I've always loved snow and everything related to it, and I can't tell exactly why. It's just that when it snows, I'm very excited. When I see poems about snow, I can't put it down, and when I hear songs with snow, I can't help playing them in a loop.

I think this preference for snow may be because there is snow in my name, or because I was born on the day when it snowed, or maybe I have a yearning for snow to stick to the promise of every cycle and go to a plum blossom date!

So, every winter, I wait in anticipation, looking forward to waiting, looking forward to the snow with a pure pulse, elegant without vulgarity, dancing with long sleeves and the lingering winter rhyme.

Many people don't like this season of winter, and they don't like the fact that the water is thin and the mountains are cold, ending and dying. Because of my love for snow, the frosty winter is full of poetry in my eyes, and it is like an ink painting depicting a unique charm.

If you like snow, you often write about it, describing its purity, artistic conception and stunning beauty. It is true that I am afraid that my thin pen can't write out my loving feelings for snow, and I am afraid that I can't write out the pure and elegant mood of snow.

Every winter, flying snowflakes come from the distant sky against the biting cold north wind. At this time, the plum blossoms waiting with fragrance are the brilliance of snowflakes. At the moment of embracing each other, Mei Xiang overflowed, and Snow smiled and told endless lovesickness and love. This love has been described by literati since ancient times as "there are several plums in the corner, and cold ling blooms alone, knowing from afar that it is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance." Let many lovers in the world envy and admire it!

I really like snow! That feather snowflake, an elf from the time of nature, has always stirred my heart, with its natural appearance like congealing fat, dust-free temperament and character that is not in a world war. Watching the snowflakes dancing gracefully and gracefully in the air, just like the Moon Palace fairy dancing in the air with a grand ball and full sleeves. This dreamlike artistic conception made me lose my heart and soul. It's as if I'm dancing with it, and I'm intoxicated with it.

Tonight, the snow dance is fading. I drown myself in the fading snowy night. Facing the enchanting north wind, I embrace the night with open arms, and let 3,111 moss dance with snowflakes. Dancing is all the shyness and charm in the world, and dancing is all the tenderness in the world At this moment, I can't take care of the girl's reserve, but I want to spend my whole life drunk with snow and dance drunk in this snowy area.

For a long time, a dream has been cherished in the lush soul, dreaming that one day I can walk in the deep alleys paved with bluestones in the south of the Yangtze River with my fingers locked on such a graceful snowy night, and a roll of fluttering skirts is wet, which is stained with some aura in the south of the Yangtze River. Or, around the stove, brew tea cooks wine, listens to a piece of snowflake in full bloom, and Wen Yihuai is drunk and describes a purplish tassel. So, how poetic and happy life is! In the twilight, look at the colorful lights, and the snowflakes that have been prosperous all their lives are still dancing for plum blossoms. With emotion, the flower-like mind in my heart gently crossed the dream of colored glass to warm the dream with infinite affection in my heart.

I like snow and its clean and white world. Looking at the white one, I was surprised that the white one was so pure, and everything seemed to have an aura when I looked at the swaying branches wrapped in silver, the mottled landscape and the roof of glass. Sighing, the snow is so pure that the gloomy side of the flashy world is also gone at this time, returning to the original natural element, which is pure and beautiful.

I like to draw ideal city in the snow with a simple and ignorant heart in this flawless world. When I walked into this city, I gently scooped a handful of snow flowers and kissed them deeply, and I felt a tender and affectionate pulse. What a touch this tenderness gave me! Only then can I understand that snow has a mind and a soul. Seemingly cold snow, but it releases intimate warmth. At this point, I don't know if it's a drunken dream? Or are you drunk? However, I know that I can't leave this city in my life. . .

Looking at the swirling snowflakes flying all over the sky, they release their passion in a silent form, stunning the flowing time and moistening the carefree years. The cold fragrance of plum turned into continuous tenderness, drunk with snow, and warmed this winter. It is true that Xue and Mei have known each other and fell in love after many cycles. Only then have you waited for me, and I fell in love with Mei Xue for you. Snow has given me too many reverie and dreams, passion and emotion. Perhaps I was a snowflake in my previous life, and the love in my heart is a plum blossom left in winter. Therefore, I have empathy for Mei Xue's love, and I have infatuation with Mei Xue's love soul. Perhaps, this is the real reason why I am infatuated with snow!

Yes, feeling the love of Mei Xue, I should also seek a love that will never die. Just as Xu Zhimo said, "In your life, there will at least one time that you forget yourself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership or even love, just for meeting you in my most beautiful years." Therefore, this life is looking for a flower of love with no regrets, even if it hurts the fleeting time in the burning years, even if it blooms in tea. Even if it takes a lifetime to wait, I am willing. Because it is worth it, this affection has also touched me a little, just to understand, and also gave me a feeling of happiness.

Snow is still flying in the night sky. Falling on the earth, poetic obscurity hides all desolation. Falling into the lotus pond, smelling the faint fragrance left by summer lotus with tenderness, falling on the window lattice, and blossoming into beautiful window flowers with affection. Falling on my body, slowly melting along my brow and my face, like a kind of kissing touch, but also like whispering with my heart against my skin. In an instant, a feeling is injected into my body and surging in my life. Inadvertently, it also pervades the snowy night.

with the night, I walked into the depths of the snow and into the vast world of snow along the footsteps of words. In this life, I only want to keep this quiet and beautiful time, twist a warm ink fragrance, and carry a pure feeling, so that happiness can bloom in simple years and happiness can blossom in shallow time.

at this time of night, it's so quiet, so quiet, so quiet that you can hear the natural sound of snowflakes falling. I also heard my throbbing heart sound when I was looking forward to a love that "I wish to win one heart and never leave each other". Do you believe it? Shh-listen, listen!