Singing in the winter

Daiyi Kingdom

Puzhehei

Snow Complex

You are always as quiet as a young girl, and when I experience loneliness, you come quietly. Do not say a greeting, just a long time wandering in front of the window. When the rising sun opens his sleepy eyes, you smile and let my vision stop your holy complexion.

On the snowy day, I declined all the secular and distracting thoughts, weaved an inscrutable drawing with willow branches, sang folk songs that have been popular for thousands of years, and took the jade steps to appreciate the elegant mood of the poem. A blossoming white plum planted in the bottom of my heart, flying all over the sky is not exactly what you look forward to? In this pure world, I sing for you. Chant the dream of holiness in the heart.

At this moment, as if you were smiling and nodding, dissolving me in a cozy tenderness.

In the fluttering season, I found that you are so innocent, without the slightest feminine and superficial, just like you, with a pure dream, giving the world an eternal thought......

Xuye and Mei

Sunset dream into snow, dusk has no way back.

Who is setting foot, who is calling to the sky? Silent days, lonely again. Who will comfort the soul that loves to move? The purpose of approaching step by step will push to the far, far away, still dream-like peace, including the gradual bright sadness.

Mysterious earth, who will talk to you? Who will lead you to respond? Everything can be penetrated and seemingly impenetrable, it seems that every trembling comes from the lonely night. In this untold general artistic conception, who has no extravagant thoughts, who is your bosom friend?

The last look back: Mei, a trance name, a kind of snow wild love. You are doomed to alienate my desire to work hard, and let my first love forever endure endless rendering. In this white can be embroidered, embellished with blood memory of the red fire, the expression of this season's most profound theme.

The inevitable clear sky, the ubiquitous fragrance, mixed with this last frost, covers all of the night, and joy is available everywhere. Shh a cold breath, warm and more empty. I am speechless, I am silent, I will be ready for more brilliant.

Winter Silk

You stepped on the ground deep shallow yellow, hurried. Shaved Yang's hand and pushed Liu's head. Show majesty with your jade bone ice muscle. You are wrapped in silver, sparkling cold light, reflecting the green hills to lose color, reflecting the lake is no longer blue.

You are pure and open, but why are your eyes so sad? Your hair is no longer green? Look at the sky becoming gray and the earth losing its beauty. But who said it was your fault? Look at the pines standing upright in the cold wind, look at the wintersweet bloated proudly in the ice and snow, where is not the cohesion of your strength. Who said that this valley has become desolate, it is gathering in unbridled, singing in silence, watching all creatures, all sleeping soundly.

But you still don't want to stay by my side. Cover off the white face, swirl the beautiful residual frost, excited cheeks with a touch of rouge, just like the plum on your sideburns, dyed a peach, a yellow. The life you are nurturing is full of vigor and vitality. Looking back at your sincere smile, let me wake up and look forward to your next arrival.