Appreciation of Xu Zhimo's If You Are a Snowflake

If I were a snowflake/flying freely in mid-air/I would know my direction-/flying, flying, flying,-/I have my direction in this land ... If I were really a snowflake, I would dance in mid-air and dance my posture to my heart's content. Even if I were about to fall into the cold earth, I would not give up flying for a second.

It's been some time since it snowed. The weather has been surprisingly good recently, and the sun appears every day. So a friend joked that the weather in Xianning is like a secret love, while being indifferent and secretly happy. This metaphor is unprecedented and very appropriate. I miss snowy days.

Snowflakes are like cherry blossoms. Life is so short, but if you give her a chance, it will be gorgeous. The rain falling from cherry blossoms has lost all its disguise. The land behind the rain is fragrant and so real! Snowflakes floated, dead leaves shook, and after a while, they floated to the ground. The land behind the snow was white enough to make people forget everything in the world. I would rather lose fragrance than win eternal romance in my life.

When the snowflake kissed my cheek, slipped through my hair and landed on my sleeve, at that moment, I was like a newborn baby without any distractions. I really want to hug her, but as long as I reach out, she will sleep in my hand forever. Take back your hand and let her live as long as possible. With snowflakes falling to the ground bit by bit, a rotation, a rotation, so long, watching her quietly lying on the ground, distressed, reluctant, but helpless. I had to let her melt gently in my heart and slowly shed tears!

If I were a snowflake, give me a reason to fly. The valleys, seas, gullies, plains, hills and mountains don't care where I fall. The doomed ending is an inescapable fate. Facing it bravely may be another glory.

Stars are the tears of sad people, and snowflakes are the fragments of tears. Sad people don't sleep, the stars will cry, and snowflakes will fall down the sky and fall everywhere, melting into a sad countercurrent in the wasteland of history.

If possible, I would like to be a snowflake and melt before dawn. Please don't be surprised when you wake up and see the small watermark on the ground. That's my farewell gesture!

Snowflakes, floating freely between heaven and earth, indulge in a moment, at this moment, I want to become her! Even if it shattered.