Xuede handwritten newspaper

Seeing the snow floating in the snow, my eyes are as white as silver. Knead it as crystal clear as a snowball and turn it into a trickle. This kind of snow is rarely sent to spring, and there is no snow at sunrise. The following is Xue Manuscript, I hope it will help you!

Figure 1: Xue's handwritten newspaper

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The writing time of snow is like a large falling snowflake. I always like to stand alone in the snowy silence and extend my hand. Snowflakes fall in my palm and then melt. I can't grasp its softness and coldness.

Heart, and then in the drop of blood, drop by drop, gradually dyed the snowflake red, but did not retain the footprint of time, just, the painful feeling germinated in memory, grew up, grew up with the passage of time. ...

Mother often said: the beauty of a flower is because it blooms buds.

I always say that the passage of time gives us the best memories.

Time always tells me in my dreams: My child, your beauty is because of the secret you hide in your heart and are willing to guard forever.

I don't know what the secret of time is, so I ask my heart again and again, what is your secret and what is your secret. Without an accurate answer, can't you find the result? Maybe time is deceiving me.

I will no longer pay attention to what time has said, and stubbornly follow the trajectory I designed for myself. My mother often scolds me for disobedience, and I always refute her with what she says. The beauty of a flower is because it blooms her bud. However, I don't know what that sentence means.

White snow began to float in the sky again, gently touching the smooth glass and sliding down. The hot air from the cup circled. My mother is in front of me, tears are falling. My mother was in front of me, and tears fell for the first time. I left my head and pretended not to see her tears. My mother murmured: the beauty of a flower is because it blooms its bud. The beauty of a flower is because it has a bud. Hehe, the beauty of a flower is because it has a bud. Because people who miss time also sow its secrets. Hua has completed her mission and should return to zero.

Your beauty is because of the secret you hide in your heart and are willing to guard forever.

Pieces of snowflakes fell in my heart and gave me the perfect answer. My heart is dripping blood, dripping the blood of snowflakes, dripping on the blooming buds. I always thought that I could seize the time and time could stop for me. It turns out that I am only a part of time, and I am consumed from my body while dripping blood. Over time.

I said: the passage of time gives us the best memories, and when my heart drops blood, it gives us the best time, and all this happens to be the secret that we are willing to guard forever.