1, the flying snow sends me thoughts, towards your paradise endless spread, yesterday's parting face, still in front of us, as if a never-ending nightmare, if you want to fill this heaven, but choose to forget you forever.
2, the day is cold, seems to say cold on the cold, the other day obviously still warm sunshine, a wind and snow said to come, without warning. The cold calls for people to be taken by surprise.
3, a person's winter, used to walking in the lively streets after night, lit a cigarette quietly leaning against the corner of the street, looking at the pedestrians, watching those who do not belong to my happiness, tears unconsciously across the face, it turned out that the happiness I have also had.
4, winter is white serenity, although the white always feel so bleak, but also let the winter full of cold, but it is like an angel, giving people a kind of serene beauty, but also give people a kind of power that can not be ignored.
5, winter has an inherent sentimental, quiet sometimes let a person panic, and white sometimes let a person feel lonely. In the sentimental winter, have you ever encountered that which makes you sad.
6, the winter sun at noon is still like a ball of fire, glowing hot light, as if you want to burn your skin as well, the sun in the face is moth-eaten pain.
7, withered snowflakes, like my frozen heart, withered, fell to the ground, broken. When the snow filled the light dance flying, my sadness, unrestrained into, full of butterflies, lonesome, but also dancing.
8, the river slowly stopped in a hurry, in order not to wake up into the dreamland of the small fish, slowly flowing. I don't know whether his heart is also invaded by winter, cold it or still keep warm.
9, this year's early winter lack of snow early winter has been waiting for the first snow of winter his first love, 2010 will be the end of the snow or did not come to her quietly guarded, waiting for ...... in the past flying snow recalled the dance of the snow fly, banish their own that cold body. Sentimental sentences
10, the southern winter will not have frozen thousands of miles of snow in the song of sorrow, will not wake up every morning to open the door to see the whole world is not a little colorful white snow-covered.