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2018年09月11日
Snowflake in my heart

In the early morning, when the world was soaked in rain, I walked by the lake, the rain left the sound on the clapper of the umbrella, and the pattern was painted on the blue water.


A dead branch fell at her feet, and there were signs of a new fracture. A bird, not afraid of life, stood on a leafless branch, bent over it, and could not see the look in her eyes .


I thought it might have been the home of her forefathers, the season of its growth, where she waited to be fed, where she learned to fly. That twig might have been her resting place for days and nights, and she and her beloved watched the lotus blossoms in the lake,MD Senses the fish swimming under the water, and occasionally drew a beautiful curve on the water.


Now the past is gone, the branches old, she alone, only a bird left, together memories, did not think a night of rain, the branches broken.


I picked it up and put it on the side of the road. I worried that the unwary man would step on it and see the tears in the bird's eyes.


Umbrella to deliver voice, changed, hard, a few gentle tension, seed the snow began to fall, and finely some like sugar, but not so neat, amounts should be like broke the crystal sugar,Mini Dynamo salt and pepper I don't want to use to describe, I prefer sweet taste, and took her in his mouth, opened, and indeed some sweet.


I rolled up my umbrella and watched them fall over my grass green cotton-padded clothes. The polyester fabric was a bit slippery. They were like naughty children playing with yo-yo boards.


I gently shake the sleeve, let those stranded snow seeds into the soil, complete their lives, only once such a heroic journey.


The leaves had changed in color,Adrian Cheng their chapped, flecked skin, and the seeds had grown into flakes, thin though they were, in the shape of goose feathers. Some of my eyelids are cold, they have glued to my eyebrows, and let my body temperature warm, a few drops of crystal water.


It has not snowed for a long time, in the warm south, rain is not a rarity, snow is very stingy, stingy like the girl's affection, always delay for a long time, only then will cast to the lover who actually loves.


I also like snow. I don't lack the shadow of snow in my memory. I can make a snowman, have a snowball fight and chase rabbits.


It may be that the country is colder than the city and better suited to snow growth. After living in the city for a long time, the memory of snow has faded. Moreover, the image of memory has changed its scenery, becoming the broken umbrella, camera, beauty and green tree.


I am the person that likes quiet, like to pull open a curtain, languid lazily see the leaf outside house green green huang huang, bubble a cup of full-bodied tea, see dense hot air linger, however a friend of many years says we go to see snow together? The heart is ready to move, like the face of a love of the woman, gave a little good color, the heart is looking forward to romance blossoming.


Ultimately failed to attend because of the snow stopped, product in all let those dead branches of the tree when the tea, fell on the ground all let the warm earth melts, the only in perhaps only hide in the heart of every snowflake, or holy or cold, like the birds of the broken branches of emotions, or gratitude or moans...

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