冬天的诗句摘选
天空一碧如洗，灿烂的阳光正从密密的松针的缝隙间射下来，形成一束束粗粗细细的光柱，把飘荡着轻纱般薄雾的林荫照得通亮。
Snow and the thin mist of winter have created a world where every inch feels alive. The snow's coldness is palpable, but its presence also brings a sense of solitude.
And as the sun rises, it casts a golden hue over the frozen wastelands, creating a harmonious blend of life and death in this vast, unending landscape.
The beauty of winter lies not only in the snow itself but also in the quiet calm it imposes on the world around it.
But in the eyes of those who long for spring, winter is just another thing waiting to happen.
Those breaths that arrive through the cold air will fill the air with a sense of heaviness and emptiness, yet they will be replaced by breaths of purity and renewal.
When the world looks down at the snow and wonders where it will all end, it will find itself in the same spot each time—a place where even the smallest memories are forgotten as the days scroll into endless night.
