hand and passed through the Yellow Crane Tower in the morning." Who sang a crazy song "Debating Confucius", waved his hand and made the gods cry ",freely spreading his own spring and autumn.

Let's go, with the clumps of flames dancing in the winter night, and go back to the warm dream of my hometown.

Before dawn, I must use this little autumn water to soothe all the sadness in your heart.

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Looking at the bright moon in winter night, my thoughts are like snow.

Ignore all withered images and delete the confusion of cold time series.

Hold a dream, touch the clear and warm moonlight, and listen to the stories in fairy tales. Clap the hand of starlight, kiss the clear lotus between your fingers, and chase the smoke of the long river sunset. Sleeping with a pool of spray, I am used to the spring breeze of autumn moon, and my pure thinking is still like a dream. Light a heart lamp, meditate on life like a dream, and the memory of flowers blooming and falling is still normal.

This winter, the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, round after round, is weak but still strong

The blooming that the spring breeze can't blow and the endless sadness that the autumn water can't wash are deeply rooted in the lonely and hot heart, which is unbearable and helpless.

Tonight, prayers are flying all over the sky, and it's white. May the light shine everywhere and love be boundless.

A ray of moonlight passed through layers of fog and sprinkled on the cold and rough skin of the earth. I saw the dancing clouds on the horizon waving to me frequently.

In this snowy season, I want to stop my hurried steps a little, sit quietly on the plum branch, park my loneliness, and then turn into a small snowflake, floating in front of Li Bai's eyes and scattered in the wind of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Kissing season.

It's time to take me from spring to winter. I hope life will send me back from winter to spring. The scene once became the background of the poem, and the mighty years stood on the river bank, sighing: the deceased was like a husband, in the hearts of the years.

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Snow, brushing thoughts, illuminates the soul. Dream, step through the rain lane, let the sadness rise and fall.

Thin clouds drift by, the starry sky is warm and lonely, and there is a dark red parting.

The stars are bright, the moonlight is lonely and cheerful, and there is a long-lost desire.

The night is quiet and the breeze is slow. I rest on the waves and write in my dreams: years are fragrant, and silent love is long.

You come from nature, and when you set out, the Milky Way was frozen. You want to go to the seaside to see warm flowers. You open your confused eyes and look for your dream dress. Waves splash and dreams ripple. Your lover pursues the fragrance of clouds with elegant and lyrical charm.

It is you who have endowed the desolate Mobei with a clear bone and an immortal soul. It is you who give the lonely river elegant gentleness and immortal light! In your eyes, clouds are the wings of angels. The muddy yellow desert wind and sand resounded through the sky. The red willow does not wither, the Achnatherum does not wither, and the heart flies with the eagle.

What else can I say? At this moment, only silence can be interpreted as a shocking fable. Enthusiasm, holding high the torch of dreams, has become a unique character in the storm.

At this point, the snow has melted into a pool of autumn water, illuminating your heart. You are a hero in the snow, and you write the altitude on the floor of memory. I saw it, and the eyes of the soul smiled back.

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Time is full of dew, when I meet the moon and the snow meets the earth, my tears are about to drip, as if I had seen my long-lost brother. What a warm friendship. The sword of the cold wind keeps cutting acacia, and the clutches of inducements can't stop affection.

The wind of the years is engraved in memory. The voice of exhortation, hurried steps.

Life is in full bloom, through the wind and rain. Stacks of lofty sentiments resounded through the sky.

Rhythmic thoughts, as transparent as dew, contain eternity.

Winter is winter, wind is wind, and rain is rain. In winter, it is dyed red by snow. What is snow in winter? Snow is dancing; Dreams are surging.

Reality grows in the dark and dreams bloom in the light. The surging tears of the moon made me wet in the long river.

The wind can't blow away the butterfly's shadow, but snow can take away sleep. Dream is a smoky and colorful island, smiling at you on the other side of the sea.

Let's go to the other side of the sea to find that osmanthus tree. The osmanthus tree must be covered with stars. Remember? That year, Na Yue, a lonely city, was a paradise for the soul.

Let's go, let the will be broad, let the temper and fearlessness fill the heart, and follow the scenery all the way to the deepest touch.

Walking with autumn water, the clouds are light and the wind is clear. Walking with the bright moon, your eyes are clear and your heart is clear.

Follow the sincere direction, with love, with meeting, with gratitude, calmly move forward, and freeze the truest feelings into eternity.