Mei once owed three points of warmth to snow, snow today owes Mei a season of love "years in the snow, often insert plum blossoms drunk", once remembered the cold wind full sleeves of the end branch, that blush red feelings in the ice snow, talk about Sansheng Shiyu, make a thousand years of love words. The lingering love in the winter rhyme, let the empty and bleak field, more flattering and heavy. The flowers and branches opened by Linghan alone, the blue rendering of the color dressing table powder, once made the crowd jealous, but also made the west wind ashamed. Low brows Yixue smile, Xue Xue comb. This wisp of souls that are dependent on each other is finally "Once met once thought, the most love is the most love." The years are still, the thin shadow of the light singing in the time is clear, but the sound of the years is wet, the hope of the Mingxuan. Is the climate abnormal, stopping your return? Or do you deliberately miss the time of the meeting, do not want to meet me again? The language is shallow, the broken thoughts are deep. A relationship, is finally looking to break the end of the world.