Once in such a winter afternoon, I stood in the Qin Tara Guangao black land, looking at the distant wilderness and the sky, a piece silver white snow with golden leaves drift with the wind, swaying in the dry Taoer River ancient channel.
One or two birds from the riverbed over the fleeting, gone you can never reach, I as if into a painting. I know in Taoer River a hill at the moment, a tree leaves as the golden torch as inserted in that Po, is passionately and sun burn together, my heart longed for this hot, I wish I could be like the hillside those fateful snowflake, in the pure world, in the north wind, quietly stand.
Winter, standing meditation, in Taoer River dry bed of the cold, taste the memory of the past years, many sad, it seems to tell my story, write a miss, the wind flying in the river ice, Feng Chen years. Light snow, with silver, get drunk several world hold. Ask, the north wind? You but the hearts of my past life, I'm your past life that one miss? Like snow, quietly pale, quiet time will become the history. I think, the snow, the white, some past is due to too much love. In this world, only pure repayment. This put in white, tears, or love? Is desolate, or in awe......
Dream, as an ancient city ruins, spread of weeds, the Hui Huang, night rises in the wilderness deep field.
Winter memory, waiting, a pair of wandering, in this habitat, the empty city, waiting for the millennium, a million years, just open the rusty door lock, took in a star dial to the big boys, the thick dust mask to the tired face, tired in the rock under the door boy flower, have, flying dream, round a distant dream, big boy, take to the road, lonely will stick into the shadows behind, every step, has poured strange eyes.
The winter sun fragments, stung her eyes, wandering the content has filled bags, but can not find a mats can be for stop of the pure land, big boy, standing in the winter deep broken eyes, but can not find the hearts of the road.
'silver frost, North Xu I had withered, lock the white lonely, and tell me the last years; for you, I looked at a winter, winter, winter, now, the lights, where she is? I do not know and who look back..................