Exile to afford free

There is no bone water actually,

Snow to start its flowers.

Fluttering feelings cage fields,

Patches of affection to send somebody else.

The first snow of winter, the swirl, dyed white snow, Dream beauty pro heaven and earth covers everything. The earth the wish buried under the snow, the missing sent it to the spring of next year. Camels of snow, as the herald of spring, in the silent night silent falling to the earth; Him dressing up in a graceful dance the whole world, the spring in the air; He that is winter asahi flawless beautiful beautiful scenery, mountains and rivers with him, then are the bold came; He to the beauty of the landscape is a the most beautiful in the early spring, enchanting throughout the winter. The earth because of him, and with white demon. The first snow of the year is the autumn rains hard of give up love, or how can so touching. I like clean and pure snow, the snow as a kind man, natural and not exaggerating. Under so had been flying in the snow, like my thoughts. Always feel the first snow of the year is autumn rain put down the feelings, or how can so deep. A piece of white, heaven and earth actually beautiful. Like snow, like its whiteness, like its cold; Like the snow, like the purity of it, like it otherwise. Snow is the, don't selfish heart. A snow always surprising, because haven't seen it, let a person full of hope and expectation. Flying snowflakes, singular beauty is awarded to the human nature, in the boundless wilderness, looking at the daily lush fields, become silver shiny, looking at the side of the road of the weeping willows and Holly, and had become a mushroom or a snowman, like a young girl shyly, hung his head, completely did not have the usual natural and unrestrained. The snow, with a mysterious magic and cold sweet crumbs, serene, gently! Lower the earth's ears, listen to the voices of flowers. Azure white heart, Dream beauty pro stay in slightly floating hair, pour to say the secret, between the past and present, lightly broken,.

The snow in the north, fluttering red berries, human feelings and bloom in the snow and see as genuine. Above the heart, such as plum flower open in the snow. The affection of the world, always like this red berries, with snow against the white and steps. The first snow of the year for me is a full of charm and delight thing, since I was young, I like the snow, like in the snow to print a snowman, snowball fights, standing in the snow lifted up her head, see the sky fluttering snowflakes, really very comfortable. Snow, especially night, you woke up to find yourself in a totally different from the past of the world, so the magic so surprise. Look at the sky fluttering spread snow and had to admire nature guifushengong, have to the amazing white snow, jiangshan package so beautiful. Bing xin xue, hong mei condensate. Like the human truth, goodness, beauty, nowhere not here.there is not transparent, glittering and translucent as snow if fragrance mei. Mei, grew up in Fairbanks, Snow White in the ice world. , I would like to walk in the snowy day, feeling of comfortable and beautiful snowflakes flying in the face and shoulder, your heart to the world of pure, colorful, with snowflakes fly xuan together! "I walked in the snow day without you, my old photos, while turning over the phone, you smile so sweet, you on my shoulder, as if it's been a lot of good for many years." Summer song let I remembered that we once again in the winter. Once upon a time, wearing shabby cotton cloth shoes, dotted with boundless earth, against the disease strength of wind, let the sleeping as snow falls in the face. Play jokes, wake up early in the morning silence; Long echoed in the valley. Snow is the chapter of poetry, in winter for scholars write down immortality, as for you I yearned for the good, in reality, ice frozen wake up. Dream is hard to find, just with incomplete memory, exhausted life time, try to collect your hair left. It's a pity that the snow under the wrong time, and now you and I, is not the children of the past already, may be to blame only blame you I not enough patience, can no longer do not wait the next snow season!

Is in the north, simply don't see signs of a spark of winter comes. Snow in the warm morning, take rain hand, walked at a leisurely pace and lovingly autumn do last hug, say goodbye. Snow, is the window of a small poem, emptiness meaningful; Snow, it is a sketch of winter, freehand brushwork is boundless. The first snow of this year, don't like in the wave of scattered light snow, but a flying snow. Since last night, the quiet snowing all night, open the curtains in the morning, unexpectedly is silvery white, see upstairs downstairs, the green leaves of the tree, all are thick snow, winter again really! Empty mountain snow speaker, calm and zen, thoughts, holding out large chunks of white, listen to the peach blossom in the body suddenly awakened confessions. May, because of the snow hit musical sound; Winter, snow fall and perfectly. Mei and snow relationship not only sings the tang poetry family elegance, also made the most beautiful in the winter sonata. Perhaps, the first snow of the year is unable to keep the feelings of autumn rain. The snow, in, as if to go to a covenant of life and death, with a persistent and refuse, arouse the tianya echo, kind of condensation of li, let my heart touching and appropriate. Wandered the world of mortals, listening to the snow zen sound, how many people are there in the world as I resonate with the music to tell? Tonight, I am not for the world of mortals, only fantasy snow with his shoulder. I'm looking forward to the coming of the snow, I hope my world snow swirl down, because the world of snow, I can't hear many voices, but I can hear your footsteps are very close, very close. Even if the snowflakes fall to the ground are silent, but, but it can on a heart, see snow, blundering mood can be immediately clear. In the ice and snow, Dream beauty pro hard sell walking slowly, like a person in the depths of the old days, the man, and like a fall on the white embroidered cloth flower, have a needle, the pain of finger tip, a line, the time the voice of the bite. I really want to make wine, see snowflakes graceful dancing, I really want to listen to the glittering and translucent snowflake blank without law the whisper of shallow sing, assign a rhythm of snow at heart deeply. Wish, nature of notes can be solidified in the snow and wind movement.