you may fear, may be afraid, but if you are in this desolate adult will appreciate a beautiful, a copy of the original; Jane drain cabin, flaming fire, "snaBo Ying Compound Eu Yan Sangpping" rang, full of warmth, full of pleasant, warm you, too the warmth of my.

Whose poem is this again? "Suddenly, such as spring night, the trees of pear blossoms, the winter snow painted post pear makes me wonder? I have to admire the passionate, pure and talented, have lamented the nature is so grace.

That morning, I saw the snow across the wooden window, all over the mountains and plains of white caught my eye last night, still singing the trees as if holding their breath, seems to listen to the sound of snowfall. In the distance, I saw the snow fall from the tall oaBo Ying Compound Eu Yan Sangk tree, you could hear the snow falling? No, you can't hear it. It's the only sound of the tree, the snow knows, if you say you can hear, it's your heart to hear. The air seemed to be frozen, still let you can't breathe, only far from the curl of smoke blown in with the silent picture. I suddenly suddenly the snow is quiet, Enron, silent.

Snowflakes are still not tired, leisurely, do not know how many meters altitude from falling, left quietly, lost in my head, cheeks, eyelashes, so...... I dimly close my eyes, gently open arms......

Suddenly, I was back to childhood, Bo Ying Compound Eu Yan Sangthat is called a "Temple" of the town!