The snow.
On the equator, a primary school teacher to give children " Snow " form, but no matter how he said it, children can understand.
The teacher said: the snow is white. Children will guess: snow is like salt.
The teacher said: snow is cold. Children will guess: snow is like ice cream.
The teacher said: the snow was thick. Children will guess: snow is like sand.
The teacher always tell children what is snow, finally, he was the exam, a " Snow " of the title, a few of the children said: " the snow is pale yellow, taste and cold and salty sand. "
This story makes us know, there is some truth, use words cannot express, for never seen snow person, it is difficult for us to let him know the snow, this can see, there is the image of things are not as clear as noonday like snow, so, for, not uninteresting image, can not capture the heart study, how to express clearly?
We want to know the snow, only themselves to the country with snow.
We want to hear the nightingale sing, where they will sit under the tree.
We use the cordate telosma, only the night went to the flower garden to.
The most beautiful love letter is written, is not necessarily the most people who love us; those who accompany us meat and drink on shoulder pat chest, is not necessarily true friends; the mouth of humanity, justice and morality, do not necessarily have the personality of fragrance; those who signed the receipt, also have to abandon and when to tear up!
So, let's keep modest silence! In the crowd, while listening, in alone, alert.
As we stood in the snow, don't need to say anything, I know the snow.
In the snow sober alone, rather than in the crowd bustling lonely and confused.
Snow, cold and clear, pure and beautiful, in a certain level, like our hearts. The snow.
On the equator, a primary school teacher to give children " Snow " form, but no matter how he said it, children can understand.
The teacher said: the snow is white. Children will guess: snow is like salt.
The teacher said: snow is cold. Children will guess: snow is like ice cream.
The teacher said: the snow was thick. Children will guess: snow is like sand.
The teacher always tell children what is snow, finally, he was the exam, a " Snow " of the title, a few of the children said: " the snow is pale yellow, taste and cold and salty sand. "
This story makes us know, there is some truth, use words cannot express, for never seen snow person, it is difficult for us to let him know the snow, this can see, there is the image of things are not as clear as noonday like snow, so, for, not uninteresting image, can not capture the heart study, how to express clearly?
We want to know the snow, only themselves to the country with snow.
We want to hear the nightingale sing, where they will sit under the tree.
We use the cordate telosma, only the night went to the flower garden to.
The most beautiful love letter is written, is not necessarily the most people who love us; those who accompany us meat and drink on shoulder pat chest, is not necessarily true friends; the mouth of humanity, justice and morality, do not necessarily have the personality of fragrance; those who signed the receipt, also have to abandon and when to tear up!
So, let's keep modest silence! In the crowd, while listening, in alone, alert.
As we stood in the snow, don't need to say anything, I know the snow.
In the snow sober alone, rather than in the crowd bustling lonely and confused.
Snow, cold and clear, pure and beautiful, in a certain level, like our hearts.