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As the snow falling down slowly outside, |
my heart pumps.
Rush out of my door with joy.
Just like a naughty boy,
without caring about anything esle.
As if I’ ve come back my childhood again,
Having a snowball fight with my best friends,
rolling snowball as the head of our sonwman.
Grow up as time flies.
I am not a kid anymore.
But my heart is still young,
Haven’t yet spoilled by reality.
Cold as it is,
there still some people enjoy the snow with their families.
Everyone has a taste of happiness it brings them.
Kids are pleased with the white world.
Under the dim roadlight,
I got a sight of an old couple holding hands,
walking by with slow pace,
leaving behind a trail of footprints,
disappeared from my vision.
Touched by this moment.
tears blurred my eyes.
That must be “true love”.
No everyday love words,
having held each other’s hands,
walk through all of their plain life.
Only death could part them.
After that, my mind sparkles.
I wrote down “I miss you so much ” on the snow.
I don’t know whom I wrote to.
Maybe Snow could see my hope and tell my would-be honey,
there is a man afar waiting for her.
I love you, Snow!
[ Last edited by liuchuang at 2009-2-19 08:10 AM ]