From time to time the distance, warm a world of mortals story.
I sat in the window, listening to the snow outside. The snow is long scenery, quiet world, only to hear the heart in the spread of memories, thoughts like branches but not moving snow, and on cable into the dust. Outside the window the snow flying in, stunning sky diffuse to the world, a wisp of cool arrogance, no in between heaven and earth and the graceful dance, staggered lingering fall into the dust, the Jade Snow, is static beauty hubbub, ethereal beautiful. Also move also static, let the heart away from earthly, as if he is a snowflake, no mind, the mind is so clear and transparent. From the days come and go with the wind, a Qing Huan, fluttered and plain fleeting.
'green ants new grains wine, red small stove. Late day to snow, can drink a cup of no 'let me use the red small stove warm, twist a bustling place to read. Listen to the silent world of snow, a large static. Through the cold storage in love, let the heart at the moment. The vast snow, make the earth now grey-haired. We indulge in the years ahead, in each other's eyes or face green. A dust heart in half, now can wear even with snow. In another place and time, and who like me in front of the window the snow, like a lonely lonely heart, with snow falling in the dust together, let all the hustle and bustle, becoming light if no trace at.
The snow is so light, falling to the earth but is so thick, she embraces all things. If the snow drifted to the heart, let all worry precipitation - at the moment. Those unreal obsession, has been with the snow in the wind. Beautiful dream, let oneself after a snow cleaning things, a belief, in the edge of the deep reason is shallow, the left is left to go to the. Let a tolerant and open-minded Qingning own world. A warm cup of tea, a pot of wine, in the snow days, heart beating, snow fall tranquility.
The earth is like a way in, you should write what time? This need not say too many words, because at the moment seems so feeble. Only with a calm heart in this snow allure, light pen ink a Shi Qing huan. Just like those little birds, in the snow on a bamboo, a plum, a piece of a flower fresh and elegant, in this glass like world from printed into a tree, then let the flower that leaves open your heart.
Listen to snow in the wind, from time to time the distance, warm a red story, there was me and you.