Let's go, let's go see the snow together, to the bustling downtown. That should be the first snow of winter, tiny snowflakes, delicate and shy, dense, flocculent fluttering, accompanied by people's delighted expression, and the atmosphere of the city's hustle and bustle, capricious spreading of joy, joyful dance. Running, jumping over, hit the car window, fell on the body of pedestrians. They are a moment to charm your eyes, so that you can not see me, a moment and tickle my cheeks, let me giggle.
We couldn't help but ****-dance with her, not caring about the slippery road. We caught her in our hands and watched her melt in our palms. We can not help but suck her into the mouth to savor, her sweetness as our emotions, and our mood, as this happy dancing snowflakes.
Let's go, we go to see the snow, go to the monuments of the hall in front of the hall. That should be a large goose feather like snowflakes, fluttering, slowly falling. Silently fell on the red wall above the blue tile, so that the old building to add a few points of delicate and romantic. Snowflakes fluttered in front of our eyes, disorganizing our vision and blurring our time and space. Flying snow deep in the hall, let us seem to be born in a different generation.
We walk hand in hand in the brick pavement, talking about the palace between the same and different, talking about the terracotta warriors of the mysterious smile, talking about the Qin brick and Han tile "allusion"...... Words like snowflakes as much as endless, friendship like snowflakes wet each other's lonely heart.
Let's go, we go to see the snow, go to the silent fog Song Mountain forest. The mountains are covered by snow and fog, pale and reckless, like a sea of smoke. The wind is wrapped in fine snow particles, covering the sky, sweeping the dome. We are in the mountains and fields, see the silver snake dance, the original Chi wax elephant, listen to the snow particles in the branches of the rustling sound.
We caressed each other's cheeks, trying not to let the snow sand hit each other, we feel the snow from the ankles up to the knees, we watched the way back to the snow bit by bit drowned, and return to the hope of the boundless snow plains and the same as the blank. We snuggled up to each other, heart, unusually hot, unusually fearless. All of the attachment, all of the thoughts, all of the sadness, all of the dreams, all of the longing, all of the expectations, all of them in an instant into a fluttering silver flakes, released between heaven and earth.
Let's go and see the snow together, under the cool and bright moonlight. Dance tired of the snowflakes gradually quiet, but not willing to be lonely in the moonlight gesture. They or lightly shaking dress, so that the crystal-like luster glitter, or dress themselves up as flower petals, in the few branches of the fragrance-free bloom beautiful. The moon shines on the snow, and the snow reflects the moon. I don't know whether it is the moon color like silver, or the snow light like a mirror, heaven and earth is actually a clear blue.
We are in this mythical world, doing a mythical dream. Singing the poem of the winter snow moon night a thousand years ago, let it tug at the heartstrings, let it provoke tears. Joyful fun accompanied by parting bitterness. In this clear blue snowy night, we are powerless to retain the stars sinking into the snowy plains and the moon hidden in the sky. I'm afraid, I'm afraid to hold hands, such as cool snowflakes, with the moon hidden sunrise, as the sun shines, will be empty clenched fists, leaving only the temperature of the memory and bone-chilling cold.
Let's go, we go to see the snow together! I really want to want to go with you to see the snow ah!