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After a heavy snow at dusk, walking home from school . Hand bend the branches from the street holding the next mass of snow and watched it melt slowly in your hand into water , remembering last year's snow daysshowtime lingerie.

That night , walking in the garden paths , Xue Piaopiao Sasa underground with, under the street light was very bright , always feel that the rural summer fireflies . Onto small slope , standing downward slope overlooking the expanse of white dotted with little dark green pines , like sunny sky , the day was according to become white and the stars turned green ; another is a luxury damask , white dark green pattern. Slope through the grass , not stepped foot on the snow , a layer sink , leaving string of footprints . To stand under the tree , shaking plot with snow branches, the branches of snow have fallen , like a blossoming honeysuckle bloom desolate . Sitting in the snow only to find snow than marshmallow still soft. Looked up at the night sky , inky canvas dotted with little petals, not bright but quiet and elegant.

Snow on the rack to a child about a snowball fight , never noticed Piao was floating down to the ground , butterfly, leaves usually fall to the ground the moment the most beautiful beautiful reenex cps .

Into the yard , I do not know who planted the plum plum opened . Gently read out the sentence favorite poem: " Yi Jianmei , thirty-two branches ; four swirling , fifty-six Caesar . Seventy-eight , Woods lightly ; ninety cold, cold winter proud Yan ."

Winter , no spring joy of spring , there is no clear summer night stars, no autumn when the leaves mountain . It opened some alone Ling Han Mei , and only this was Shengde Guo Mei , Chun Tao , Xiahe , Chrysanthemum .

The ancients said: the plum snow for whiteness , but the snow plum incense. Indeed, the plum blossom as white, snow as Mei Xiang . When the plum branches are clusters of snow when a feng aloof , is a unique place for modesty . Tender and firm face, since the snow hanging on the branches touch shallow blazing red . Cold petals, loose snow branches in that room just a hint of faint incense Diaspora . Kind of plum and snow understanding, only in the winter , mutual dependence , mutual dismay. Snow of the plum is also fast thanksplastic storage shelves
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" What have the snow like , salt air difference to be , not because of the wind if the catkins ." The charm of winter in the snow in May , is a stretch of blossoming time is a time of falling silent film .

Too many people in the eyes of the winter is cold , silent, quietly originally a bustling world becomes deserted depression , cold and windy blowing people . Tenderness in winter snow , blooming plum, every corner of the beautiful winter , let me nostalgic beauty , love.