Famous aphorisms about winter include

1. You said I am as cold as a narcissus, and you only see my smiling face in winter; don’t forget that I am a narcissus, can you smell me? If you give me a pair of dancing shoes, I will wear long sleeves for you; if I can stop missing you, I won’t open it in front of your window.

2. Flowers in Dreams: The autumn wind withered the thousands of miles of flowers, and the wintersweet was soaked in foxtails. In winter, I lay drunk in the General Pavilion, lit the crystal candles in the sky, and looked at the mahogany furniture in the room, only to see red. The maple blows the jade curtain, and the jade butterflies fly in search of the fragrance of orchid, bringing the white snow princess in the dream, wearing a white magnolia on her head, holding a red paper fan in her hand, kissing the red rose in the vase. Let the fragrance of peonies float and let the wisteria slowly wrap around you! (Everything in this sentence is the name of the flower, I just used my personal feelings to spruce it up) -

3. I met a cat diving, but I didn't meet you. I met dogs climbing rocks, but I didn’t meet you. I met the falling snow in summer, but I didn’t meet you. I encountered a typhoon in winter, but I didn’t meet you. I have learned how to build a net when I meet pigs, but I have not met you. I have encountered all the extraordinary things, but I have never met the ordinary you.

4. Who said it is winter now? When you are by my side, I feel the flowers blooming and the birds singing and the cicadas chirping.

5. Beginning of Winter. Snow. Heavy snow. winter solstice. Osamu. Big cold. In the lonely winter when I can't meet another lonely person. Walking alone, singing alone, shopping alone, watching the whole world carnival. People walk hand in hand at the amusement park. He is her one and only. I am unique to all. The world is full of opportunities for us to meet. But I can never meet you.

6. The light smell, the warm heartbeat, the first love in winter...

7. Whether you are smiling or can't help but cry / no matter you are alive now Or you also want to leave/This winter still doesn’t snow/This summer is still tiring

8. It turns out that the wind in winter, no matter how gentle it is, is still biting

9. I always I can't think about many things. The winter rain falls in my eyes, but it also replaces endless sad tears.

10. When I heard the departure of winter, I woke up in a certain month of a certain year. I thought, I am waiting, I am looking forward to the future. But I can't rationally arrange it on a cloudy evening outside the car window. There is a person waiting in the future. Look left, right, and forward. How many turns will love take before it comes? Who will I meet? What kind of dialogue will there be? How far in the future is the person I am waiting for? I hear the wind. Coming from the subway and the sea of ????people, I queued up to hold the number plate of love

11. No matter how cold the winter is, there are times of sunshine; no matter how cold the winter is, there are times of warmth! Who do you think of in the cold winter?

12. Last night, I dreamed again that I was sitting naked on a snowy mountain peak. The climate here is stuck at the interface between winter and spring (the snow here is as gentle as velvet). There is no noisy city noise, only the ruminant sound of time chewing the cud. There are no cobras, owls and human-faced beasts, only mantras. Luohua, olive trees and jade butterflies are here without words, latitude and longitude, and the Buddha with Thousand Arms and Thousand Eyes is a mass of vast, silent and vomiting power. The day is dark and graceful, and the night is more beautiful, rich and radiant than the day. And the coldness here is like wine, sealing poetry and beauty. Even the void knows how to talk with hands, inviting the stars that fill the sky with forgotten words... The past cannot go, and the future cannot come. I am the servant of "now" and also the emperor. —

13. Vows are words written on water, fleeting; love is a house built on water, shaking constantly; apology is a blanket of snow in winter, always late. So just like you and I are doves in the hands of an angel, we cannot fly together for a lifetime. Appreciation and reflection: You can’t write on water and you can’t build a house on water, there are only mirages.

14. I think I still like summer. Even if the sun is dazzling, it is better than the cold winter, and there are summer skirts.