Snow is white and not polluted by anything. Snow can melt, but how many children will it bring joy to before it melts? Snow is lonely, it often sighs at night when no one is around. The lifespan of snow is short, and they cannot resist the fate of disappearing within three months. Bai, can he change? His fate...
Searching and searching, deserted and deserted,
Miserable and miserable.
It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of light wine,
How can I defeat him? The wind comes late.
The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers.
Haggard and damaged, who can pick it now?
Watching the window, how can you be alone in the dark?
The sycamore tree is also drizzled,
To dusk, bit by bit.
This time, how can one say "sorrow"?
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