The north wind is beautiful

The wind, blowing quietly, the window was blown and screamed.

I, quietly watching, enjoying the tranquil night scene in winter.

There is a word: north wind;

There is a poem: returning to Beijing;

Together they witness the beauty of the wind.

It brings the signal of winter;

It brings the winter of painting;

It has witnessed the years we have traveled together.

At that time, I was not using expressions to express my anger;

At that time, I was not using my lies to deceive myself;

At that time, I cleaned up the eyes that were lost by the fairy tale!

The snow at the moment, like white cotton,

That is true and natural.

The snow at the moment, like clean paper,