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I like the night, only I liked the solitude, love of a lonely single share. I prefer the one in the snow one winter night, a person wandering in the deserted streets [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], facing the wind, soothe the wounds of my long-lost ... ...

dark street, the dim see the wind, a piece of dance into the winter snow that sticks the most moving melodies, one a pure ek cold and one of the most poignant and Mui. I choose to reject people, rejected noise, rejection of all earthly troubles, a selfish and lonely, left alone in the haunted. The sorrows of her beauty in the hidden pain, her tears freely laced with frustration, as I lost, I fell in love with this night, with the life and soul ... ...

Gone with the Wind snow night, a man quietly out of his own to give the bare siege, closed his eyes without tears into listening to share spectrum with the gentle rhythm of; open arms to embrace the inability to share graffiti with a clean soul. I, quietly enjoying the snow in the world with rare real, thoughts are like the wind into the sky, footsteps in the snow after the light of the winding. Suddenly [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a cat crossed my line of sight, disrupted the quiet of a person belongs to me. Yang later in the district, the community [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the park is not accustomed to seeing strange is that of rank or grade of dogs and cats in there I'd give a little surprise. It came to me, leave me a can not read the Review, disappeared in the white night sky. I did not give it a greeting, a smile or even no response. Because, I am not a person like animals. This little corner was quiet again, and I secretly from the hi. Inadvertently, I saw a bunch of snow left behind like a brand of plum! What a natural beauty! I want to: go with the motherland is in the Van Gogh may not have had such a I laughed, the secular nature today, where I still have to stay moving; I cry, under the thick snow off the trees the gardener carefully crafted.

snowy night, the whole world the clear shiny, as if the delay of the night to come. The moon is no longer, still could not hide the light of the snow! One white, beautiful spirit, flip the world in no time, between heaven and earth in a free floating, graceful and charming; a piece of transparent, soft petals, fluttering in the rhythm of their own, in man and nature in reincarnation and sing, melodious and touching. Of winter cover crops to a warm! Her body with cool touch my cheek, with hope, with blessing, with good fortune, I was immersed in the faint rhyme, the drunk in the night the snow.

snowy night, I heard the voice of Cher floor, gently pull my door, attractive, pure, such as the zither hundred years ago the same gentle! Chewing the ancient culture, old customs, old impressed ... ... I think: long snow years, there must be people dressed in this enchanting home is only the lights that light up at home, there are great expectations and concerns of women ... ... tears in my eyes misty, wet my heart throbbing, and a burst of inexplicable sadness, helplessness, as snow melts and sad ... ...

Gone with the Wind snow night, people are lonely, the world is lonely. Ancestors hundreds of years ago, how will know that in today's such a snowy night, a memorial service were still a hundred years ago Fuqin he moved it?

dumb dead branches out of the window, covered with a white wizard; wind fragile subtilis, and shake off a dust. I am the 21st century, in this noisy world, to embrace a quiet; in the interpersonal reality in a piece of holy. I look forward to, Piao over, take me a little bit of vanity, leaving a calm to me; I look forward to, Piao over, take me a little bit of resentment, leaving a true love to me. Who says there is no color in winter? Whiteness itself is a colorful world! Who says winter is cold? Cold itself is warm and gentle poetry!

snow time: too beautiful, too charming [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], too proud, too wonderful;

snow after: a pain, there are sorry, there is sadness, there are tears. What she is more blatantly

, beautiful; gone leaving behind only a muddy, cold at ... ....

I love snow! Like my life because of snow!

I love snow! My life as a result of the snow!