Excerpt from the beautiful article: Snow
There is something called snow in the world, which falls from the sky and melts on the ground; there is something called love in the world, which is born through attraction and merges through sublimation.
The above sentence comes from a quotation from an old friend. After saying this, his girl said: "I like you too, and I promise to be your girlfriend."
What is snow? Snow is purity. In this place where strangers from heaven drift away, we see great truth, great goodness, and great beauty. Its predecessor is water. I love that water not only because of its pure beauty, but also because of the spirituality hidden deep in its cave.
Water is invisible and stateless; water can also be tangible and in any state. This is the spirit of water, and snow inherits this spirit.
There is something between heaven and earth called snow, which scatters and dances in the sky, and escapes the earth silently;
The above sentence came from me. After saying this, I still waited quietly and watched at the intersection for a long time.
What is snow? Snow is nothingness. In this nameless goblin place that is dimmed in the underworld, we find great joy, great sorrow, and great emptiness. Its predecessor is light. I love that light, not only because it is bright and dispels darkness, but also because of the power contained deep in its soul.
Light has no shadow or trace; light can also search for shadows, crush all great sorrow and joy, and transform it into great emptiness. This is light, which comes and goes without a trace, and Snow inherits this power.
The beauty of this power and the truth of this spirituality are not the theme of today’s space sequence. The following is a sentence that I would like to send to my friends after I am free -
One of my friends is you, who knows by chance and ends in eternity! May the blue sky be the paper, the breeze be the pen, blessings be the stars, dot the sincere stars, trace the white clouds, offer the moon, watch tonight and tomorrow morning at dawn, draw the heads, inscribe the willow tree, and meet forever.
This preface is a bit informal, and it probably doesn’t disturb my leisure time, so it’s acceptable. After closing this miscellany, I feel a sense of longing.
There are stars tonight, may all my friends sleep well.
Excerpt of the beautiful article: The Rhythm of Winter Scenery
The wind walks through the four seasons with brisk steps, placing its affectionate eyes on the snowy winter; I love winter .
The coolness of winter is elegant and pure. Winter is so beautiful! But it is a treat for the brave. After all, no season is perfect, not even spring when all the flowers are in bloom. The winter wind seems to be testing your will. When you hold your head up to the wind, you will find that it is not actually cold at all!
Winter snow is pure and crystal clear. The entire earth is covered in silver, crystal clear, and endless white connects the sky and the earth. Fresh and pleasing to the eye. The snowflakes slowly landed in the world like fairies, pulsatingly, gently, and coolly... It reminded me of the fresh and refined snow girl in "Qin Shi Mingyue", and reminded me of the beautiful guzheng poem "Flying Snow and Jade Flower" song.
Dongmei is elegant. It's like the tranquility of a girl out of the bath, the sadness of a girl crying, the sweetness of a girl's tryst. Clusters of red plums are like jade curtains, hazily covering me, rendering me in a bright and refined dream.
In my most perfect imagination, winter is an endless expanse of silver, with snow falling on several plum trees in full bloom. The plum blossoms on the tree stand fresh and refined on the branches. Waves of chilling wind blew through my heart, which not only chilled my heart, but also took away a lot of grievances and sadness.
Recalling the past, the snow reflected the hazy sky and the night was quiet. How many times have I praised the silent winter under the plum blossom tree. If the color of summer is warm gold, like morning glow, like wheat waves, full of vitality of life; then the color of winter should be icy silver, like jade snow, like flying flowers, more like a girl's simple and elegant makeup, both are Bipolarity, why is winter so poetic and picturesque?
Let us carefully protect this quiet winter scene that is both from the human world and far away from the world!
Excerpt from the beautiful article: Snow in the South
Hangzhou can be regarded as the southern part of China. Snow in the south is rare, or rather rare. In my memory, it snowed only twice in Hangzhou, and I can’t remember most of the others. The most recent one was in 2008, which was an impressive snowfall. The other one was in kindergarten. I can’t remember the specific day.
And today, in Hangzhou, we have another rare snowfall in the south. Although it was not big, and it stopped after half an hour, I remember it clearly, not because it was big, but because it was early, in November.
In the morning, bright light shone into my house (there was no sun), and I was awakened by my mother's cry: "Chunchun, come and see! It's snowing!"
"What? "Is it snowing?" I climbed out of bed in surprise, just put a blanket on my body and went to the balcony to watch the snow. "Wow! It's really snowing!" The thin layer on the roof opposite confirmed the existence of snow. Suddenly, a hexagonal snowflake fell on the flower stand. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but as soon as I touched it, it melted and turned into A puddle of water fell on my hand... The snow water was cool, a bit like ice cubes, but very comfortable, so I let the water flow back and forth in the palm of my hand. (Excerpt from the beautiful article www.taiks.com) .
When I walked out of the door, I was hit by the cold wind. The wind carried the breath of winter, so cold! I held an umbrella and struggled through the alleys. The cold wind blew violently at my face, lifting my scarf. What's even worse is that it blew my umbrella around and turned it upside down...
After finally arriving at school, I put the umbrella down and was about to enter the classroom when I suddenly found snowflakes on the umbrella! There are only two snowflakes, and they are so small that they can be easily ignored. I found them, they were gently attached to the umbrella, like two girls who were afraid of the heat. It was two elves sent by God hiding in my umbrella.
I couldn't bear to destroy it and didn't want to see it melt, so I left.
I went to see them after the fourth period and they melted!
This snow in the south!
Excerpt from the beautiful article: Impression of Winter
Winter in the South is quite a little sad like autumn. This group of sentimental and sentimental outdoor friends and crazy men and women who have coined new words have the most profound experience of this. Every Saturday, we would scream and shout in droves to drive the mountains from spring into the harsh winter, and then we would not forget the cats crying and the mice pretending to be compassionate, lamenting the vicissitudes of life and the passage of time. That year, a group of go-getters met to visit Yaozi Village in Zhangjiajie Forest Park. It was clearly winter, but the autumn scenery was still full of brilliant red leaves. This time, my old habit happened naturally again. I pity the reluctant leaves alone, preferring to wither on the tree and become a specimen of life, or a bookmark of autumn. The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and I feel the depression of time. And on the side of Tianmen, the red leaves of the mountains are also the best. The winding road cannot bypass the endless red leaves of frost. At the foot of the mountain, there is a small-scale ginkgo forest, golden yellow, crystal clear, and cute little fan-shaped. Above half the waist, the layers of forest are actually dyed, and spring and winter are all mixed together. Time is ticking, and the green leaves are dyed red by the seasons, like a montage. Life, or a lonely leaf in the wilderness.
Of course, it will snow. I have seen the wonders of rime in Yuanjiajie and the snow-covered Tianmen Mountain. They come in all shapes and sizes, each with its own merits. And when after a quiet night, you get up in the morning and open the window, you will see the vast land, thousands of mountains covered with dusk snow, and the dazzling boundless brightness, which is called magic, surprise and hearty. The lake is wrinkled by the autumn wind, and the green hills are white with winter snow. Thousands of rivers and mountains, one can never overcome the barrier of love.
As people grow older, they will add more rational thinking to the changes in nature, destroying the most intuitive sense of beauty. He put his fingers in his pocket and pinched the growth rings secretly, calculating his life day by day. The most beautiful winter is just sealed in the memories of childhood, with laughter and joyful songs one after another all the way. Building snowmen, having snowball fights, sledding... I often wake up with giggles in my sleep. Once you step back from Inception into reality, you will occasionally miss those past times infinitely. winter. And my childhood playmate... and - you.
By the way: Winter is coming, is it snowing where you are? ...
Excerpt from the article: Early Winter Moon
Autumn is still strong, and suddenly it is early winter, and the moon also brings the autumn warmth into the winter night sky.
It got dark early, so I went back to the dormitory in the dark after dinner. After crossing the mountain, I suddenly saw the orange and bright early winter moon over the southwest hillside. It was low and full, huge and fresh, and I felt a beautiful and friendly feeling. From the bottom of my heart. In the night, the dark peaks are scattered in a row, and as far as the field of vision, a ridge stretches across the sky and meets the sunset; beside the fading glow, the silhouette of the mountain is like a light ink painting, and the outline of the nearby mountain is like a thick ink painting; the hillside Towards the southwest exit, the mountains open up rapidly, with undulating peaks and ridges, like a black wave, majestic under the melting moonlight; the moonlight above the hillside and nearby mountains and rivers under the moon is beautiful, giving people a sense of beauty that this month is dedicated to this place. This moonlight mountain scenery is so beautiful! Looking at the bright moon, it seems that I have forgotten my own existence, leaving only a wisp of beautiful emotions, reflected in the moonlight.
Walking alone in the moonlight, I have forgotten all the things I had to think about or even worry about during the day. However, some of the things I had no time to care about during the day or even had long forgotten, I will remember clearly. Such beautiful moonlight will make the treasures deep in the soul bloom, and even pain will become beautiful. But the moonlight makes me have nothing to worry about, my body and mind are relaxed, and my breathing becomes light and even, making it difficult to notice. I am like a fish that swims into the clear water to "steal the clearness", floating in the moonlight, sucking the moonlight, absorbing the clear brilliance, mooring or wandering, intoxicated.
The orange moon, the orange light, and the gentle frost floating in the orange light. In the clear night sky, I seem to feel the flow of moonlight, feel the rhythm of moonlight, and realize the interdependence of human emotions and the fluctuation of moonlight; under this soft and beautiful moonlight, as long as I concentrate and get emotional, I seem to be able to Hearing the melodious and graceful "Butterfly Lovers" and seeing the elegant and dreamlike "Swan Lake"... Could it be that the birth of these works also experienced the gestation of the moonlight, and the author's inspiration was also nourished and watered by the moonlight? Otherwise, how could these beautiful things be restored in the moonlight?
The mountains pillowed and cuddled up against each other, sleeping peacefully in the hazy moonlight. I never expected that the mountains I had passed and seen over and over again during the day would be recreated by the moonlight and look like a fairyland. The trees on the mountain crowded together and hugged each other, falling asleep. The tall and whirling crowns of pine trees and other trees are like umbrellas, clouds and catkins, like splash-ink paintings in the dark night.
The mountains are breathing, the trees are breathing, the air is breathing, the night is breathing... If you gaze now, you can see the end of the world; if you listen now, you can hear the ends of the sea. The one who listens and sees is neither the ears nor the eyes, but the heart, which is the help of the moonlit night (excerpt of the beautiful article www.taiks.com).
The moonlight is like an orange and indifferent liquid, and the mountains and rivers are immersed in the moonlight, giving them a heavenly tranquility. Alone under the moonlight, a peaceful and peaceful soul accepts the wise examination of the moonlight. Life is beautiful, and the human soul should also be beautiful. What we do should be worthy of this beautiful world, worthy of this world. Beautiful moonlight; only beautiful souls can shine into the beautiful moonlight. Only people with beautiful souls dare to face this beautiful moonlight quietly alone and have peace of mind.
Thanks for life and thanks for the gift of nature. My boat of life has abandoned the noise, pollution and crowding, docked in this moonlight, and encountered this bright and dream-like scenery. Intoxicated by the sounds of the moonlight, I even forgot when and how I entered the moonlight, and I never thought of walking out of the moonlight and this peaceful and pleasant dreamland.
In the long river of time, we only have our own ray of moonlight. If we don’t cherish it, we will suffer a lot and everything will be wasted. Don’t you see, this month has come from ancient times, experienced vicissitudes, experienced ups and downs, sent the wind and waves through the ages, and watched the flowers bloom and fall... The King’s Moon, the Frost Morning Moon, the Guanshan Moon, and the Red Wisp Moon are all gone! The mountains and rivers are silent, and I fall into a deep dream; people do not hesitate to see the moonlight for themselves, how should we grasp this ray of moonlight? The early winter moon hangs high in silence, and the beauty is like washing.