Lost in the Snow

 Snow finally fell down, like a lost child, the city passed a panic.
Standing at the window a long time, waiting for the direction of the first flakes of snow falling, can the message of hope with her into his arms, do a distance contacts. Although this is the city in the first snow of this winter, I still adhere to the view of a pair of eyes, waiting for its arrival.
has been like looking at the sky , from the ignorant is the case since childhood, like the kind of joy and happiness fall from the sky. that time of the northwest, the wind swept the city over Heroically, roaring, raging, roaring camel destroy the flowers from Willow , Vol wrapped away, the remaining, only the empty mess Lane, and I look thin body hold up.
I never feel lonely, not even a trace of fear, just because I like. like a long stand in the alley Looking at the tail of the direction of the wind, listen carefully, the wind passing through every place, there are people singing in it, shoot, corner, grass banks, river, or even ask in the leaves that flutter between the spider silk, but alsoknow from where to where to go, as the butterfly of happiness, full of sweet pick homing after the joy of finding species.
So, I always think that, spring flowers, summer rain, autumn leaves, are full of sorrow, because they deviated from the direction of heaven, when the kind of pain from the branches do not shoot across the sky, the pathos of the affair with what a. who are so beautiful, the fragrance of spring flowers, summer rain lingering, Akiba the stunning, all started as a site picture, dress over the city, in the end, but always ending is lonely, how sad it is.
seen the seasons, I suddenly felt life was nothing but a speech play, we all face, sweet bloom in the lens, when the curtain pulled, Cang night comes, who can see the sadness that we included in the lips?
the fourth quarter of the wind is still popular, it seems is that ever hard working stage manager, listen to the timing, the props like snow accurately throw the shoulders of the city, creating a Xiaosha background. Shen twilight of the mountains, the cold corner, hasty footsteps and the silence of the river, toward their different fate, who rub shoulders with the who are not warm Fireworks rub.
Liuguangfeiwu long past the age of hibernation this season of our emotions, not even leaving a little bit of regret. Heart Lake, Shen Results have been ice, past, such as transparent windows, hand touch, but never can be, and.
landscape when all was quiet, when all the sad feelings away, we can do Only the eyes trying to reach out the window, extension to heaven and see the snow itself, piece by piece bury them, Soul Heaven.
quietly, quietly. snow sprawling across my line of sight, painted in the sky one after another the wrong symbol, and then quietly fell on the city's palm, and instantly melted. Oh, poor child, and Chunhua Xia Yuqiu leaves you the same? can not find the direction of Heaven, had to stop fans chaotic pace, and my palm as your final destination, I accept you to the emotional drift.
good helpless ah! you from the cold heaven, have to seek the warmth of moment, the cost of your life to in exchange for the last happy time, which is what a brave ah. But you know, what I was taking a heart? When you put away as soft as butterfly wings that, when you lay the body beautiful in my arms, kissing my face, I wish this moment to be eternal, attached to my heart, be it ice cold with the wind.
against the wind, spread out his hands, watching snow safely , and then melted into a glistening ice tears fall from my eyes quietly.