Painting of a snowy forest with a stream and trees

Like silent winter snow,It's like a trickle of spring rain,If the shade of midsummer rustles by wind,The days passed quietly page by page 2 twilight of those years,Ambilight;Young We kicked stones aimlessly,Sunset Sunset pulls out long, oblique shadows behind us child;Or look at each other and smile,As far as memory can be,That was the year Less time,But there will never be a going back;but In the bottom of our hearts,It is indeed the eternal mystery flower garden,Look again at dusk,Not crying that again is a hope 3. The fallen leaves are swept towards the sky by the wind,Burst after burst, Whistling by;Old willow trees one by one, It's already bare branches,Straight pointing far square,Isolated and desolate。There was one on the trunk Some strange shaped holes,Water drops stone piercing,What the It also can't withstand the erosion of time,I suddenly found out No birds have flown by, but that one

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