Look, the sun is so brilliant and beautiful. Walking on the earth of all scenery, how dazzling and bright, with colorful blessings and fearless dedication, it writes about a love that is infatuated and unrepentant, and expresses so affectionately, walking by your side and staying in your heart, how tempting and touching the warmth that comes out.

Dawn never spoke. We all walked at the starting point of yesterday. Although our efforts were very thin, with Dawn's company, we made our road more exciting, wrote a brilliant film, walked our own path, and thought about yesterday's events. Although the spread of thoughts sometimes cannot be explained clearly, every step is a beautiful page of remembrance.

The sun-like love is spread on us, revealing the unfolding of mood, and the shining love is superimposed beside the fragile soul. No matter how lonely we are, we are no longer helpless, because its companionship makes the beginning of words and the combination of accumulated deeds on our road. Although sometimes it is not as easy as we imagined, after taking the first step, the road will slowly go further.

I think, walking in my heart, dreams are in the itinerary, and so many pictures are gathered in the love of my thoughts, gathering the taste of chatting, laughing, and showing the taste of love, hate, and love. How amazing, so many glory are waiting for one day, and so many dreams are set out for this, walking in this season has changed a lot, and many moods have changed a lot.

You cannot forget, you can't forget, how much time and beauty are for yourself, how much love is accompanied by the dawn of dawn, writing down your own journey, recording the glorious wandering, walking in your heart, that is the beautiful harvest, that is the beginning of your efforts, and that is also your own response, gaining the source of knowledge, and getting the direction of your dreams.

The sun is warm, the light is great, the wisdom is infinite, but the effort is never to be rewarded, so its beauty is incomparable. On the road of appointment, it does not leave itself because of sadness, it does not lose its brilliant light because of happiness, it is tender and water, never says sorry, love is omnipresent, never says I love you.

No light is a line that does not seek truth or falsehood. It reflects no words, never speaks, can touch warmth, never tells too many deeds, people set out for their own way at the dawn of time, it is recording, never speaking, it is watching, never stopping, it is smiling, no one pays attention, it hides behind the clouds, but some people are looking forward to its appearance.

It sings, shadows dance, thoughts spread, moods talk about beautiful tones, with the prosperous love, sometimes self changes for this, sometimes self sets out on the road of light due to time, thinking about the yesterday that recalls, records today's squandering, and uses that ignorance to touch such a warm place, and unravel how much aftertaste it has been.

It sprinkles warmth but cannot stay. It appears dawn but cannot speak. It leaves winter snow. It never changes its light for this. It loses its light but is more brilliant. What a beautiful sunshine, walking in front of one's eyes, but it can circumvent one's heart, making an appointment in dreams, meeting in words, accompanying in deeds, not staying for time, and not abandoning because of time.

There is snow in the world, a dream in the world, tears fall on the edge of the snow, lovesickness walks beside the dream, there is snow in the dream, there is me in the snow, my heart hides dreams, several warm night rain droops, step into my heart, the wind is cold, people remember the two lovesickness, how can the snow go up the bridge during the day, the snow knocks on the door under the moon, the world dreams, my heart is alone waiting.

Single-silk snow, two people look at each other, they can't see the dream in their hearts, they can't imagine the person in tears, although the snow is cold, they can't freeze the affectionate heart. Although the snow falls, the lovesickness in the heart does not decrease because of this, but looks further in the cold wind, not worrying about one's own warmth, but looking forward to the waiting in the distance.

Half the snow scene and half of the love, tenderness enters my heart step by step, shadow falls into the remaining rain, time cuts off my heart bridge. A cassock and a dream, a lovesickness and a shadow, what others wear is not clothes, what others see is the past, the snowflakes do not flow for lovesickness, but because of my own peace, I feel that I express my blessings for the distance, and pray that one day my memories will also have dreams in the world.

The snow is not cold, the heart is not asleep, the snow is as cold as the two of them, the fragile snow scene, the beautiful voice, although accompanied by words, there is less dance of deeds, sometimes crying, sometimes feeling love, every step is the shadow of one's lovesickness, the shadow is never abandoned, and the dream is infatuated.

Falling in love with snow is not because of its whiteness, but because of its coldness. I think of you and me, and pay attention to the past. Whenever dawn comes, I always feel the shadow of the past. Whenever the evening falls, I always smile at the future. It is snow, snow. Although it cannot enter its heart, it can enter its own thoughts and spread on the edge of destiny.

The snow is so difficult, but what I am waiting for is so fragile. I spent all my time, but what I gained is water droplets and painful heart. Was it because I was wrong? Or should I not have accepted the hug of snow. Although I met simply, I have nostalgic forever. What I left in my heart is the memories and the ruthlessness of it.

When the snow comes, it is very quiet, waiting for the sunny place, not knowing what beauty is and what wonderfulness is. But when I wait for it to come quietly, I realized that it is more warm and more blessed than I imagined.

Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, I don’t have dreams every day when I sleep, nor can I see snow every day when I wake up, but the learning I see is always so easy to lose. Every time the snow in my dream makes me unable to reminisce, I miss that day, and that dream, there is no snow in my dream, and there is no cold at dawn, and I always have a little entanglement in my heart.

The snow can land, but the mood cannot be followed. Time has come, and my starting line has set out with the arrangement. Sometimes I always think about losing it while waiting. In the company of the four seasons, when I have no thoughts, the appearance of snow brings comfort and hope.

The snow walked past her eyes and fell into the dream of body and mind, and could not walk by the sun. I could only use this voice I gained to find brilliance, show some wonderful things, let the unknown feel understand, let those who understand share the efforts of the snow together, and let everyone feel the direction of the snow.

Snowing, snow harvesting, protecting snow, and the peaceful greetings brought by snow leave simple expectations, and there is a wonderful harvest in my heart. When I get snow, I feel hope comes, touching the cold warmth, because I don’t know when I will lose it. When I think about using time to protect it, but the weather does not allow it, I can only protect the heartless and sadness.

Snow Dreams are tears in my heart,

Zi left the east and flew into the world and became sad.

Two appointments to dream of returning,

An intoxicating scene followed the snow.
Chapter completed!