Love of SnowSince I'm not sure which original version of "Snow Love" you want to read, I'll provide you with some parts of the content of several different versions of "Snow Love":
###Li Weidong,"Snow Flower","Snow Love"(Poetry)
- Snow Flower: Winter is gone, but snowflakes are still dancing in the heart. Spring had come, and the snowflakes were still whispering in my dreams.
- [Love of Snow]: I will turn myself into a flower and rush to you. Whether you are a river, a mountain, or a wild place. Hugging and merging into one.
###Goat's Cry,"Love in Snow"(lyrics)
- Suddenly forward, suddenly back, suddenly left, suddenly right, suddenly near, suddenly far, suddenly falling, suddenly spinning, with the naughty snowflakes, drifting back to the snowflake-like pursuit of yesterday. How could this silver net trap her childhood that she couldn't return to? Suddenly sparse and dense, suddenly fast and slow, suddenly chaotic and stable, suddenly separated and suddenly appeared, with the lonely snowflakes, into the snowflake-like blurred today. Why can't this gray net catch the years that refuse to be lost? Ah, the snowflakes were drifting, the love of snow, drifting past the eyes, the charm of the illusion, passing by a past, a past childhood. Ah, snowflakes flying in the air, the love of snow, flying across the face, elegant and romantic, looking forward to a future, the future of spring…
###Goat's Song,"Love in Snow"(poem)
It was unknown when time and space had been formed, but the original intention of the appointment had never changed. I don't know how far the journey is, but we meet again in the middle of winter. Gao Hanliu's beautiful figure was like an immortal. Her natural beauty was extraordinary, and her primal purity was spotlessly clean. The densely woven silver satin soothed the cold mountains and rivers and gave the frozen earth a warm warmth. Accompanied by the long winter, they walked into the warm and cold of early spring and February. The figure that was getting thinner and thinner was a deep love for the black land. In the fields and wilderness enshrouded in purple clouds, your beautiful wish after you have become immortal rises…
###Ma Yuming's Love in Snow (Prose Poem)
With the back of the winter, the beautiful words of love for many years were quietly expressed. Snowflake, you're here. The white fairies were crystal clear, simple, and elegant flowers that bloomed in winter. She playfully landed on my eyebrows and shyly kissed my cheek. Through her pure skin, her lover's holy gaze flickered. Sweet love was born quietly, and happiness rippled wave after wave. Everything became beautiful and poetic. All the emotions gradually faded away. From one snowfall to another, how far was the wait. The fate of the previous life drifted across the bridge of this life, passing through the elegance of the Tang and Song Dynasties, singing in a low voice in the poem. Waiting for you, boiling in a small red clay stove. Waiting for you, kissing gently on the cheek. Waiting for you, describing the secular feelings. Waiting for you, returning the white body of the mountains. Waiting for you, before the arrival of a plum blossom, let the brothers I meet be broad-minded and pure. His footsteps had to be a little lighter, a little lighter. Please don't step on her and hurt her. This was the soft flower in his heart. Snowflakes, white butterflies falling from the window, the poet's sentimental drifting. In the cold season, I lit a warm lamp for you. Poetic affection, pure tenderness, surpassing all happiness and beauty. Stepping through the cold and the thinness of the human world, lighting up the flowers of longing, the world would no longer be lonely. There were many beautiful plots that were settled in the depths of the season. The fragrance was still the same, and the temptation was still the same. The flowers at your fingertips, the dark fragrance of the plum, and the pure and pure character bloom on the branches you abide by. On the zither, you are a piece of heavenly music. I can understand your light and simple purity, a period of yearning, a window watch, and happiness all the way. It was a beautiful painting, a pure feeling. The distance between me and the plum blossom was just a snowfall, and the encounter with the snow was just a poem. Flipping through a classic, wiping away the emptiness of the mountains and rivers, the string music after the delicate fingers caressed was another masterpiece. Stepping on the snow, looking for plum blossoms, dancing with the snowflakes, everything would only fall the moment you turned around. Flipping open the Tang poem, Ling Han smiled deeply. On the way to spring, the snowflakes brewed a great love in the world, dormant and trembling with happiness. People danced in the snowflakes and opened their hearts to the sun. Waiting for a snowflake was like waiting for a passionate love, waiting for spring to enter the marriage hall with you. One piece of snow covered another piece of snow. The world was in the snow, and the snow was in the snow.
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