the north. winter. string months. neon. the first snow began to airborne.
raise your eyes look of pedestrians, each steps in a hurry. the winter solstice is not to, at the moment the cold is still not frostbite, most propbably is a lonely man walk on the road, look at those will not fall down the withered leaves shake to fall, and feel slightly miserable, will feel the warm home, will involuntarily quickened his pace. and remember the words, "chaimen qing-shan's bark, smell snow night sha". think about it, become want to smile, laugh others, but not yourself. sit in the room all day long fancy, real or already fuzzy have to distinguish not clear, many scenes clearly had never experienced, also can never be realized, but again ineffable familiar with fright. like heart br