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I was a child from the Central Plains, I love nature, love nature, dark green in summer, golden autumn, the fragrance of spring, winter flawless. I like very early time barefoot in nature, strong feelings of the run, Chatteris think, I think this is a happy thing.
snow, is no stranger to me, but when you come to the snowy north, they will inevitably have a kind of surprised. Under the thick snow here relieved under, the more snow under the set, you can Maguo your ankle. Central China under the new snow, lingering under, went without leaving any traces.
large snow today, the weather was cold, I was alone looking at the University of swirling, and suddenly my heart a little startled, then decided to go for a walk. Put on coat, picked up a camera down the snow Fun communion easy one.
snow fell on my shoulders and kissed my forehead. I think this is all so kind, so I looked up his arms, and snow hit a full term. I quietly walk in the lake, aimlessly, with no distractions. Only occasionally hear the foot of the I walked step by step, one step left foot. When I go back and clear footprints like those in recounting the story of a lonely, they are buried for a while and the wind, and suddenly I understand why people would move forward, not backwards to go. As this snow, in front of immaculate, smooth and bright, people are eager, always want to in this silent land left their footprints and break this silence. When you have this beautiful when the snow was curious, even if the front is a trap, but also the steps taken to travel, because we have an exploration of the heart.
this much snow, white snow covered everything, walk on [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I think it is like a mirror, able to clearly illuminate the mirror of your internal organs. I think those who have been contaminated by secular people do not deserve this tread snow, I was afraid he tarnished it. So I asked myself, to maintain the sinking, purity of heart.
quiet those ancient buildings lying in the snow, the snow falling gently in the tree branches, and sometimes the occasional fall of old trees that bent waist, from afar like a indifferent to the ink color, it is so leisurely, that kind of harmony. Suddenly I feel life is as it should be, it does not need gorgeous color, does not need those straight lines. It is like music, although only seven notes, may be it can sound sweet chapter. Life is bit by bit, is the process. Look at a shallow depth which one large and one small footprint, the children chase each other slapstick noise, I think [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], that is happiness. Happiness should be simple and transparent way to come as two geese flying over the sky. We always complain about life, too tired to complain about life [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], happiness can be not knowing around us, but we always missed with it, it really complain life?
sunset, I knew this snow has been gone two or three hours, the day was cold, but my heart is still very active. Occasionally through a person, they threw me a puzzled look. Yes, this baby is silly, so cold weather is still walking around here. But they know where, precisely because of this snow to much of the inspiration of this Yeah baby.
I think this is life, this is life.
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