Snow dance one season, three lane, love, like the beautiful blue sky, cloud, sometimes knowing the bottom of my heart; Half chi half drunk, miss fly, left side holes, graceful, splendid years, for deep feeling strong, sit in the snow, twisting words surrounding by the ink; Between pieces of carrying the expectations of dance, looking back, touch was cold freezing rain, was "coming events cast their shadows before them", scattered bleak neighbors, melancholy...
"Who read west wind cold, alone. And yellow leaves rustling hydrophobic closed window contemplation of the past went." like he's poetry, qingli graceful, gives a clean and pure memories; Beautiful sadness, faint acacia, in series between the lines, consistent affection, the world of mortals who read chi bound, cold wind and snow, a white paper, only the ink rain more understand, be like rain, a fallen snow month; See you smile, goodbye America laguna, only the strong long writing clear sleeve, knot QingHuan seen.
Winter if a sentimental poet, that snow is the poet's pen and ink, mei is the mood of the poet, the poet's soul; In this clever, hong mei particularly enchanting charm, a static movement, to the cool winter, a latent image; The touch of the feminine best back, the vast xue, a page of feelings of the boat, cruising among them; Comparable to that everything in the world, but also is a dust cloud, when the dust settled, if still stay with the pure clean, wouldn't it be great!
Known as the cold wind, cx to nowhere, empty, no one mentioned, brief snow, ignore it, "cx coagulation fai cold screen, mei flute has the night, more no one month oboro Ming." especially cold, indifferent to the point of view... When all the past, gradually become a blank page, used to silence to round tender feelings, miss; Taste of subway, old obsession, still touching tenderness look back; Coming back to the familiar smell, still cut one thousand times, wings lips; Reluctant to go back to the hometown of dreams, recreate the initial appearance, open air; Expect to sit in a week in January, the silent love, silent.
Scored a tree warm and love the one season in the winter; That one is red, in frost white dyed, blossom blossoming delusion, leaf of reading; White, red dance a van feelings, on a line; And then find the plum, the plum pour snow; Jean shaw song, feeling strong human; About the light, total, total is appropriate, the quiet Snow White like jade, mei wen run red such as chardonnay, jiao drops of charm, and silence silent, silent sound, everything between know, sleeping in between a smile!
Sleeping quietly silent, the Snow White in the road of time, and one piece falling in the core of the plum, melting in love thick palm; Wipe and fuschia red, light buckles one page twist ink water mirror, fall into the middle white, a little red, thrush, gently into the fundus, sinks down in the snow my heart; Somewhat, somewhat tender feelings, waiting for the warmth of the ying ying monohydrate, "is that you, finally come". If you well, is sunny, do you know?
In the winter, notice to sing dance a winter sonata, don't ask, don't now what ever, don't ask how to go tomorrow, met is the fate of relief; Gently, I came, silently I go, maybe used to be late, not glance, pink clothes, the memory dim moonlight of the veil; Red pink imprinting, knowing landscape known well, thin woven water cold mountain dream, title, love deeply; Clean the porch window of the seasons, in red mud small furnace, temperature of warm warm feeling.
Moderate's chi bound, smooth eyebrow eye in quiet time; Water, mountain, landscape color, a lift and a lift, dense color, draw the outline of a warm sun in winter; Clean snow, red plum, thriving, and a; This paper silent dialogue, even if the snow came the frost Huan, herein also still use tender feelings, curled up atop the good, keep touch, and time hobnob; In quietly creeping weed HuangYan, let grass luxuriant, let the memory of the desolate, twist sweet warm heart!
Sing a song in the winter, gently and slowly, walk in the sky are white, snow, walk in hong mei love snow, the whole leaning snow; At this time spend love affectionately, warm slowly!
雪舞一季，梅花三弄，情緣幾分，堪那碧空流云，偶爾會(huì)意心底；半癡半醉，眷戀飛花，留一方別有洞天，山光水色，錦繡素年，欲以深情相許，靜坐雪中，捻字墨紛飛；一片片承載了期望，翩翩起舞，回眸之間，觸碰已是涼涼冰雨，已是“ 山雨欲來(lái)風(fēng)滿樓 ”，蕭瑟近鄰，憂郁散落一地......
“ 誰(shuí)念西風(fēng)獨(dú)自涼，蕭蕭黃葉閉疏窗。沉思往事立殘陽(yáng)。 ”特喜歡納蘭的詩(shī)詞，清麗婉約中，賦予了潔凈純粹的情思；唯美的憂傷，幽幽的相思，串聯(lián)字里行間，始終如一的情，紅塵誰(shuí)念癡纏，瑟瑟風(fēng)雪，一紙對(duì)白，唯有這墨雨更為明白，揮灑如雨，傾城雪月；再見莞爾，再見時(shí)傾國(guó)傾城，唯有那一世情長(zhǎng)，揮灑清袖，云水清歡看過(guò)。
冬若是一位多情的詩(shī)人，那雪則是詩(shī)人的筆墨，梅則是詩(shī)人的情，詩(shī)人的魂；在這筆靈動(dòng)中，紅梅分外妖嬈嫵媚，一靜一動(dòng)，給冷色的冬天，一份情韻的畫面；柔美百回的感觸，茫茫雪海，一頁(yè)情懷的舟，游弋其中；堪那世間萬(wàn)物，也不過(guò)是浮塵煙云，塵埃落定之時(shí)，若依舊留守著這份純粹潔凈，那該多好！
熟知冷風(fēng)過(guò)，殘雪去無(wú)處，無(wú)人問(wèn)津，無(wú)人提及，短暫的飄雪，離別在即，“ 殘雪凝輝冷畫屏，落梅橫笛已三更，更無(wú)人處月朧明。 ”分外清冷，冷漠了視角…… 當(dāng)所有過(guò)往，漸變成書頁(yè)空白，曾經(jīng)沉寂的繞指柔情，擦肩而過(guò)；嘗盡百味，陳舊的執(zhí)念，依舊觸及柔情回眸；千百回，那熟悉的味道，依舊千百次裁剪，羽翼唇語(yǔ)；依依回到夢(mèng)的原鄉(xiāng)，重現(xiàn)初始的模樣，初開的氣息；期許靜坐成一星一月，寂靜相愛，默然歡喜。
梅開一樹暖，情染了一季冬天；那一枝紅，在霜白染盡里，綻放朵朵癡，瓣瓣的念；白雪皚皚，紅舞一廂情懷，灑落了一地情話；而落雪尋梅，梅傾雪；琴蕭合鳴，情濃了人間；這淺淺淡淡的相遇，總相宜，總適宜，雪沉靜的白如玉，梅溫潤(rùn)的紅如霞，嬌滴嫵媚，又寂靜無(wú)語(yǔ)，無(wú)聲勝有聲，一切都在了然間，都在拈花一笑間！
靜靜拈花不語(yǔ)，雪花潔白在光陰的路上，一片一片，飄落在梅的蕊里，融化在情濃掌心中；而梅紅紅一抹，輕扣一頁(yè)捻墨的水鏡，落入白白的中央，一點(diǎn)紅，畫眉點(diǎn)心，輕輕落入眼底，沉落在雪的心里；幾分的喜悅，幾分柔情，等待來(lái)了盈盈一水的溫暖，“是你，終于來(lái)了”；你若安好，便是晴天，你可知道？
冬日里，雪梅唱舞一首冬日戀歌，不問(wèn)今昔何昔，不問(wèn)明日何去，遇見了便是緣份的釋然；輕輕地，我來(lái)了，悄悄我去了，也許曾經(jīng)是故去的荷，無(wú)意的一瞥，粉紅了記憶的衣裳，朦朧了月色的面紗；紅粉色印跡，會(huì)意山水相知，編織水瘦山寒的夢(mèng)想，解語(yǔ)愛的刻骨；潔凈了四季的軒窗，在紅泥小爐，溫下暖暖的情。
溫和筆下的癡纏，柔潤(rùn)眉眼里靜謐的光陰；有水，有山，山水一色，一程又一程，情濃重彩，勾勒一幅暖陽(yáng)的冬；潔凈的雪，紅艷的梅，紅紅火火，歡歡喜喜一場(chǎng)；靜默這一紙對(duì)白， 即便雪鬢霜鬟，也依舊用柔情綽態(tài)、裊裊娉娉的美好，留存筆觸，與光陰對(duì)酌；靜靜地在蔓草荒煙上，讓草木葳蕤，讓即將荒蕪的記憶，捻香暖心！
唱一首冬天的歌謠，輕輕地，慢慢地，走在漫天皆白、皚皚白雪中，走在紅梅戀雪，傾城傾雪里；此時(shí)花情脈脈，溫暖徐徐！
"Who read west wind cold, alone. And yellow leaves rustling hydrophobic closed window contemplation of the past went." like he's poetry, qingli graceful, gives a clean and pure memories; Beautiful sadness, faint acacia, in series between the lines, consistent affection, the world of mortals who read chi bound, cold wind and snow, a white paper, only the ink rain more understand, be like rain, a fallen snow month; See you smile, goodbye America laguna, only the strong long writing clear sleeve, knot QingHuan seen.
Winter if a sentimental poet, that snow is the poet's pen and ink, mei is the mood of the poet, the poet's soul; In this clever, hong mei particularly enchanting charm, a static movement, to the cool winter, a latent image; The touch of the feminine best back, the vast xue, a page of feelings of the boat, cruising among them; Comparable to that everything in the world, but also is a dust cloud, when the dust settled, if still stay with the pure clean, wouldn't it be great!
Known as the cold wind, cx to nowhere, empty, no one mentioned, brief snow, ignore it, "cx coagulation fai cold screen, mei flute has the night, more no one month oboro Ming." especially cold, indifferent to the point of view... When all the past, gradually become a blank page, used to silence to round tender feelings, miss; Taste of subway, old obsession, still touching tenderness look back; Coming back to the familiar smell, still cut one thousand times, wings lips; Reluctant to go back to the hometown of dreams, recreate the initial appearance, open air; Expect to sit in a week in January, the silent love, silent.
Scored a tree warm and love the one season in the winter; That one is red, in frost white dyed, blossom blossoming delusion, leaf of reading; White, red dance a van feelings, on a line; And then find the plum, the plum pour snow; Jean shaw song, feeling strong human; About the light, total, total is appropriate, the quiet Snow White like jade, mei wen run red such as chardonnay, jiao drops of charm, and silence silent, silent sound, everything between know, sleeping in between a smile!
Sleeping quietly silent, the Snow White in the road of time, and one piece falling in the core of the plum, melting in love thick palm; Wipe and fuschia red, light buckles one page twist ink water mirror, fall into the middle white, a little red, thrush, gently into the fundus, sinks down in the snow my heart; Somewhat, somewhat tender feelings, waiting for the warmth of the ying ying monohydrate, "is that you, finally come". If you well, is sunny, do you know?
In the winter, notice to sing dance a winter sonata, don't ask, don't now what ever, don't ask how to go tomorrow, met is the fate of relief; Gently, I came, silently I go, maybe used to be late, not glance, pink clothes, the memory dim moonlight of the veil; Red pink imprinting, knowing landscape known well, thin woven water cold mountain dream, title, love deeply; Clean the porch window of the seasons, in red mud small furnace, temperature of warm warm feeling.
Moderate's chi bound, smooth eyebrow eye in quiet time; Water, mountain, landscape color, a lift and a lift, dense color, draw the outline of a warm sun in winter; Clean snow, red plum, thriving, and a; This paper silent dialogue, even if the snow came the frost Huan, herein also still use tender feelings, curled up atop the good, keep touch, and time hobnob; In quietly creeping weed HuangYan, let grass luxuriant, let the memory of the desolate, twist sweet warm heart!
Sing a song in the winter, gently and slowly, walk in the sky are white, snow, walk in hong mei love snow, the whole leaning snow; At this time spend love affectionately, warm slowly!
雪舞一季，梅花三弄，情緣幾分，堪那碧空流云，偶爾會(huì)意心底；半癡半醉，眷戀飛花，留一方別有洞天，山光水色，錦繡素年，欲以深情相許，靜坐雪中，捻字墨紛飛；一片片承載了期望，翩翩起舞，回眸之間，觸碰已是涼涼冰雨，已是“ 山雨欲來(lái)風(fēng)滿樓 ”，蕭瑟近鄰，憂郁散落一地......
“ 誰(shuí)念西風(fēng)獨(dú)自涼，蕭蕭黃葉閉疏窗。沉思往事立殘陽(yáng)。 ”特喜歡納蘭的詩(shī)詞，清麗婉約中，賦予了潔凈純粹的情思；唯美的憂傷，幽幽的相思，串聯(lián)字里行間，始終如一的情，紅塵誰(shuí)念癡纏，瑟瑟風(fēng)雪，一紙對(duì)白，唯有這墨雨更為明白，揮灑如雨，傾城雪月；再見莞爾，再見時(shí)傾國(guó)傾城，唯有那一世情長(zhǎng)，揮灑清袖，云水清歡看過(guò)。
冬若是一位多情的詩(shī)人，那雪則是詩(shī)人的筆墨，梅則是詩(shī)人的情，詩(shī)人的魂；在這筆靈動(dòng)中，紅梅分外妖嬈嫵媚，一靜一動(dòng)，給冷色的冬天，一份情韻的畫面；柔美百回的感觸，茫茫雪海，一頁(yè)情懷的舟，游弋其中；堪那世間萬(wàn)物，也不過(guò)是浮塵煙云，塵埃落定之時(shí)，若依舊留守著這份純粹潔凈，那該多好！
熟知冷風(fēng)過(guò)，殘雪去無(wú)處，無(wú)人問(wèn)津，無(wú)人提及，短暫的飄雪，離別在即，“ 殘雪凝輝冷畫屏，落梅橫笛已三更，更無(wú)人處月朧明。 ”分外清冷，冷漠了視角…… 當(dāng)所有過(guò)往，漸變成書頁(yè)空白，曾經(jīng)沉寂的繞指柔情，擦肩而過(guò)；嘗盡百味，陳舊的執(zhí)念，依舊觸及柔情回眸；千百回，那熟悉的味道，依舊千百次裁剪，羽翼唇語(yǔ)；依依回到夢(mèng)的原鄉(xiāng)，重現(xiàn)初始的模樣，初開的氣息；期許靜坐成一星一月，寂靜相愛，默然歡喜。
梅開一樹暖，情染了一季冬天；那一枝紅，在霜白染盡里，綻放朵朵癡，瓣瓣的念；白雪皚皚，紅舞一廂情懷，灑落了一地情話；而落雪尋梅，梅傾雪；琴蕭合鳴，情濃了人間；這淺淺淡淡的相遇，總相宜，總適宜，雪沉靜的白如玉，梅溫潤(rùn)的紅如霞，嬌滴嫵媚，又寂靜無(wú)語(yǔ)，無(wú)聲勝有聲，一切都在了然間，都在拈花一笑間！
靜靜拈花不語(yǔ)，雪花潔白在光陰的路上，一片一片，飄落在梅的蕊里，融化在情濃掌心中；而梅紅紅一抹，輕扣一頁(yè)捻墨的水鏡，落入白白的中央，一點(diǎn)紅，畫眉點(diǎn)心，輕輕落入眼底，沉落在雪的心里；幾分的喜悅，幾分柔情，等待來(lái)了盈盈一水的溫暖，“是你，終于來(lái)了”；你若安好，便是晴天，你可知道？
冬日里，雪梅唱舞一首冬日戀歌，不問(wèn)今昔何昔，不問(wèn)明日何去，遇見了便是緣份的釋然；輕輕地，我來(lái)了，悄悄我去了，也許曾經(jīng)是故去的荷，無(wú)意的一瞥，粉紅了記憶的衣裳，朦朧了月色的面紗；紅粉色印跡，會(huì)意山水相知，編織水瘦山寒的夢(mèng)想，解語(yǔ)愛的刻骨；潔凈了四季的軒窗，在紅泥小爐，溫下暖暖的情。
溫和筆下的癡纏，柔潤(rùn)眉眼里靜謐的光陰；有水，有山，山水一色，一程又一程，情濃重彩，勾勒一幅暖陽(yáng)的冬；潔凈的雪，紅艷的梅，紅紅火火，歡歡喜喜一場(chǎng)；靜默這一紙對(duì)白， 即便雪鬢霜鬟，也依舊用柔情綽態(tài)、裊裊娉娉的美好，留存筆觸，與光陰對(duì)酌；靜靜地在蔓草荒煙上，讓草木葳蕤，讓即將荒蕪的記憶，捻香暖心！
唱一首冬天的歌謠，輕輕地，慢慢地，走在漫天皆白、皚皚白雪中，走在紅梅戀雪，傾城傾雪里；此時(shí)花情脈脈，溫暖徐徐！