时间像被水草缠住的锚，它抓紧海底 ，不肯告别 。
很多人都选择在这个时候告别自己的家乡 ，告别自己的童年，告别自己的恋情，告别这个世界 。
Winter sky is very hard, like a whole window.
Baiyun occasionally passed against the sky, and it moved.
The frost flowers condensed on the eyelashes are the bids brought by tears.
The time is like the anchor that is wrapped in water, it has grasped the bottom of the sea and refused to say goodbye.
Countless past logs seems to be icy, waiting for lit, warm, painted beautiful colors.
Wearing the day of sportswear. Days of ball shoes.
The years are like a full sea, and the floods are sneak in the pain of people who are not willing to show some weakness.
But you know, you are a black blue iron.
The smell of you left is like a sharpened wooden pile in the forest.
I have a dream to see you in the dream a few days ago.
You picked up the soy sauce bottle and turned to see me.
Winter sadness is not in the downturn of temperature, but every time this is the end of the year.
Many people choose to bid farewell to their hometown at this time, say goodbye to their childhood, bid farewell to their love, say goodbye to this world.
It seems that all tragic destinys in the world, the bleak entanglement, and the lingering of unsatisfactory is not existed.
It wraps everything into a small velvet flower.
It is open on the side of the farthest mountain spring.
Just as you don't do the winter on the neck.
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