2010年12月30日星期四

Quietly, in a plum in winter

Quietly, in a plum in winter

Winter kill off the last piece of colorful maple leaves, to see it spinning round and round and elegant, white and snow falling in the midst of being, so the snow was stained with flawless Yin Mei and inviting touch. Viewed from afar, like a burning cloud.

Has not retired from out in the colors of autumn and winter come quietly, a bit flawless, ignorant startled look at the Maple Terrace in the fall, the ultimate landscape of a beautiful, Yin fire cloud the horizon, slowly Dai Qing, gray down, quietly hidden and not come back, open the wind chill thin clothes, only the perception of real winter here.

Patches of snow flying, being established in this crystal, but no trace of the joy of birds, pure white world, wrapped Smart breath, held out his hand, gently pick up from the patch of red cloud, snow, carefully cut open chest, slowly a white heart-shaped bump in front, softly calling the soul of a lonely, deep in the snow, there is another makeup, memories linger kept trained a pool of clear water and glittering, glass-like bright Chak, in the fullness of years, a copy under the heavy, really tired, see it in sleep, Jingyi snow wrapped its dreams, spring scenery.

Yingxue Italian white light, the red corner Meilei point, that little bit of poetic bloom, Ruo Su Yan Light Magenta. Window cold branch, on the Candle, Words of Hope opened, and the slightly cold wind sneaked into the dream, tempting snow white wins, silk thread tenderness, and that light was the touch of light between the eyebrows worry, light cream color in the drop-Rui Xiao Joseph, the unspeakable thoughts into a bud of the bud Yun, abundant steep the branches in the cold, sad smile, Allure.

Who said that? Snow does not push hard to spit Hong Mei? Qing Han night, too thin? A wait for a green Meizhi away, only to Nama snow color. Fingertips gently point in the past, Prunus shaking, a hint of interference with warm smile. The number of branches corner Mei, Ling Han alone open, a distance that this is not snow, as a subtle fragrance to.

The long winter, the snow was waiting empty, then the darkness of the word graceful is snow lying sleep, even if this meant the bitter cold, cold a little MEI, yellowed by years of inactivity. Gen with long time lines, and other old eyes, the snow was stained with frost temples, firm footsteps tread Cheng snow white, fragrant bloom of the core, faces the prospect of dark plum fragrant smell, so the snow Jingyi night, put your snow Meaning, Wen Wancheng the pupil of the eye Yihong run, intoxicated.

Duckweed water, the flowers of water Mei, Qing Han above, is a snow invited Rui Qi Yan Mei dance, through the season, palm clenched ray temperature residual shy, Lian Mei, lower your eyes, palpitations, pain, That drop of Freeze eyebrows, shut all the pain, even if this meant tidal waves inundated the volume of all, do not look back, that this is a MEI Xue embracing, with the number of years Cangsang condensate, the number of moving into the heart ?

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