Voice: A heart that does not want to be covered by dust will never be truly quiet. As long as it is still beating, it will pump blood and compose the rhythm of life. Either the waves of the Yellow River, or the cirrus clouds in the sky, or the singing of birds in the forest, or the singing of the wind under the moon, exciting, leisurely, cheerful, desolate, and even more subtle and indescribable perceptions, the heart is unwilling to be left behind. In my heart, I have the desire to make some noise. All the meaning of human existence is supported by this precious thing. Without it, there will be no Tang poetry and Song lyrics, no "thunderstorm" in the sky, no graceful green willows in the south of the Yangtze River, and no vast cold trees in the north. Because of this, people are not satisfied with the great achievement of Beethoven's "Ninth Movement", which gathers the clear water of the Rhine River to water the thirsty hearts and sends out a call for human fraternity. With the advancement of the times, the earthquake of jazz and rock music is The mountains are shaking; A Bing vividly describes the poignancy and beauty of the world with the song "Two Springs Reflect the Moon", which can be called a master of his generation. However, his upright posture and blue cloth gown could not set any barriers to the women's Twelve Band. They have huqins hanging on their waists, twisting their waist branches while stretching their arms to push the bow, and showing off their charming navels from time to time. Despite the criticism that their appearance is unconventional, they have spread their natural sounds and youthful atmosphere to the streets of New York; the spacecraft carries the music of the earth and travels through space, hoping to seek the same understanding of human rhythms on other planets; the pots and bowls in the kitchen Ladles and even radish and cabbage, when knocked and twisted with a unique heartbeat, turn out to be a different kind of joyful song. The snowflakes are flying in the sky, shining like silver flakes. As soft as cotton. The snow in my hometown is fluttering and dancing freely, making everything so white and holy.
The sky is filled with snowflakes, which is so magical. The snowflakes flying all over the sky dance freely in the breeze, as if they are a holy messenger of the goddess, or the beautiful Snow White has come to the world. Snowflakes are so white, spotless, exquisite and clear, so beautiful and soft.
Snowflakes are falling, bringing into the holy world. Snowflakes fall gently from the sky, spinning constantly, so free, so loose, and so romantic. The snowflakes were reluctant to leave the big white stage in the sky and fell on the ground that had been covered with a silver carpet. There are also grasses hugged by snowflakes, like a white and flawless picture. The snowflakes hung on the willow branches, and the willow trees turned into beautiful branches and jade leaves. The snowflakes hung on the poplar trees. The poplar trees were all white, like Santa Claus. The snowflakes fell on the creek under the tree, which was already frozen. The creek is as graceful as a strip of pure white silver. The snowflakes are so white, whiter than clouds, brighter than silver, and cleaner than jade. They are so bright and dazzling that they are indescribable and yet right in front of their eyes.
The snowflakes are falling, bringing the spirit of the soul. The snowflakes are fluttering, and the snowflakes are fighting to fall from the sky. The snowflakes may all be obsessed with dancing on the big stage in the sky. Each of them flew out from their home - the clouds. You squeezed me and fluttered in the air. You looked at me and I pushed you. They float slowly in the air, swaying from side to side, like a little girl walking in the forest, carelessly and thoughtfully.
The snow is falling heavier and heavier, and the snow flying all over the sky seems to be Each cotton ball was blown by the wind, full of joy, jumping and jumping, laughing and joking, free and unrestrained. In this leisurely movement, we feel an indescribable sense of tranquility in the fluttering snowflakes that can be felt in people's hearts. Is it because of her complete whiteness? Or is it because the snow falls silently? Or is it her unique charm? It is precisely because of the tranquility in this dynamic that we feel the warmth and beauty in the falling snowflakes. Perhaps she is the portrayal of the ideal kingdom in people's minds, so we exclaim at her beauty.
Snowflakes are fluttering, ushering in the flawless world. The snow was falling heavily, covering almost everything in my field of vision. The white snow hangs down the curtains, giving everything it has to transform into a white world.
In this world, everything is white for you, me, and she. It means you are white. The vast whiteness was the real scene at that time. The sky was white, the ground was white, the upstairs was white, the trees were white, the sky was white. The world, the vast white mind, even our souls are all made up of pink and jade.
The falling snowflakes are so cute, so chic, and even her dancing posture spinning in the sky is so wonderful. She is a beautiful little swan, found on the huge swan lake in the sky. The temple of the spirit.
Snowflakes are fluttering, beautiful, white, lovely, and infinitely romantic; snowflakes are fluttering, flawless, unrestrained, active, and make our souls lively.
The snowflakes are still flying, spreading their beautiful hearts to their fullest, washing away all the dirt, and spreading the sacred whiteness into every corner of the world...