The wind danced with snowflakes, covered with thousands of trees and wrapped in silver. Once upon a time, I inexplicably liked to shuttle between the lines, express, write and reveal my truth about things, things, people and scenery in words, always recalling the faint fragrance of words, like the creaking sound in the snow in Xun Mei, and like the footprints looking back. I envy the deep place of Meilin, where snow and plum blossom blend constantly, and that kind of artistic conception. On earth, with the companionship of acacia in this continuous whisper and the soft voice of Mei, I feel that my heart has been purified a lot. I abandoned all distractions and impetuousness, left countless words in my memory, and turned them into beautiful and well-collected words. Only the snowflake, which is longer than the palm of my hand, is cool and gentle, and becomes the nourishment of Chun Lv's hope in the coming year.
The long winter always makes people think deeply. Snowflakes all over the sky brew early, pass through the memory of autumn, and come slowly, as if meeting with winter, so they come in time, so they fall in love. This season, if there is no snow, this winter seems bleak, without life, romance and regret.
Snow is alive, although short-lived, but not stingy. With the company of dead trees and snow, the beautiful scenery is so beautiful and natural, and all living things are not so lonely and desolate, giving life breath. Quietly, aside from other thoughts, you can hear the smell of snow and the snowy weather. A person, find an empty place, walk quietly by the lake and shuttle through the tree-lined path, enjoying the snowy scene and the snowflakes all over the sky! Swift, ups and downs, shuttles through the smart and quiet air, like a butterfly flying in a dream. Ying Ying floats in the busy crowd and nature, only slowly. Occasionally, when you raise your face, pieces of snowflakes will fall on your hair, eyebrows, cheeks and lips, like an angel's kiss, soft and cool, yet warm. At that moment, your heart will naturally feel touched.
Listening to the sound in the snow season adds a little more romance to snow and yearning for nature. We are savoring the graceful picture scroll of "a spring breeze comes one night, and thousands of trees come to bloom", feeling the romantic artistic conception of "it's not snow from afar, but it has a faint fragrance", and we have the poetic meaning of "thousands of families are snowing, silently falling into a tile ditch, the wind blows the smoke from farmers, and people in distant villages are barking". Perhaps the sound of falling snow is better than the tune of the world, and it is the sound of nature in our hearts. Why not feel the whispering and lingering between this wonderful snow and nature, and the melting snowflakes in this roof and tile ditch condense into crisp ice knocking and melting ticking? Is that the sublimation of snowflake life? This snowflake is the most sacred flower in the world. When you quietly listen to the sounds of nature in your heart, the impetuousness and noise of people in the complicated world seem to have stopped, leaving you alone, surrounded by purity. That is, your mind forgets how smooth everything is. At that moment, you can enjoy the dullness and safety of life and breathe freely in a world without dust. Listening to snow is actually a kind of quiet breathing and pulse beating. At the moment of listening to the snow, there will be a quiet pink lotus in my heart. Are the crystal drops of water dripping from the lotus flowers tears inseparable from the ice and snow? Yes, full of enthusiasm. At this moment when snowflakes are falling, how many peaceful hearts should there be to listen and understand? How many pairs of clear eyes should there be, staring at the peerless love and affection between heaven and earth?
I often think: white as snow, should the soul be pure as snow? A person should walk through the years with a clear mind and a calm mind. Perhaps what is indispensable is selfless, calm and natural calm like snowflakes. At any time, you should learn to look at the world with appreciation and the people around you. You will be more calm and reserved, and less selfish and extravagant.
The vicissitudes of time, the reincarnation of the stars and the moon, the passage of time, the transformation of time, walking in the journey of life in a hurry, but I would like to look down on all glitz in the long river of life, just like the quiet and peaceful snowflake in the wilderness, and stick to the elegance, plainness and nature of life. I only hope that my heart will leave a Zen memory and tranquility while listening to the snow.