The coming of winter does not mean that the cold is cold, and it is the enthusiasm of the fire! I don't like winter, because it is too cold, it may be because she is more comparable to failure. I live in the South China, even snowflakes have never seen, let alone are snowfast scenes. Always listen to people when I say snow, it is the coldest when snowing. I didn't experience it. But the cruelty of failure is really feeling, cold to the bottom. Endless desolation that walks in the unmanned wilderness. The scenery of the West is more likely to let you experience the coolness of life. I have said with my classmates. I will have the opportunity to go to Tibet. I will go to the Loess Plateau. I really feel the cold, ruthless, really feeling the life, helplessness. It is already a biggest gift for me to this world. I can't help you can help again. Road is far away, the wind is killed, the herbs are ruthless. In the heart and dream, whether it has passed, whether it is numb, I don't know. With a dream life is the real life. For real life, you can't arouse the ripple. Whether you want to give me a new hope. Can I let me start a new sky, dreams. Walking on the west, with a Cang Sang, a helpless, greet the sunset in the west, is the unlimited sadness of the heart ... Ping Ying did not discontinate the rivers and lakes. It is now the west wind.
