Snow in the Hometown

Standing on the cold pavilion in the middle of the lake, looking at the vast white snow scene, the feelings of the motherland in my heart are as pure as snowflakes and as deep as the lake surface. The motherland has become a thing of the past, but its splendor remains the same, becoming the softest memory deep in my heart. Watching the snow in the pavilion in the middle of the lake will keep the beauty of the motherland in your heart forever. The cold wind can't stop the memories. Looking at the flying snow in the sky, I miss the mountains and rivers of my motherland. Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow. Both the similarity and the dissimilarity are strange. Who knows that unpleasant flavor? Please ask for Nanlou Yue. Remember the old days, the season of exploring plum blossoms. No one talks about old things. For whom I fell drunk, for whom I woke up. To this day I still hate to say goodbye. Looking at the snow in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, my motherland has passed away, but its glory is still there. In the deposited snow scene, it seems that the people of the motherland are gradually disappearing in the long river of time, leaving behind endless nostalgia and reminiscences. The snow falls and flowers fall, the ground is full of lovesickness, old friends are gone, leaving only traces of tears.