Snow, as soft as clouds, as white as jade. Crystal clear snowflakes flutter in the sky, the streets are sprinkled with snow, and the houses are covered with snow. The whole earth turned into a silvery-white world. The snow, like a ball of goose feathers, makes the road white and flat. Look at the trees, covered with layers of snow, people walk on the snow, leaving a clear footprint behind them.

The winter solstice night is long, and the rain is endless, interpreting the lingering of heaven and earth. The rain fell, and the leaves fell, and the leaves fell, and the desolation of the land. Look at the cold wind slanting, the freezing rain is thin, the occasional trampling of muddy water whistling away, and the pedestrians staggering in the rain, the night sky is overflowing with warm dampness, rain, knocking on the dark roof tiles, and whistling cold wind, chanting and singing.

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.

Plum blossoms bloom proudly. The colorful flowers are white like snow, red like fire, yellow like gold, and pink like the sun...... Dancing in the cold wind, ice heart and jade bones. Smell carefully, a fragrance can't help but rush to the face, fragrant bursts, elegant and fresh, and suddenly make people feel refreshed......

Plum blossoms are not like other flowers, and when spring comes, they never compete with them for a bright spring. And lo and behold! It blooms so brightly and charmingly in the cold winter. The petals are lubricated and transparent, a little icy and jade-clear. Those plum blossoms, some of which have just bloomed, are effectively bees flying in to collect pollen; Some are in full bloom, and the pink petals are lovely.

Plum blossoms, the ice branches are tender and green, the shadow is sparse and elegant, the flowers are beautiful, and the fragrance is pleasant. It is colorful, peach, goose yellow, snow white...... Numerous. Red as the morning glow, white as snow, green as jasper. A cluster here, a cluster there, it can really be described as "plum blossoms". Not only that, its layers of petals, in different colors, crimson like blood, and light red is not bad at all, giving people an illusion that the ancients' "lovely crimson love light red" is not to describe peach blossoms, but to describe plum blossoms. Not to mention the white plum, it is far from enough to describe it with gorgeous words and phrases such as jade snow sculpture, ice muscle and jade bone, elegant and refined.

I was intoxicated by the beauty of the red plum when suddenly there was a faint aroma behind me. It turned out that I had a plum tree behind me. In the distance, I saw that the plum tree was blooming with a lot of white plums, white and white, as if covered with snow on a tree, and like white butterflies playing on the branches. Nearby, the flower is like a silver bowl holding a golden bowl, the petals are snow-white, and the stamens are golden and yellow, which is more beautiful than the red plum.

Plum blossoms are the most otherworldly flowers. Some are small and exquisite, and they are cute and cute; Some of them are shy, and they answer shyly; Some are dignified and generous, full of beauty...... Coupled with the strange fragrance of plum blossoms, it is really lovely.

The earth exudes an alluring fragrance, one that is more than a hundred birds singing! The bag makes people intoxicated than the autumn rain, and it can make people penetrate the heart, which is a noun of beauty, and it is an intoxicating narcotic winter! It is a noun for the withering of all things, but it is also a messenger bird before all things wake up! That's – snow. Pieces of snow fall overhead, and you will feel a burst of relaxation, as if every nerve is jumping happily......

At the beginning of winter, the wind is not so cold, but it is very windy. The trees beside the road were blown from side to side by the wind, and from time to time they made whining sounds, and the streets were dusty, and the scraps of paper scattered on the ground were swept up by the wind and fluttered high in the gray sky.

In the silver of the earth, it exudes a faint fragrance. The plum blossoms are proud of the wind and snow, and the colder and stronger the character is admirable. It has a unique beauty in the cold wind. A faint fragrance, although it does not have the fragrance of osmanthus for ten miles, but it has its own special beauty.

In the cold winter, alone in the face of the cold north wind, endure the biting cold, only the plum blossom blooms alone, it is the strongest, the most tenacious flower, although it does not have the grace and luxury of roses, there is no fragrance of gardenias, and there is no magnificence of peony, but it relies on the ordinary simplicity, backbone beauty to spread in the world, it is not afraid of cold, not afraid of hardship, through frost and snow, indomitable spirit red all over the world, famous all over the world, let painters to depict, let poets to praise, let the world to circulate.

Plum blossoms are different from other flowers, other flowers are afraid of difficulties, when encountering a little difficulty, bow their heads and fold their knots, can not be brave to overcome difficulties. In winter, everyone retreated, and in the warm spring, they woke up again, but the plum blossoms not only bloomed alone, but the vitality was also very tenacious, very much like a person!

Snow or plum, who is more beautiful?

Snowflakes are beautiful crystals that cling together in clumps as they fall, forming snow flakes. Individual snowflakes are usually as large as millet, fluttering in the air like catkins, and some are large, like goose feathers, and snow flakes fall from the air. The snowflakes are so light that they don't feel anything when they fall on people. No matter how light and small the snowflake is, how wonderful it is, its crystalline body is regularly hexagonal, so the ancients had the saying that "there are more than five flowers of plants and trees, and six snowflakes are alone". How beautiful and light the snowflakes are! It would be a pleasure to see the land covered with snow and the trees covered in silver again.

Pieces of small snowflakes are as light as smoke, as pure as jade, and as white as silver, fluttering and sprinkling, one after another, falling from the sky, kissing the earth after a long absence. The magnificent hexagonal petals, as light as smoke, as moist as jade, and as white as clouds, quietly fell to the earth, covering Mother Earth with a quilt. As far as the eye can see, the whole world is white like a fairytale kingdom of ice and snow. The branches of the trees that had lost their leaves were covered with sparkling silver bars.

Time has been flowing, and it has been flowing, and it will not stop waiting for me to come to my senses and repent. I will live my life as the days turn. Decadence seems to have become some kind of pride. I was disgusted and despised for such a boring and boring life. There's always something to learn.

Life is either wonderful or uneventful. Since you are struggling to survive, you should try to make every step of your life brilliant. I also thought about going to many, many places, Tibet, Dunhuang, Sahara...... Even if it's just to walk around, it's time to move forward step by step towards your ideals. What I need to do is not only my foot strength, but most importantly, the accumulation of knowledge. Many wishes cannot be supported by imagination alone.

Every minute, every second, what is bubbling is not only the blood in your body, but also the source of your life - time. Listen, a little bit of it, slow but urgent, take you, from youth to aging.

I have been wasting my time, and the pale days are repeating day by day. Watching movies, chatting, sleeping, and even novels were left in the corner. For a long time, I didn't text or call friends on my phone, and their faces gradually blurred in my oblivion...... I can't remember how long it has been since I had a full morning or a full dusk. Most mornings, I'm asleep in dead dreams, and most evenings, I'm soaking in the backwaters woven by the web.

As the moon passed, a wisp of clear water flowed out, and a burst of fragrance flowed out; The annual rings of the tooth moon are only pale faces, waiting helplessly; Remembering the quicksand, no one can see his figure, no one can hear his footsteps, everything is going on in the passing, exploding in the passing.

Time, for people, is something that people can't fathom. However, it is the kind of thing that makes people cherish their time more. If, the years can give everyone wishes. I hope that the years can be reversed.

Time is invisible and intangible, just when you don't pay attention, it has quietly passed by you, maybe you have waited, but, what can you do? You still have to think about it. So we have to cherish time and cherish time.

Time is ticking, and it never stops; Everything is being renewed, and we are growing. The years are so fair, they never give people a second more, and on the contrary, they don't give anyone a second less. Everyone will experience the most important transition in life by the passage of time, such as: from naivety to maturity, from impulsiveness to composure, from innocence to prudence.

Time is ticking, and it never stops; Everything is being renewed, and we are growing. The years are so fair, they never give people a second more, and on the contrary, they don't give anyone a second less. Everyone will experience the most important transition in life by the passage of time, such as: from naivety to maturity, from impulsiveness to composure, from innocence to prudence.

What can I do in thousands of days? I'm afraid it's just a matter of getting by. The days of the past are like a thin mist, blown away by the wind, damp by the rain, so what traces of youth have left me? The scars of the years.

The passing years, the passing myths, these promises that the earth is God's will, the gentle universe, what can I do with this little planet? Only in the passage of time awaits a new miracle.

The ruthless old man of time is like a cold wind, blowing away the new breath of all things, but as long as you hurry with it on the road, there will be nothing to regret when you get old.

What can I do in thousands of days? I'm afraid it's just a matter of getting by. The days of the past are like a thin mist, blown away by the wind, damp by the rain, so what traces of youth have left me? The scars of the years.

In the blink of an eye, the long years of the year have been like the sand in the hand, silently lost. However, if the sand is lost, you can grab another handful; The flowers are withering, and they can wait until the next spring to bloom again; Childhood passes, but you can never go back

Time is invisible and intangible, just when you don't pay attention, it has quietly passed by you, maybe you have waited, but, what can you do? You still have to think about it. So we have to cherish time and cherish time.