If winter goes, can you blame?

The azure-colored smoke and rain has already smashed a small volume. I look at the people who traveled far away. If winter goes, you will come back to you--inscription.

A season of winter, it is a song, such as the whitewashed old man's splashing landscape, in the light and elegant picture, both passionate and affectionate; and you, whether, as in the depths of the water town, the person with a paper umbrella The woman in the rain lane, smiling like a flower, graceful.

If winter goes, can you blame? With the scent of snowflake, with the footsteps of the years, I walked all the way to the place I set for you. Such a place of residence is prepared for you. There is a small garden, and the garden is a shallow pool of squares. It is clear and innocent. It just passes through the flowering period of lotus lotus. Therefore, there are leaves and flowers in the water. This is a small regret; The purple vine flower I planted for you, naturally also has the green onion tree you like; under the shelf is placed two bamboo wicker chairs, there are Pu'er temperature, there are two wines, and of course, the line of grease The stone of the commentary of Zhai Zhai. That's all, I want to come, you are happy.

Thinking of your appearance, I often come to you from the text.

My text is incomplete, but it will always follow your steps. It always falls in the Chang'an Mazhaopo and the Yellow River Fenglingdu in the north, watching the Yanshan Snowflakes as big as the seats, listening to the Qin cavity as a wolf; Falling in the South China's Gusu Hanshan Temple, Lingnan Xiaorong, reading poetry Fangfei dreams still open, enjoy the shadow of Yuting with snow; will also fall in Xin Qiji's Wu Hook Jianfeng, shoot the railings, no one will, Deng Linyi; will fall in the deepest part of Liantang in Li Yi'an Nandu, Yan Yan is also sad, but it is old acquaintance.

This season's deep winter is the grayish white snow in the north, covering the Baikal Lake like Xuetao paper. It is the acacia that Suwu shepherd looks back at Chang'an. This season's deep winter is also the southern navy blue rain, wet the Lingnan Pearl River. Like the night, the purple pen is the love of three hundred lychees in Dongpo. This season's deep winter, or the yellow wind in the northwest, blows up the Huizhou ink like the starlight on the Loess Plateau. Ji Shi’s helplessness is reluctant.

Yes, this season is the end of the winter.

This season's winter will go far, and you, if you are already calculating the return date.

Like Li Wei of the Southern Tang Dynasty, I stood in the ten-mile pavilion where Zhu Luyu should be still standing, looking forward to your coming and going, waiting for you!

Occasionally, remembering one sentence of Gu Man, the most painful thing in the world is not the eternal loneliness, but the warmth and vitality that I see, but I can't do anything; the most painful thing in the world is not that I can't do anything, but when everything is tentacle I can't, but I don't want to reach out.

Sometimes, I also think, how far is the distance between spring and winter, and how far is it between winter and spring?

I deeply believe that there will always be a kind of affection in the world, no matter how far away you are from me, or a different world, and my eyes, my heart, my dreams, The traces of seeing you passing are so light and clear.

This winter, it is separated from you for several seasons. In my heart, it is like the poorness of the lack of water on the loess. I can’t grow the beauty vanilla, but I occasionally grow the undead Shandandan and the saffron. There is a scribble, and the loneliness is kept on the original. Let me look under the sky of blue and white porcelain, watch the wind of the season fly over, fall in my arms, let my eyes greet you with enthusiasm.

Always conceived, you will be on the last day of a winter, the azure of the rain, holding a paper umbrella, riding a awning boat, walking through the curved bluestone bridge, with that bunch of green plum, came to me, It is like the appearance of the water in the past, some shyness, or a little joy.

I remember that Jiang Xun said that the deepest love is a peace, better than all languages. Maybe, but I need you to be quiet and warm, just a sentence of peace. Some affectionate, need to use the oldest age to complete, and some warm, but need to use all the way to the mountains and water to accompany!

If you understand, that is the most generous compassion.

I understand that it is not necessary to see how many scenery with you, nor how much joy you must have when you are relative to you. Instead, you have given me the warmth, you have given me the approval, and the years are in us. The taste and atmosphere of the fireworks that have been left in the palm of your hand.

The same piece of music, listened to it for a few years, still like it; the same person, in the text, still like it. Think about it, I am coming to this world, perhaps, just to meet you in the season of Wanshui Qianshan and you are in a good season, or to rub you shoulders at a corner where you are going around, and then in the text Leave your look. There are very few things that have been kept in my life. Only you look like it has not changed. Even after years, you in the deep wrinkles, in my eyes, the woman who walked through the rain alley, or The way I look at the water, I still love to watch.

I think of growing up with you, but I can't get along with you.

On the days that have passed, Fanghua is doing well, and I am young and full of people, all of them are full of shock and shock. Once, I loved your burning beauty, and when you are old, you love your steps. Just as a fireworks smashed in the night sky, the flowering of a lotus flower in October was just right, and the snow fluttering in winter was just right. All, beautiful, beautiful to tears!

Every season will go, just like this winter month, the snow has come, the beauty is over, and finally it is going.

You can wait for you in the next season, such as the four seasons of scenery, such as the smog and rain, such as the azure of the sky, and I am waiting for you.

The rain in winter will always fall in somewhere in the south, or on a small bridge, or in the yellow plum season at home, the azure look is somewhat chilly. At the same time, there will be no reason to think of Huang Meizi in the distance, Huang Meiyu, and a distant person.

In the rainy season in the south, I am in the rain; in the northern part of the snow, you are in the snow. The rain will wet the blue tile paper umbrella awning boat, the snow will cover the pear blossom plum lilac, when you calculate the time in the snow, and I will wait for you in the azure smoke and rain.

The wild geese have returned, the snow flies off, the awning boat in Lingnan drifts away, the azure-colored smoke is already a small volume, and I am still looking at the far-away person, I want to know If you go winter, are you coming back?