qin xue

I like listening to the dream of winter. Although the wilderness is still full of ice and snowy countryside. After leaving the incense, I missed and played, and remembered the silhouette of the past. He Zeng held hands in hand, and the Horn of the sheep was flat in the mist; The reserved daughter, the cloud maid, the wind, the cloud, the soul, and the friends were on the shoulder, waving blue long sleeves willfully and dancing in the sky! With a crisp flute, everything is silent; The mountains are painted, Juanjuan is graceful; I cherish the little snow lovers who carry each other on the grateful trunk! People, long envy the spring tour under the hot sun, guests worry about the silver clothes and the weather is warm; North fell in love, adorable makeup wrapped, leisurely Blue Sky cold wash pity; Love at Birch, curling gray, just Xiaoxue’s Xiangjuan? Lovers travel in winter on this day, people are like years in the warm sun. The laziness and serenity released are like wings being traveled and chased, yearning and flying for each other! In the quiet snow, there are only two moments of soul. It was a whisper of greetings from clusters of leaves, did you hear it? Stretch out your shaking hands and gather all the leaves of blessing! Wen thought about Qin, Zhong Ji painted his hand; The sky was high and clear, and Xi Xing was on the edge of clouds; In the snowy world where things were different, from time to time, the cries of creatures were giggling, the Fox and the hare ran quickly by their side; Several Eagle were hovering in the high sky! Oh, should a noisy citizen be a drunken soul? Or chanting like rhythm? In the enchanting afterglow of the demon, there are some rustling bodies, always imagining that they can melt the snowy world full of silver; Love, but he turned himself into a very innocent little xue! The sky is desolate and full of branches and leaves. The days of time are so chaotic and vicissitudes. After a long time, I realized that I could keep a good guard; The people sitting in the red stove were quiet, a cup of acacia and a cup of tea; I expected that the habitat I stayed together was warm and cold, and I cheered the rising smoke from the kitchen; the scene of the scene, such a brilliant brush, calls for the long story of time. The poem destined. Mengmeng fresh little snow, where are you reflected? Looking forward to the initial firmness; The golden sunshine that once comforted the soul, the white birch forest of the nobility, the white chalk and handsome, the scars on the tree like eyes, looking at the lonely people in deep love. Have you ever known the heart of tan? Long, far! Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…