Snow red scarf

It has entered late winter, and the cold color makes people breathe. The smell of winter is as strong as a day. This is the bitter weather, but there has not been a real snow this year. Walking in the outdoor city street in the daytime, I always feel very cold for two days, like the water in a deep well in a cold night. Feet, as if lost consciousness, touch themselves like a piece of cooling iron. Suddenly, a friend from a distance sent a warm greeting to the cold day! Is it snowing in the small town where you live? Then I replied a message that I haven’t seen the real snow this year. Today, the same cloud, which is full of snow outside the small town, is particularly thick and mature. A little motionless cloud enveloped in the cold day seemed to be more rigid and lazy in my two days. In the morning, I woke up from my dream, and there was still a trace of my dream in my heart. I vaguely remember passing by a steep hanging edge. When I was near and saw a clear water, I didn’t appreciate enough water! The dream of pure white flew out of the window, far away and ethereal. There is a kind of quiet and fresh in the dream of pure white tonight. The golden eyes can be seen in the dream of pure white tonight, which makes me embrace a rose-colored soul with warmth and favor. How can such a dream be without regret and disability when waking up! I am always moved by regret and disability. Maybe meditation in my dream can penetrate the beauty of unconscious calling in a person’s soul. With regret and incomplete mood, I looked up and saw a cool world that was brighter and brighter outside the window. Only then did I know that the snow filled the night quietly fell last night. Before I could put on a cotton-padded coat, I quietly walked to the window and sat in the cold window staring at the distant snow. I have watched with calm heart that the white and charming slender posture is flying in the cold sky, like crystal clear, soft and silent White Lotus. The vast sky is really beautiful! I instinctively stretched out my hands from the windowsill to pick up white snowflakes, carefully holding them in my hands, holding them in my hands, as if she looked at me with a smile and made a cool sound with the wind, I came a little late this winter. Are you okay? Don’t melt me. I flew all the way from the sky to your window. I just came to the warm world. You are watching, snowflakes fall on the nearby cement roof, and the West Wall presents a silvery cool world and quiet. Soft White heads lit on the ridge of the tall and low roof in the distance. Snow is an indispensable element in winter. I like the sky with heavy snow, I like the world in my eyes to be soft and white. Oh! I really want to stretch out my hands and say that I saw the real snow falling in the first winter this year. In the afternoon, walk out of the door and go to the top of the White Lotus which is full of flying outside the window! Look at the river far and near filled with silvery snow, look at the winter snow under the sunset extra Sunset West slope. That should be good. I also like the feeling of creaking and soft snow in the snow, clean and refreshing. I often think of the snow in my childhood on the way to snow. Just like this winter when I think of my childhood, I often break the long ice glaze under the short eaves of the room. My childhood playmates and I rush to eat the ice glaze as ice sucker gags. I also often think that it would be beautiful if I could flying snowflakes with her when I saw the sky plum blossoms in the snow every winter. I walked down the stairs and came to the outdoors. But who knows that snowflakes pounced gently with the wind, and they pounced on me. Snowflakes flew gently onto my cotton-padded coat, and some snowflakes shook down under my feet by hand. Some snowflakes penetrated into the placket and slowly merged into bright small drops of water. In this way, I walked on the whiter snow, stepped on the snow, listened to the snow and watched the snow. I walked on the street in the city more quietly than before, and the vegetable seller and the fruit seller were gone. Turning right, I came to the river monster. The snow here is thicker than the courtyard and street. The fine wood branches on both sides were covered with snow without a trace of shaking. The quiet beauty was like tingtingyuli wearing a white angel. There is not a flying sparrow among the branches, but they are still covered in the warm nest. On late winter, in the sunny and cold weather on weekdays, the shadow of the river was just a cold time. Today, there are more people watching snow by the river. I walked on the snow gently, watching people with different expressions at the two ends of their lives. Some children gathered together to make snowmen, and some loved each other together, there are also passers-by who don’t care about the snow. Against the white background, their figures are innocent and naughty, passionate and young, hurried and clear. It took a long time to walk out of the door and snow today, and it was already evening on the way back. Under the foot of the snow, there was still a loose, soft and chattering sound. Snowflakes drifted away one after another, walking, Suddenly, I saw a woman wearing a white down jacket with a red scarf lingering around her neck not far from me walking in the snow with me. The beauty of this woman in the snow is dazzling. She looks in her thirties, slender, short hair, and has a refreshing and calm smell. Although this woman was wearing thick warm clothing, she could not hide her youthful breath. This is the breath of youth that is really young! In my eyes, women of this age are the most beautiful in the world. I took a sneak peek. Her cheeks were full and shallow Ruddy like a ripe apple in the flying snowflakes, climbing up her cheeks like the sun at dusk. In such a snowy day, there is such a woman who makes people appreciate it. Why not find Mei by stepping on the snow? We each walked through the snow and walked all the way to the bus stop No. 13 on the street of the city. There was a person between us. Her golden eyes were clear, filled with thin tenderness, and she was a little arrogant, but very beautiful. Her dress is economical, independent and free. Her silence is different from her standing posture from that of an ordinary woman. In particular, this woman’s thin and white wrist is shining with a green jade bracelet, which is really interesting. This woman in the sky is supposed to have a story. When bus No. 13 started slowly, the car and the beautiful red scarf slowly disappeared in the snowy night. On a thin snowy night, I looked back at the bus and the flowing red scarf in the snowy day. Thinking, who is the beautiful woman with a red scarf standing under the bus stop with me when she returns from snow with me this evening? On the way back from the snow, I had a similar dream as beautiful as last night. Sometimes in the dream, sometimes outside the dream, I lived for one beautiful moment after another in the dream, Really good. Just like this evening, a beautiful woman on a snowy day didn’t make an appointment with me. She walked with me in the snow, but the feeling of Origin made me write a story about a red scarf on a snowy day. The snowy red scarf is a warm hand, maybe it is a kind of meditation and beautiful calling beauty! No matter it is warm, meditation or calling, I just want to write this story of snowy red scarf to my heart, and to my heart. At this time, standing in the flying snow all over the sky, I suddenly remembered the soft red scarf in the distance. Who knows that she exists in my dream like a dream? If you want to ask? I can’t hold my dream in my hand. How can I tell you how deep the red scarf in my dream exists in my heart! I can only say that although we have never seen it, it is just a red scarf that attracts my imagination in pure white dreams. Are you all right now? I like a person’s schedule and sexy writing. I like chatting with people with different thoughts, drinking tea alone, meditating alone, living a simple life, and being myself simply.

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One

I like to be a warm woman, simple and happy! Fill a pure feeling for a plain day. A ray of sunshine, a monsoon rain. I like to be a beautiful woman, beautiful and true! Add a touch to daily life. A touch of laughter and fragrance. I hope to be a woman with a gentle smile. In my smile, there is a warmth and a deep feeling. This is a kind of feeling, and this kind of pure feeling, it never fades and is rooted in the heart of each of us, with warm flowers. No matter how simple a woman is, she also has a delicate and gentle mind. Through a period of light smoke, she has been through the waves and waters of a city. She still holds her dream in her heart and moves forward alone. Today, I stand on the ridge of the early spring and April, looking far away. The Wind from the prairie in the air blows across my cheeks, and my soul is shocked in the spring season. The sunshine without defects was filled with all the golden rape flowers. The tender branches in spring make ripples in circles on the Green Lake. A swallow swept across the water like a huge record and played a song with warm spring flowers. In April, I was fascinated by my eyes, full of green eyes and full of flowers. I like your lightness, your softness and your lightness. In April, I love your Piao, your beauty, and love your elegance! Oh, spring Oh, let me hold your hand, with the spring breeze on my face, and walk into the grand garden of April! Every April, There is always a kind of expectation, looking forward to a most beautiful date. April is a world without dispute and a colorful spring. It is static and even more mobile. April is my peach blossom garden, a city that deducts fairy tales, and a window with lights on in the beautiful Grand View Garden. I am waiting, looking forward to it, not meeting, but meeting again! April, do you understand me? For so long, I still yearn for the smoky rain in southern China. For so long, I still love the blue sky in northern China. I still reflect on how to let you meet me. In my most beautiful moment, it is my passion to reflect on the Sunshine, carefully full of flowers, and the trembling leaves, I still imagine that I can stare at you under a flowering tree for a long time. I saw that you came. At the moment when a tree was blooming, Jade Trees came to the wind. I saw peach blossoms in the forest falling on your shoulders, and the Sunshine reflected your beautiful appearance. I want to hold your hand tightly. From then on, I love and you love. I am warm and you are warm. I saw a kind of glittering happiness and moving in your eyes. I heard the surging song in your heart. I saw the dew everywhere in the stars moistening your flowing sorrow. I still remember that it was also in such an April that the fragrance of spring and ice solidified your and my heartbeat. I still remember that it was in the May of the warm sun, with a tree blooming like water. I still remember that June, you accompanied me with a roll of fairy tales to see the sea, and the sound of the waves was so harmonious that we sang with each other. Here, your poem, Sunrise, fragrant grass, fallen petals lie in profusion, is like a green flower in the water. Here, your affection, the warm sunshine in spring, the drizzle knocking on the window, the force is transparent, and the affection is long. In April, let’s have a little rest in our hearts. The Shining trees and shadows in the forest are covered with mottled sunshine, bringing the most beautiful warmth to our earthly hearts. Two moving hearts, no need to hide, let the wind feel a kind of soul-penetrating spirit! The time of March and April is very beautiful. The Road of April is very long. If we can stay together in the country of April on the other side, if we can still read my heart in the season of April when flowers bloom every year, if we can become the most beautiful scenery in our heart even if we look far away, then I would rather not see it in my whole life. My whole life is Mister Buddwing, flowers bloom and depend on each other, and flowers fall without giving up. Quiet time, quiet and quiet. In the dark, I deeply feel that even though we are far away from each other, we can see each other’s eyes, Even far away from time and space, you can feel each other’s beating hearts. Even in a strange world, we can look back at each other and continue a previous agreement. In the interwoven words, we can understand each other’s meaning and affection. In April, the appointment period between you and me is always short. However, I am not afraid of separation. There is no separation. How can there be a reunion. I am not afraid of lovesickness. Without lovesickness, how can I feel that deep bone. Even if I don’t see it, I am still happy. In April, you can not see the familiar figure in every fragrant scenery in my world? Whether it is a beautiful and remote grassland, white clouds roll back and forth, green carpet, you are graceful; Or the vast desert, Hu Yang Red Willow, boundless smoke, you smile proudly. Looking back at the vivid and beautiful pictures, my heart is loving. I deeply know that even though years have stolen willow green and red flowers, we will never steal our original oath. Life and Death are wide, and Zi Chengyue. Even if I don’t see it, I am still firm. Looking at April, in my world, Every grassland can find your trace, persistent and romantic brushwork, carved countless sunshine-like warm happiness, where there are strange bones and heartbroken loneliness. My love with you is firm and profound. I dare to say that in my life, this affection for you is a poplar, which is a legend that has not died for thousands of years. When the Red Sun leaned out of the East, we bathed in rain and dew in the morning glow and walked on the familiar path. The song of love in our heart still sang in the field. I opened my sleepy eyes, took the gentle of April into my arms, picked small flowers in the shape of flowers and washed them in the neon, with the warm smell of sunshine. When you and I walk together on the top of the mountain, you are still beside me and enjoy the sunset folium rhododendri daurici, Ren’s happy smile floods on his cheeks. I still love the song “You are in my life” sung by you most: how many people have loved your appearance when you were young. Therefore, I cherish our delayed devotion more. This is enough! The sky is spring for me; I paint for spring. You are the most pure and beautiful blue in my eyes, and the attachment that will never be exhausted in my life. Dear, this April, let’s hold hands and build a dream for a while, OK? Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

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