No snowflake Christmas _ Blue Moon _ Sina Blog

Reindeer and sleigh, snow, Santa Claus, from the vast classified to child's dream. Another Christmas arrived. I had many days of snow or not so. Oh, and a missing snow fly Christmas. Is no longer the little girl, but I still hope Christmas day to see snow, I felt the Holy snow is falling over Christmas, sprinkle, let the Earth a pure white, seems to be able to clean through life, white to heart. Divergent thoughts, and beautiful vision, the mood can thoroughly in the snow, and feel every release can be reopened. Holy snow, should belong to feel the life of prayer. Stay in "Merry Christmas" blessings, think of those as snow in the past, although some have turned into the wind, into the air, little marks remains clear. The Declaration has already been an emotional pulse thoughts on the sky, fell on the Earth is not regret to spiritual world. Perhaps this life are destined to soul to hiking, so must endure endless exploration of the soul. Happiness and suffering coexist, alternating the joys and sorrows, deep experience in development to life for thinking and feeling of endless affair. Happiness and anxiety in the years ahead, feeling his life was tough or fragile leaves the philosophy of immortality, the ideal and the reality of conflict. People only think about it when I feel the breath of heavy, only in silence when pondering life's storms brought what kind of mood air ... Time to lock in those mind, was the summer approaching, surprisingly brisk winter comes is like water clarification. Hold love after the quiet, sitting in a Moonlight night Misty, more or less there will be slight sentimental. Indefinable sentiment, as though there are many unknown position from time to time Knockin' years of small Windows, that kind of a nuisance heart sigh. Life, like the track in accordance with it. In a morning woke up, suddenly found the meaning of life seems to be a beautiful lyrical dance — a movement in the world of dance, inputs, and intoxicating, people cannot help but enjoy the quiet, serious life return life of grace. Like snowflakes, because she is a beautiful dance, is a variety of emotions can be both dance of into it. Thoughts, wishes, joy, tears ... ... In all, standing in the empty space in the Center at a glance you can see in the distance, one can read through the world, the soul of the White House to wash is enough to you in a winter we know this world all the time. Like snowflakes, because she is a fusion of past, present and future of dance, is a statement of all the experiences in life. Get someone to read, get someone to listen, someone to like sitting doing nothing, just look at snowflakes, she professed a particular passion, melding a time philosophy. Like snowflakes, you can look up she fell from the sky, a hand like then, a flower, a rose, a rose, and then stare at her passing and disappear. Wonderful life, saying, so leave the feeling left corner, and a pair of eyes watching her. Really want to skies snow! this warm Christmas!