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冬悄然地到来,给平素的日子增添几许欣喜,落红的季节已过,那写满清愁的枯叶,也不知飘向了哪里?于是双手合十,期待一场暴风雪的来临,期待雪的洗礼。掩盖往日的烦恼,洗却记忆里的尘垢,做回没心没肺的自己。行走于素白的年华,白狐的心事谁懂?轻捻文字的温婉,在清泠的时光中,把至纯至真的心香,舒散在寂寞的冬季;轻挽时光的臂膀,在安静的尘烟里,于花开又花谢的轮回中,紧握手心的暖意。此生,以花的姿态行走于浮尘,在四季更
Winter quietly arrival, to the usual days to add a little happy, off the red season has passed, and that dead leaves filled with unhappy, I do not know where to drift? So his hands together, looking forward to a snowstorm, looking forward to the snow baptism. Cover up the troubles of the past, wash away the dirt in memory, do back heartless myself. Walking in the prime of life, Arctic fox’s mind who understand? Light twist text gentle, in the Qing Ling of the time, the pure and true heart incense, Shu scattered in the lonely winter; light pull the arm of time, quiet In the dust, flowers and flowers in the reincarnation, the palm of your hand warmth. This life, to spend the gesture of walking in the dust, more in the four seasons