It really snowed in Anyang, and I also waited for the first heavy snowfall here, so I wanted to write something and chat with masturbation ...
Snow, for me, a holy and pure word also contains my endless love, it can also be said to love to the bones, which is why I have to choose a school in the north, that is why I love it Crystal, light and flying. I always thought that snow should be related to poetry, and it should also be a romantic poem, just like Zhimo's "Emerald Cold Night", romance and agility, softness and tenderness, but it was hard to escape the imprint of the cold rain.
Is this poem quiet? No, it also has a sound. Didn't you hear the crackling of poplar branches, and there were creaks when you stepped on it? There are actually many sounds, but you didn't pay close attention to it.
I also always have a wish to accompany you in such a poplar forest, holding your hand and seeing your frozen red face, as if it is the brightest color in the world.
You and I were walking side by side in the forest, feeling the snow flying, watching the branches of the birds startled, kicking off a few snow, hurriedly flying to another tree, and the branches were trembling and trembling. The snow fell.
I smiled at you and asked, cold or cold, you shook your head stubbornly. I can't help but soften your face, laugh, and it's frozen like this, it's not cold, are you penguin!
Before I finish speaking, let me jump away and see you mumble slowly. How can there be a penguin? Suddenly you yelled, okay, you bad guy, how dare you call me short!
I just smirked before I reacted. You are not only short, but stupid!
You put your hand up and reached out to me, but in the end it was still a second behind. In this way, you and I run, chase and laugh in the forest.
Tired of running, I held you in my arms and saw you panting, and said, it's not cold now.
I really want to hold you like this, don't let go, don't give up. But stillness is broken by your sneeze. I laughed at you, counted you, and distressed you. I still took out a paper towel and wiped it for you, so the beauty was broken by the flu. I had to take you out of the woods, and quickly return to the house, asking urgently if you want to take some cold medicine, you are in pain, no need! I'm still very strong! However, the words didn't finish, another sneeze followed, and it completely broke your confidence. You had to cry and look at me. I prepared medicine for you, poured water, and very reluctantly picked up the glass and weighed the medicine. It seemed I really want to try how similar it is.
I hung up my face quickly, and said, hurry up, don't let it go, the medicine is bitter.
You have to raise your hand and throw the medicine into your mouth, as if there is a sense of righteousness, watching you hurriedly holding up the drinking glass to drink water, but I smiled silly. I said silently in my heart, fool, this is the happiest winter I have ever had!
Sometimes, it is this simple impulse that I want to take out what I think is the best and share it with the person I love the most. And snow is the love of my life. Of course, you too, I will dream about you and snow. The poetic and artistic interpretations performed together may be just plain, happy and happy.