Chapter 117: Her Curse...... Here it comes!!!

Life is a nameless river, is deep or shallow, people have lived, life is a glass of colorless wine, is bitter or sweet, people drink, in this hurried years, life is like a beautiful flower, in the sun, slowly blooming, we must protect this flower, let us meet life with full enthusiasm, challenge ourselves, cherish our own life.

Life is fragile, cherish life, because it may run away if you are not careful. Cherishing life is the source of our happiness; Cherishing life is something that each of us must do with all our might! Only in this way can the flower of our life bloom incomparably brightly and brilliantly......

With its unique beauty, life has infiltrated every bit of life; A beautiful life comes from a love for life. Life walks in the palm of your hand, please take care of it; Life carries too much beauty, please take it seriously. Perhaps, yesterday's success or failure has become a thing of the past, tomorrow's fantasy is unrealistic, life is today, see today, cherish life, everything will exist.

Life is only once, and it is precious to everyone. So what should we do with life? I think that since we have been in the world, we must cherish the value of life. In a sense, life is harder than death. It only takes a moment of courage to die, but it takes a lifetime of faith to live. Therefore, we should cherish life, not because it does not live for a long time, but whether it is full and meaningful.

The biting cold wind blew and came at me from time to time. And, occasionally, naughty little snowflakes fall one after another, just like dancing.

Winter nights are not only cold and lonely, but also contain countless beauty, which comes from the heart, and is a curling smoke in the depths of the heart. Like the bell of the evening prayer, it comes from afar, with pious prayers and good wishes, spreading beauty in every corner.

The moonlight is so cold, and the trembling feeling is like a broken stone, gently hitting the bottom of my heart like a pool of gentle lake water, gently rippling, reflecting bits and pieces, small and fragmented memories of the past. Especially in this cold winter night, the artistic conception of Xiao Se is even more aggravated by the infatuation of the beloved in the past, in the silence of the night, in this vast silence, let this beautiful miss kiss his soul, so that when you close your eyes, you can see the clear love of your beloved.

The leaves of the tree have not yet fallen. A few trees in front of the window were still verdant a few days ago. Suddenly, like a night of freezing rain, the leaves that were still hanging on the branches suddenly became a little withered. The leaves seem to be a little nostalgic for the verdant charm of summer, still dark green, clutching the branches, unwilling to drift away.

In winter, the snow flies, and the river is covered in that thick ice coat, and although we can't swim in the river anymore, the river still brings us joy, and we enjoy skating, building snowmen, and having snowball fights on the river. Happy laughter echoed in the sky.

Winter is inherently sentimental, quiet can sometimes make people panic, and white can sometimes make people feel lonely. In the sad winter, have you ever encountered something that makes you sad?

The monotonous pure white lingers on the winter earth. It also seems to bring a kind of loneliness to people. White is always so poignant, and it also makes the winter full of cold, no more flowers, no more birds, no more scorching sun, storms, and even the fruitful and flying sycamores have never appeared. Winter is like an angel in white, bringing a tranquil beauty immersed in sadness. At the sound of the mother tree, she fell asleep. Because he understands that winter is coming. When the withered grass is lit, it burns violently, turning itself into ashes, and warms its frozen heart with the light of the fire, and drifts away with the winter wind, where will it be white?

The falling snowflakes, like my frozen heart, withered, fell to the ground, and shattered. When the snow is dancing and flying, my sorrow is presumptuous, full of butterflies, lonely, but fluttering.

The winter sun is still like a fireball at noon, glowing hot, as if it wants to burn your skin too, and the pain of moths on your face is like a moth to a fire.

Winter is white and quiet, although white always feels so bleak and makes winter full of cold, but it is like an angel, giving people a kind of quiet beauty and a force that cannot be ignored.

Flying snow sustenance my thoughts, towards your paradise spread endlessly, yesterday's parting face, still in front of me, like a never-ending nightmare, to fill this sky, but choose to forget you forever, tears in the attachment, into a moat, the story originally has no end, and then recall yesterday, the tide of the sea, you smile and say that you will never separate, the oath at that time, just a deception, who leans on me when I wake up from a dream?

The early winter of this year is lacking snow, the early winter has been waiting for the first snow of winter, his first love, the end of the decade, the snow still hasn't come, she quietly guards, waiting...... In the past snow, I thought about Xue Fei's dancing posture and exiled my cold body.

The sad winter, the monotonous white, lingers on the earth. Winter represents the arrival of spring, and the cold is about to pass. After winter, we will welcome a spring with a hundred flowers! Spring is full of birds, but I prefer a quiet, pale winter with a unique beauty.

They were still flying, and I was answered by the chirping of birds. So I listened to them, and somehow I heard a hint of sadness in them. On second thought, yes, every piece of sky, every cloud, and every inch of land below them is where they once flew and lived! That's right, this trace of sadness is the reluctance in their hearts, and all the nostalgia for this place. They are saying goodbye to the people, the things, and everything here. Listen carefully, and the sadness of parting is fully revealed. Yes, they want to unreservedly squander their physical strength, along with tears, on the land where they were born and raised, even if they will be late to a warm place because of this little delay, and they will suffer a lot of unnecessary torture on the way......

It's cold, it seems to say that it's cold, it's cold, a few days ago it was still warm and sunny, and a snowstorm came without warning. The cold caught people off guard. Just like me now, sitting here with cold hands and feet, chewing the cold air that keeps coming out of my heart, I keep saying that I am cold, but I have never been so cold as today, as if my heart has fallen into something all of a sudden. So heavy.

Winter has arrived, the cold snap has come, goose-feather snow has flown all over the sky, and the whole world has been dressed in white.

In winter, the snow is falling heavily, and the small snowflakes are like little elves, jumping and falling, bringing a little chill to people. Although the Spring Maiden can't wait to go to work, the messenger of winter, Xuehua, seems to be very nostalgic for the beauty of the world and refuses to leave for a long time. No, it's snowing a lot today.

The weather was overcast, and the sky was full of thick, low, grayish-yellow cloudy clouds. The northeast wind whined and roared, running wildly in the wilderness, as if it held a sharp sword, which could pierce through the tight leather jacket, not to mention the exposed face, which was slashed again and again by it, and the pain was unbearable.

In winter, it snows heavily, and snowflakes fall on the persimmon tree one after another, as if the persimmon tree is wearing a white cotton jacket.

I was stabbed again and again, and the pain was unbearable.

Walk on the trails that are bitterly cold in winter. At first, I didn't know how cold the wind was, but after more than 10 minutes, I noticed that the heat on my body was gradually dissipating. At this time, I was shivering with cold, and the icy cold wind kept hitting me, making my body feel unprecedented pain.

There are all kinds of hexagonal snowflakes, some like silver needles, some like fallen leaves, and some like shredded paper, which is very beautiful.

On a quiet winter night, the moonlight seemed to be very cold, and he whispered softly to the castle tower. Walking through the streets, walking through the long road in the hazy moonlight, the night is wet, as if it is about to sink.

However, the seasons change, the days continue day by day, things are completed one by one, and the blessings are sent to the weekend, please throw away that little bit of worry, enjoy the rare leisure, Lulu's happy smile. Have a great weekend!

Autumn has passed, I came to the empty water's edge in the cold wind, the sky is blue and the sky is far away, the water marks are thin and thin, I tighten my clothes, I can't help but miss my relatives and friends in the distance, and I wish you all peace in my heart! Sigh, it's cold, pay attention to the ambiguity!

As soon as the rain stopped, the sky was like clouds splashing ink, and in the distance was a dull blue; Outside the small window is a bleak and lonely winter scene.

It is said that the wind is like a mother's hand, gently caressing us, Nima, today's wind is like a stepmother's hand, and the big mouth is calling to death.

In winter, fog rises from the mountains, and the creek is immersed in a thick fog. The river was steaming hot, and the heat and the fog were united, and then the river was like the Milky Way in the sky. At night, the surface of the river is covered with a thin layer of ice, and from a distance, it looks like an irregular mirror, illuminating our village and our land in response to the faint starlight and moonlight in the sky. The small river in my hometown, the beautiful river, flows day and night, bringing happiness and vitality to the villagers!

Winter, a cold season, but for us children, it is a warm season, a season full of laughter. This winter is also very cold, but there has not been a single snow so far, I really hope that there will be a snow soon, so that this winter will become white, become happy, and let the warmth always accompany us throughout the winter!

Counting nine cold days, frozen snow, the whole world has become a big refrigerator, the mountains are shivering coldly, the river is frozen and the air seems to be solidifying.

Bai Jingmo, I'm still alive, are you happy? This cold winter seems to have chilled my heart, I don't know, are you ready!

Her curse...... Here it comes!!!