snow

It tells you in a graceful dance and a cold face, whether you expect it or not, whether you miss it or not, no need to wait - inscription.

Have you forgotten that it once told you: next time, to accompany you for the season; if you forget, it has guarded you: a night wind, waiting for you to wake up; if you forget, it has hugged you, a trace, a glimpse, forever Remember you, it, that has long been forgotten - snow.

The cold wind of the twelfth month sent it to this small town that had long been forgotten; would you remember that you were worried about snow when you were a child? Do you think of you, when you are young, you are sighing at the beauty? It's coming, six years late, after all, you have forgotten it, but it remembers you, it has your breath on it; you are stunned, the heart is full, the dusty memory, gently tremble Looking forward to your thoughts...

The flying stalks in the distance took away the sound of autumn; the snow in front of the window left the figure of winter; the smear of the corner of the mouth whispered the joy of fullness, because there was nothing to think about, so there was nothing to ask for, so nothing avoid. Simple mind, thin back...

So crystal, like crystal; so cold, like ice crystals; sky full of goose feathers, leaving you the cleanest piece; put this warmth into the palm, put this snow into the eyes, close your eyes and see the world. Very clear and immersive, although bitter, but also happy.

It quietly falls when you and I are the most lost, no expectations, no thoughts, no waiting, so it is; it is silent when you and I are the most lost, no blessing, no sadness, quiet, so Going, Grandpa, so is it, go quietly, take away all my thoughts, all the tears, pamper my grandfather, so go...

The greatness of the snow, the greatness, the greatness, and the deep imprint into my heart, screaming...

When you come, you don't have to wait; when you go, you don't need to wish - postscript

First day: Wanjia