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The house, sitting around a bunch of relatives, hold cup in hand shanghainese, said with a smile, noise very much. I sit alone, just feel boring. Clearly is in the cold cold day, but I feel hot.

The temperature of the room like a diffuse out of spirits, intoxicated me to sleep. I sigh a polluted air, looked is about rise of the people, who also didn't notice me. I wear a scarf, stood up. Pull open the gate, a stream of cold air during the collar, like a blade closest my skin, raid meaning let me make a cold chills.

I will chin buried into the scarf, toward the house said: "I go out once in a while." Take iron gate. The room is still noisy, no one seems to notice me.

Day some grey, and some heavy. The quiet around the empty streets seem cold and cheerless, I suddenly feel lonely.

A quiet quiet road, I was alone in go.

And line and gu, it was windy winter, sharp with a cold wind came to this world, is swept away in spring, the summer when the flowery, late autumn Qian tiredly, ACTS leave world xiao suo, dye to all pale. I walked a long time, along the way scenery like pale MoHua, half bright beautiful. Boring!!! Boring. I turned around the path to return.

Thoughts, no absence what is tao. I disappointed to looked up days, with a red surprisingly into my eye.

And the plants grow? Pressure of surprise, quickly approaching the wipe the eye-catching red. Countless charming is spruce red others are lying on the branches of the bending plate Qiu shallow sleep. Is the red berries. Zheng, I immediately relief, also only mei can blossom in this scene so charming.

Was in the first month, ZaoMei already mei xiang, and my eyes red berries of this plant is not urgent, still shyly, eyes closed, waiting for the cold in the branches, such as the most will it awakens the cold wind. The blossom of delicate and charming red appearing what worries, so secretive good?

The plum blossom is a light faint scent, always those carrying wind in winter during the cold winter of the glove, and I in front of the plant did not have that kind of light faint scent. Closed the petals of hide it all.

It gathered the petals of flowers that mask the scent. Whether in the near one day suddenly reveal their acme, giving a shock to the people? Now, in the corner forgotten also not care, because it will be often the only light in the winter.

Brilliant red as it, such as its silent, quietly elegant, such as it, is like a fire, slowly, slowly, slowly burning, burning in my heart, met and weak in its surrounding wind down.

I silently standing under the plum tree, caught a glimpse of a plum blossom naughty ground opened his sleep, a breeze through, rocking gently branches, it is light smile, bursting the beautiful appearance. Bob, I will follow it, this smile from the corner.