A Christmas Poem: Well-being Crowded

Blessing of the overflow in the upper-mail a good thick layer of

It will turn into snowflakes flying across

In the eyes of friends, loved ones in mind

Melt slowly to spend an entire winter

Warm warm

Music fountain is Tianyi Square, the mood at the moment

The church bell in countless jump on tiptoe

Prolonged

This passage has it become a small ripple

Red blood boiling like a man over night

Christmas tree lit up litter and Han Bao days

Life as a coin flip

Plain old disappeared in the back of the field of vision

Tonight I am happy to name the name of the city

We are back to the soul of the body

In this trivial and mediocre flooded all of the times