There is no spectacular flow down, no turbulence of the Tianhe River bursting, and no rushing drop.

Some are just faint and outpouring. Like an old man, brushing his white beard. Here, the water is white, and the fall is the steps: the white water slides from above, jumps down, accidentally stumbles into the pool below, and loops back...... The trickling water, flowing leisurely, the rivers are frozen in the years, leaving only the cold of the frost in the winter, and the white snow, when the spirit of the sky descends to the earth, is like a small fish, sliding the world to the new season.

Looking at it by the railing, it is fluttering one after another, flying all over the sky like falling Ying; Looking up, it fluttered and sprinkled, shining cold stars all over the place, and in the white picture scroll, everything was dressed in snow.

This is winter snow, pure and condensed. The world is so big that if I only stop in the spring, I can't see anything else.

Only by learning to say goodbye can we have new opportunities. Because goodbye is not the end, but the beginning. The four seasons alternate, and only in the continuous farewell can we meet spring again.

"This book is damn good" Chapter 13 It's rare to be serious It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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