Who thought of the wind chimes in spring and shook the footsteps of spring? Who broke the wings of catkins and sowed the seeds of fragrant grass?
I don't know how long it's been since I saw snow. This heavy snow, like a white dream, in a slender way, like catkins, with the only charming tenderness in early spring.
Peach blossom snow in March is a chilly gift in spring. In this season when snow falls like peach blossoms, stand by and watch the snow, reach out your hands, give the snow a place to stay, bear its touch, feel its temperature and taste its tenderness. When the snow melts, it comes and melts. I've been whispering about it, one thing, two things ... reading the freshness in the snowflake and reading the other.
The world is fresh and relaxed because it is wrapped in white and enchanting. Standing in the heavy snow, crystal clear snowflakes gently fall on my black hair tips and float through my black eyes. I will induce an inexplicable surprise and excitement from my heart. I have merged with nature. In this whiteness, I saw my distant childhood and the childlike innocence of chasing flying flowers. Crisp laughter travels far and wide.
Riding the breeze, I cherish the touching details of the past into a warm picture frame, turning it into a faint snow-white cluster of feet falling in the snow.
Falling snow, lightly illusory, fragrant in memory, if unforgettable.
The falling snow, like a dove, shuttles through the vast sky, making people daydream.
Snow falls silently. Facing the snow, I really want to give up all stillness and collect a ray of sunshine for this season.
The snow fell silently, but the cold feeling passed through me, cut through the bone marrow, and floated away like a distant elf! Fall deeply and shallowly on the snow. Listening to the creaking footsteps all the way, it's so far away! And snow, like filling my footprints, silently fills my sadness.
Awesome white, floating in the air, completely cold, trying to penetrate the whole surface and season. If it snows and is bound by petal-like red maple leaves, is it a long trip of missing? Can a story be answered?
Embrace the snow, you can only feel the heartbeat and breathing of the snow melting gradually. Snow is falling, bearing the sadness of youth, falling in your heart. ......