Winter want you in the snowflake floating prose
Winter want you in the snowflake floating prose, in daily life, I believe that many people have read some prose, some people will be through the words of the way to record the life of the matter, the following I share the winter want you in the snowflake floating prose, together with the next look it.
Winter want you in the snowflakes at the prose 1
Floating, with a wisp of love into the heart of the dream; gently and quietly, compose a song of love in love with the soft intestine.
Quietly, the wind blew down a snowflake, fell on the shoulder, so light, so soft. It is like a lover's light hands caressing a light heart. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. I stared into the distance, silently looking forward to this season of warm winter love.
A person's quiet waiting carries the happiness of two people, a person's thoughts warm the heart of two people, a person's blessing cohesion of two people's love, a person, looking at the blue sky to see the snowflakes falling. Lover ah, let me tell you quietly, I secretly fell in love with a quiet winter snow white.
When the early morning sunshine through the thick clouds illuminated every inch of the earth, are you also standing in the sunshine looking up at the distant skylight? When the winter snowflakes pass by the boundless sky sprinkled with snow-white elves all over the city, are you also missing the snowy hometown? When I look at the northern sky, are you also in my eyes twinkling? When I listen to your heart with all my heart, are you also meditating on the cries of another place? When I dream of your side, are you also coming quietly with your eyes closed? When everything is if, I think: if you can, I want to let the sky snowflakes constantly full of sprinkles in front of your window, pass my heart full of expectations.
Love is a mystery, like the falling snowflakes. It's a beautiful view of silver, but you can't use your hands to possess it. Hard to hold it in the hand, it will melt, will freeze your body, and finally will disappear. Many times, only to lose the heart of the beloved, only to find that, originally, some love, only far from each other.
In the quiet night, I waved my hand yesterday's chaos, playing a song of winter love song. I'm not sure if you've heard the sound of the piano, but I'm not sure if you've heard the sound of the piano. Will you see me in the darkness like water. Will you see my watery eyes in the darkness? Will you call my name in your sleep? Do you miss me as much as I miss you in words? I'm not sure if you like me, but I'm sure you like me.
Always like to lie on the side of the head on the bed, and then began to screen a sweet memories, or fantasize a happy picture, or sad a tragic story, or choreographed a beautiful encounter. It's just that all the thoughts can't leave you. Once, in every tragic story, I would ruthlessly want you to lose all the bets. However, at the end of the story, I was the one who left alone. Even if you are abandoned, even if you are deceived again and again, I do not want you to lose, still believe that your oath your promise will be in a certain day and a certain place for me to fulfill, and then with all the joy to continue the next reincarnation of the story ......
Every sincere feelings are hidden in the care and worry about each other. In love, I paid for my tenderness to you with all my sincerity. I think, the years will take away that should go, the flow of years will lose that should go. Just, love, I hope to harvest the most beautiful.
The story of youthful years is written about the legend of love, every grass has its moving emotions, every tree has its charming love affair, every snowflake has my thoughts about you. Standing in the forest outside the window, gently humming a winter love song, tell you: winter, thinking of you in the snowflake drifting place.
Snowflakes in the air
Early in the morning, I drank a cup of hot water, I went downstairs, to the downstairs of the path to roam. It's been a cold winter, and there are few people on the road. Suddenly, I saw a few hiking exercise people, feet hanging a layer of snow. At this time, I was thinking, if the snow how good ah, can run in the snow.
I walked on the trail, only to see the morning market people have been one after another towards the food market. I also go to the vegetable market, to the vegetable market to find the poetry of green, to find the melody of life. There are green celery, leeks, green peppers, parsley, green spinach, greens on the vegetable stalls. People in the morning market in the bargaining, buy the desired dishes, and then rush away.
I walked out of the morning market, along the wide asphalt road to the south. At this time, the sky was snowing. The snowflakes drifted as if they were broken petals of pear blossoms falling in spring. Suddenly, the sound of pleasant music came from the front. I followed the sound, only to see a building in front of a lot of people standing, each with a joyful face, the most dazzling is a pair of large red lanterns, hanging in front of the door of the center building. On both sides of the door there was a couplet, "Saving money for the wedding, friends and relatives are all happy, thrift and hard work to build a family and couples are more harmonious." The tape recorder placed on the table in front of the door is playing the music of "Joyful Heaven", "Joyful Gate" and "Hundred Birds Toward the Phoenix". Ah, this is the scene of the wedding of new couples in the community.
The snow was still falling, snowflakes were sometimes floating, sometimes flying with the wind; I listened to the laughter and the sound of firecrackers, and continued to walk south. Not long after, to the community square. The square is very large, the center is a pool fountain; the right side of the tree is full of trees, there are many stone tables, stone benches under the trees, the center of the tree is a winding path, the road with cobblestone pavement; the left side of the square garden, the garden has a lot of flowers and trees, surrounded by holly, bamboo. Because it is in the winter, the garden has no colorful flowers in the spring, the rich green in the summer, the birds singing in the fall.
I was thinking about the scenery in the garden, snowflakes have wet my clothes. Suddenly, I saw a patch of red fluttering inside the square. The color seems to be the furious peony, blooming pomegranate flowers; this hue in the flying snowflakes set off, it seems extraordinarily beautiful, extraordinarily dazzling. Closer to see, is the community retirees in the silk dance.
"Whenever early in the morning and late in the evening, we come to the square inside, following the music and rhythm, we come together to dance, jumping out of happiness and health."
"Just in this vast grassland, eagles fly in that blue sky; horses gallop all over the place are cattle and sheep, and the fragrance of love wafts around; the river flows with the neighing of the horses, and the girl who swings the whip to shepherd the sheep; the evening sun falls on her pretty face, and the breeze whips the beautiful clothes."
"The bluer the sky the more I think of you, miss you, the beauty of the blossoms, the shepherd chasing his sheep, singing songs to the sky; the bluer the sky the more I think of you, miss you, the hoofs of the horses chasing the wind, the blue sky embracing the white clouds, the legend floating in the wind."
"The mountains are red, ah the mountains are red, red red years red red love, red red cheeks red red dreams."
Song after song soared through the square. White . Snowflakes, red silk, melodious songs, beautiful dance, constitute a wonderful picture of winter.
By the afternoon, the snow stopped. Just after dark, the snow came down again. Under the lamp, I spread the paper to paint, want to write the poetry of this snow. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. After the painting, I gazed at it and thought y about it, and then inscribed it with the poem "Deep in the night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of folding bamboo".
The snow was getting heavier and the weather was so cold that I couldn't go for a walk outside the house. So, I went to the study to read books. Walking in the book, swimming in the book. Reading and memorizing, watching and whispering. "The breeze shakes the trees in the garden, the snow falls down the curtain." "When the six flying flowers enter the house, I sit and watch the green bamboo turn into agarwood." Reading and feeling tired and exhausted, I turned off the light and went to dreamland. I dreamed of the snowy days of my hometown coming.
My hometown in the Taiyi Mountains, where the landscape is beautiful, fertile land. Especially on snowy days, the scenery here is even more beautiful. Hundreds of miles of wheat fields are covered with snow, and after a few days, the green wheat seedlings are exposed to the surface of the snow, as if they were painted on the white quilt with rows and rows of green lines.
The wheat field south of the Phoenix Mountains, there is a large reservoir under the mountain. Reservoir around the edge has been frozen, ice on a layer of snow. From the mountain and down the flowing water is gone, see is the flowing water into the ice, was infinitely shaped attached to the uneven stones. There is a small layer of snow on many rocks and tree branches, and the gullies between the mountains are covered with deep snow. If you stand next to the reservoir and look toward the mountains, the clumps of trees among the trees, as if the magnolia flowers bloom; the white, elegant air, fascinating.
The road in the mountains is covered with snow, and you can't see the curved path. Only the road to the spring, leaving rows of footprints. A clump of bamboo in the mountain waist looks especially beautiful, dark green bamboo branches, leaves attached to a layer of snow, as if it is covered with a milky-white scarf, like a fairy waving her hand in the mountains. And the plum in the snow, a different view. Red plum blossoms with fragrant spitting stamens, white-colored snowflakes gently kissed the plum blossoms, plum and snow depend on each other, the contrast between red and white is clear, the snow permeated with the fragrance of the plum, the tree branches swinging with the wind, at any time to see the petals and the snow **** dance, drifting down to the ground, love people.
"Snow is an omen of a good year", snowflakes drifted down, covering the dark land, with the dream of a good harvest, through the cold winter, ushering in the spring, summer and fall. By then, the fields will have the fragrance of flowers, the fat and green of leaves, and the sweet smell of fruit.