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In the sky shrouded by smog, there are occasionally a few crisp birds singing. In June, 165438+ October, the cold and bleak wind kept wandering around me. A single route every day and full of study every day have made me very tired, but what can I do? I must follow the path drawn by my parents.
A campus full of sadness
Campus is a sacred place, so pure and beautiful. But looking at the pen that keeps turning in my hand and the thick test paper, I have an inexplicable disgust for this place on campus. I hate learning, I hate the same road, I hate everything, I hate myself.
The next green June
I always tell myself that everything will be fine after the next June, and everything will flow in my blood as usual, but no one knows whether any Oracle can accurately predict everything and whether sadness will sweep again in the next June.
The bell flutters, the snow falls, and the distant light converges into one point, which is called hope.
It's snowing all the time, like falling flowers in June. When the first petal is crystal clear, the cold plum is faint and fragrant, my heart floats and my mood is smeared by dancing elves.
A room is slightly cold, looking for a leisurely mood through the snow, wandering in time. Open yesterday's mood and quietly pick up the scattered memories.
In winter, there is also warm sunshine shining through the window. Micro-Xu Dong Yang always attaches a little mottled details to the distant fundus, which warms the slight cold in my heart intentionally or unintentionally. Raise your hand, touch the warmth and find yourself a quiet place.
A pure heart is like water, watching a few wisps of memories linger in the pen. Shallow thoughts, through the text, quietly generate warm. I've been thinking about those days, those feelings that make me worry. Once upon a time, a warm line of words brought a touch of concern. As the years passed, the dust settled and the lost time was gone forever. Only those people and things worry me.
Memories, lots of ideas. Do you remember that when we met in the flower season, there was always simple happiness in those warm and friendly times. On the day we met, we gained too much friendship. Even though the distance is far away, we still miss it far away.
There is also a lot of warmth in memory. Although I don't know what kind of fate this encounter is, the endless fate has already flown in the years of circulation. Looking back, the flowers are gone, and our relationship has already taken root in the words. Even if time goes by, that kind of emotion is still swaying in the cup of drinking, and its charm is endless.
Wandering in my heart, smiling faintly, I miss the scenery, the days as crystal clear as glass, and the snowy days, so that my heart can walk freely, watch a romantic scene, make a beautiful encounter and write a beautiful heart.
Silent and fleeting years still take me through the rain curtain at the same pace. Whispering in the breeze, still dancing romantic notes. Along the way, I was graceful, ecstatic and indifferent. Looking at each other silently, only a smile quietly hung up my lips.
With the feeling of a wisp of wind, drink a quiet and ethereal lamp, lean against an isolated building with a song, and taste a indifferent state of mind. Those feelings, as if from the ancient ink fragrance, are as still as water, accompanied by a wisp of breeze, quietly gathering up the flying skirts. Melt your heart into that tranquility, feel that happiness, and gently expel fragrant thoughts.
Maybe a few years later, when we look back on these accumulated years and read the traces of the old days, we will be glad that the word "fate" has been wrapped around our fingers and friends for a long time, always warming our hearts.
For a long time, I don't know why I love autumn rain and winter snow so much, perhaps because I like the silence and the cold. It has been two months since I left my former city. When I was chatting with my brothers and friends during the day, I learned that it had snowed several times in the city where I lived for more than three years, which really made me miss the snowy day this winter. However, this winter when I first arrived in Jiangnan, there was no smooth snowfall. The only light snow was still asleep one night. Wake up in the morning, it is already the sun in early winter. The falling snow finally realized my long-cherished wish.
Looking at the falling snow in the south of the Yangtze River through the window seems to have a unique style. The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is so delicate and gentle, as if full of the feelings of ancient literati, strolling and singing among pavilions and winding waters. Perhaps I have long been used to walking resolutely in the snow, so I don't feel bitter, but I feel very happy walking in the snow. The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is gentle and moving only when it floats in the air. Once it falls to the ground, it immediately becomes water and loses its previous charm. Therefore, the snow in the south of the Yangtze River always dances slowly and obliquely in the air, reluctant to fall on the cold earth, and turns into water everywhere. It is the snow that falls on branches, pavilions and eaves, and I feel that I have fallen in a good place. Even if the Ming dynasty disappeared, it's not worthwhile to come here.
This is the first snow falling with the wind when I came to Jiangnan this winter. I am very happy. I thought I might not see the scenery of winter snow in Jiangnan this winter. Life will always give you inexplicable joy in despair or despair. Maybe this is the touch of life! People are always dissatisfied. Seeing the falling snowflakes and expecting the winter snow in the south of the Yangtze River to get up in the morning and cover the earth will be an excellent scenery.
Snowy prose 4 can't help but think of the land of Sanxiang that has left. In those winters, there will be several snows. Three years in that land left many memories about snow.
Snow in Hunan is a kind of flavor, which seems to contain the taste of pepper. It's always so fast, going round and round, not dragging its feet at all, which makes people feel very carefree. The deepest memory will still be the snow about this time three years ago. I lived on the cold and humid first floor and still felt cold under two quilts. The people snapped up cabbage crazily, and without the price of cabbage, they experienced the wonderful feeling of turning over serfs to take care of their property. The flying snow covered the branches with ice, which seemed to solidify the whole land of Sanxiang. Ice and snow blocked the way back to my hometown. I stayed at the station day and night, my body was cold and tired, but my heart was getting hotter and hotter.
Three years have passed, but the memory of snow is still floating in front of me. That year, I stood at the window on the first floor, looking at the branches bent by ice and listening to the crisp sound of branches breaking. That year, I stood at the south window of the sixth floor, watching snowflakes confuse pedestrians' eyes and listening to the sound of years. Another year, I stood at the south window on the third floor, watching the lonely gallop of flying snow and listening to the sound of snow beating the earth.
Snowy Prose 5 Xi 'an, the ancient city, four years of study time, those high-spirited years, of course, are accompanied by snow, and the snow in the ancient city seems to be contaminated with the ancient taste, thick, deep, but magnanimous.
I like to leave a slightly immature face with my lover in the snowy day, and I like to ride a bike with my lover in the snowy campus. I still remember that snowy night, on the way back from the classroom by bike after evening self-study, at the corner of the library door, two people slipped off their bikes and got up and left with everyone's laughter, as if it were yesterday. I like playing cards and drinking with my brothers in the dormitory on snowy days. Of course, I will never forget the days when I was reading and writing in an empty classroom, next to a radiator, holding a book in my hand.
I like and love those beautiful years that have passed away.
I haven't seen the snow in my hometown for a long time. You can only learn the news of snow in your hometown by chatting with your mother during the day. Although I have never seen or touched it, the snow in my hometown has fallen in my heart.
Speaking of the snow in the north, it always seems to fall in large tracts, thick, solid and rough. It will accumulate for a long time when it falls to the ground, and it will slowly melt away in spring, nourishing the dry land and letting the green life bloom freely in spring. People always have to experience the growth and reincarnation of life. As time goes by, they have lost their childlike innocence. Years have taken away many things, but they have also left many good memories. Maybe this is the so-called fairness.
Memories of the snow in my hometown also come from those innocent years. There will be strange-looking snowmen in the yard, but they are all games that little boys play occasionally. It seems that subconsciously, the snowman is always a little girl's game with a ponytail. Boys play the most and are the hottest on snowy days in winter, but there are shouts and cries everywhere in snowball fights, open fields and huge campuses. First, class fights with class. The boys bravely collected snowballs and struggled with open arms. When they hit them, they will look proudly at the little girls looking around the classroom window. The situation is terrible. When you meet a weak person who is hit by a snowball, you always rush in, grab the soft snow and put it in the boy's neck and trouser legs. Then you will burst into laughter. Maybe you are numb with the cold snow. There is a burning stove in the classroom, and the boy stuffed with snow runs into the classroom. He couldn't wait to hold the stove in his arms, perhaps it was hot and comfortable, waiting to feel his ass burning. It's already late at this time, and the thick clothes have been burnt by the stove. This feeling is the most unique. Shame and fear. I am ashamed to be seen by that little girl. What I'm afraid of is how to explain the burning hole in my clothes when I get home. I won't dare to go home and hide at home until it is dark and everyone in the classroom has left. After this evening, I can importune and not be told by my parents. After school, there is a snowball fight from village to village, an open space, running wildly, hurdling one by one and a wall, which seems to be all positions. You fought around until it was dark, and it was not fun. At that time, the battlefield seemed to be the enemy and the enemy, and you had to fight to the death. Until the next day, it seemed that brothers were brothers, friends or friends.
Speaking of the snow in my hometown, there always seem to be endless topics, such as the scene where my father and I put the snow in the yard into the cellar, the scene where we dragged the broom to sweep a walking path in the yard behind my mother, and the scene where we sat around the kang and listened to grandma telling the story of Mao savage. Now that I think about it, although it has been a long time, it has been clearly printed in my heart.
It's already dark, maybe I can't see the falling snow outside the window, but I'm willing to walk in the snowy night, get close to it, touch it, and occasionally look back and see the strings of deep or shallow footprints behind me, which is also a kind of charm.
I think that if we lose snowflakes in winter, we will lose the romance and elegance of this season, and the cold will really become cruel.
Life in winter is a snowy day.
Snow is an innocent and colorful childhood. When I was a child, I always snuggled up to my mother's warm side and watched the first snowflake falling in the gray sky, which made me excited. I feel sorry for those snowflakes that melt before they fall to the ground. Maybe when the first snow comes, the air is still a little warm, and snowflakes can't take root in the land. One morning, the early father opened the door and was surprised to find that the world had turned white. I can't sleep anymore. I quickly got dressed and got up. At this moment, the snowy road has not been trampled. Only a few crowing cocks write their neat footprints in the snow, and life seems very weak, as if it were silence before birth. The magic of nature and pure white color make me feel very ethereal and open. Snowflakes like goose feathers are still flying all over the sky. I know that my life will be enriched, not only skiing, making snowmen and all kinds of fun to play with snow. ...
The ancient village entered his eternal road. The fire basket, brazier, fire bucket and fire pit were brushed off with thick dust and started a new round of use. These appliances are an indispensable part of the life of the mountain village in the future, and another kind of warmth in the village seems to come at this time. The snow-covered roof is filled with smoke and the air is full of fragrance. Some people are making candy cakes and buying new year's goods, but there is still some time before the Spring Festival. The story of the older generation, which has never been finished, was told while dozing by the warm fireplace, and never cared whether there was a devout audience. In this season, the story sounds really far away and heavy, but it is easy to be burned on the floppy disk of memory. I began to know that there was love and even double suicide in ancient times; Know the origin of the majestic archway at the head of the village; Know the horror that happened in the ancestral temple in the darkness of the village; You know, this humble village has also produced many talents, bureaucrats and businessmen. ...
Snowy nights in the village are always so warm, harmonious and quiet. I fell asleep peacefully in the rustling snow.
Sometimes a very old person will leave on this day. At this moment, some people always say that it snowed a few days ago, which seems to indicate his departure.
In my childhood thoughts, I even naively hoped that the snow would keep falling and the world would always be so white.
Snow is pure, warm and crystal-clear love. My first love was in a snowy winter, but I felt a warmth and another breath in the trembling of my soul.
Snow-covered villages always breed love. The village matchmaker began to lobby the parents of both men and women to get married on this day. In the past few seasons, she has done nothing. The village in spring is always busy, who still has time to spend the months before and after; Summer is sultry and irritable, which often makes the matchmaker get scolded for no reason; The joy of the village in the autumn harvest season is immersed in another world. Now is the right time. She knows that people in this atmosphere are very focused, enthusiastic and simple because they have leisure. No matter who you go to, you will leave food and drink, and you can take the opportunity to show off when you are full. There is a joke circulating in the village, "If you have money, you can't find a daughter-in-law for the New Year." It seems that now is a good time to arrange a wedding.
Young men and women in the village have been surging in Chun Qing for a long time. The matchmaker just builds a bridge between their parents. It's just a custom that has not been abandoned, and its function is not very great. A couple of young people have been sitting in a heated fire bucket in private and started flirting. Leaving two pairs of footprints close to each other on the empty snow outside the village and extending to the abandoned brick kiln is undoubtedly a record of love. Someone will study such footprints and make many winter jokes.
There are always a lot of wedding banquets in snowy days, and the wedding banquets are mixed with snowflakes, which is full of interest.
The elders occasionally recall a distant snowy night, and they are also very happy and young, but after all, they still have some regrets and sighs. How could they not understand anything at that time? I am old now.
Snow is a leisure and full life. When it snows, the mind and body can be completely relaxed, and the depressed emotions can be fully vented without scruple. When people reach middle age, how I long for a heavy snow in winter, so that I can look for lost feelings in the snowy days and let my dreamy thoughts fly all over the sky with falling snowflakes.
Snowy days Prose 8 is a day when snowflakes fly. Seeing the white earth and flying snowflakes, I can't help but feel my heart pounding. I can't help but want to rush to the snowy world and throw myself into the embrace of nature.
The crystal snowflake is the spirit of love! In the snow, maybe there is a deep love in our hearts. Seeing her light dancing makes people feel pity, joy and happiness.
How much I want someone to accompany me to see the snow, no matter who it is, I will be extremely grateful!
On Saturday afternoon, I made an appointment with Mr. Liu and his party of six to shoot the snow scene. Drive from downtown to Xiamaying Town and stop at the roadside. Teacher Liu introduced me to four university professors in the same field. We walked through the village in the snow, through the small canal and up the mountain along the mountain road.
To my surprise, the water in this small canal is still steaming in the snowy winter. Is this hot spring water flowing from that hot spring village? Colleague Liu Jiaoshou said: "It may be hot spring water flowing out of a magical fairy cave on the mountain."
Returning to the embrace of nature, the long-lost mountains, the fresh and sweet air, taking a few deep breaths of this sweet and cool air, and kissing a few mouthfuls of this pure and cold snowflake, all my hearts have been washed away.
On both sides of Panshan Road, there is a towering tree, and there is a magpie nest between the high branches. From a distance, it looks like a pair of mountain gate gods guarding the mountain. Occasionally, I can hear the chirping of magpies, as if welcoming us strangers outside the mountain in the snow.
Walking on the snow-covered Panshan Highway, I saw a village in the distance. On the roof and on the ground outside the gate, it is all white. Some people's two-story buildings are beautifully built and the doors are locked. There is not a footprint on the thick snow outside the gate, and there should be no one living in the house for a long time.
The entrance to the village is a big square, covered with thick snow, and you can see tall and ancient Gleditsia sinensis trees from a distance. Take a closer look at the text introduction on the small stone tablet next to the tree, saying it has a history of 300 years. Next to her majestic figure, accompanied by a leafy walnut tree, it is said that it has a history of 180 years. In this way, I looked at her silently and witnessed the changes of the town and the village.
Generations of young people in the village silently tell their feelings under the soapy tree at the entrance of the village. That stone mill, that wheel, look at how many beautiful love stories have been recorded, as well as the sad farewell again and again. Many people who go out go home less and less. Some people don't even come back for the Spring Festival.
Xueluo Village is as beautiful as a lonely ink painting!
How pure the white world is! I haven't seen such a scene for a long time! Standing here, the city is at the foot of the mountain and there are many tall buildings.
It's really fun to return to nature! Long-lost outdoor, long-lost happiness!
Five university teachers took photos in the snow and watched the snow scene. They are as happy as children, and they are really like children.
We walked through the village and continued up the hill. A few pine trees on the edge of the village stand proudly in the snow, which really has the momentum of "heavy snow presses loose, loose and straight"! There is "ask the boundless earth, who is the master of ups and downs?" Domineering!
We continued to look up the hill. From a distance, there are several people skiing on the hillside. I thought it was a young man. I looked at it carefully and couldn't help laughing. It turns out that everyone is middle-aged and still so childlike! The smiles on their faces are so bright! Holding a cut snakeskin plastic bag in his hand, he enthusiastically said to us, "You should try it, too. Quite fun. "
Teacher Ni, a colleague, couldn't help but give it a try and asked me to go skiing together. I dare not take risks. On one side is a cliff. If I can't control my direction, the ravine is deep, and I'm afraid I'll die if I fall!
The farther up the mountain, the narrower the road. There is no way through the tower. A path is covered with snow, and it is also a narrow path. What a sight of "a hundred mountains without birds and a thousand paths without footprints"!
The mountain is snow, and the road is white! The mountain in front of us is Shantou Mountain. The villagers in Yangjiashan said, "The people here are called Jianshan, and the people in the city are called Shantoushan."
The mountains in the distance, such as Dai, misty, pink and jade, Yushu and Qiongzhi, no matter how beautiful these words are, they can't describe the scene in front of us, crystal clear beauty!
White snow flowers, covered with branches, remind me of the poem "Like spring breeze, at night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". It is really the world of Yushu Qiongzhi! There are trees all over the mountains, and the branches are all blooming white lotus!
The branches of thousands of trees in Qian Shan are covered with sparkling snow. All over the mountains and plains have become a world of pink jade! Crystal clear, white and beautiful.
Follow the road up the mountain and walk up the mountain. Thick snow, from time to time hit the cedar branches on the head, snowflakes fell from the top of the head and shoulders, and the neck was cold.
Turning the mountainside, I saw white and shining cedars all over the mountain. The whole world is ice and snow, which is very shocking!
We climbed to the top of the mountain, with a small pine forest in our right hand and a ridge leading to the distance in our left hand. We walked along the ridge to the end. It is an open platform, with cliffs below and deep ravines. Five professors, as excited as children, kept taking pictures, stopped and stopped, and were fascinated by the world in front of them.
Happy smile, intoxicated in this white and pure world of ice and snow!
The quietness and quietness of Yangjiashan and the prosperity and noise of the city are not far apart, but they are in sharp contrast.
Xueluo Village is as beautiful as a lonely ink painting!
Who came from the distant sky and looked at the distant past affectionately in the seasonal water, as if to turn all daydreams into smooth sailing and a white promise at the end of winter?
Don't say that your story will come with the wind, the wind is the erratic touch in the chapter; Don't say how sincere your greetings are, the truest dreams will become autumn leaves.
At the moment you waved, I already felt that the day was covered with heavy snow. I will pick out the truest footprints in the snow and the initial temptation in them. I ran carefully under your gaze, watching the notes stirred by the sculls get farther and farther away from me until they disappeared without a trace.
In fact, there is always a lot to say in the spring, and there are always too many emotions in the wind and rain, but the swaying fishing fire is still floating on the empty snowfield, and the sound of the dumb branches can't be heard.
In fact, there are always 10,000 reasons to keep you, but the drifting red scarf is still hanging by the water, standing in the adagio like a song, which always makes me feel the simplicity and innocence of the snow.
The sight of leaving home is always far away, just like I can't reach the cabin where I miss you. Now, I can only stand in the vicissitudes of flute rhyme and look at you again and again, and I can only look at you again and again in the sound of camel bells that have already wandered, expecting your ups and downs.
In fact, you are a red lotus that emerges from the mud without dyeing, living in my bright eyes like a deep lake. You are a fresh and gentle love song, floating gracefully in my quiet harbor. You are a small fish, swimming leisurely in my blue waters.
When the expression of time is not enough to prove whether my final choice is correct, you have left this thousand-year wound, and I can't walk out of the trap I designed in winter, because I was shut out by time.
Snowy Prose 10 This is a snowy day, and the falling search gently kisses the emotional earth. When the red plum blooms, the sweet language is an invitation from spring.
My heart is full of bright eyes. In this spoony season, I set out for a spring outing, and I saw the frozen river covered with green grass and flowers. The bustling vitality is the image of youth, which is always swaying in my mind, showing a kind of contemplation of warm spring in bloom.
Walking out of the station and facing an infatuated intersection, I chose the direction of the sun going west, which may be the bustling destination of this city. Walking on the quaint street, a person, with inexplicable joy, knows that this city is the season of plum blossom. When the clean snowflake falls from the sky, the fine image of chasing the wind is filled with thousands of years of confusion. Is my mood floating in the distance? Walking alone on the roadside made of bluestone, it feels so ancient and profound. The street is very long, with snow in front and footprints at the foot. I am lonely without you. Lonely walking can be a trip with flowers in your heart. I think of my heart, and there is a beautiful waiting, knocking at my heart.
You wait for me, and I wait for you, as if it were a century's wait. My footsteps are so firm, and there are clear footsteps from the other end of time and space. Is that you? Our waiting is actually a difficult search. I thought of overlooking the fossil, which is a warm monument, despite the wind and rain, but it is engraved with sentimental words. We had an indescribable meeting. It's a snowy day, and it exudes a romantic atmosphere. I think waiting is a bridge. You are there and I am there.
Familiar faces, familiar eyes, it seems that I have seen you there. Is it a review of a peach blossom in the past, or a moment's gaze before the Buddha, lingering for 500 years, leaving an opportunity for this life? When I met you, I finally met you. I suddenly heard the footsteps of the spring breeze, across the ups and downs of Pinggang, through the quiet Woods, across the clear water, touching the tenderness of time, touching the clear shadow of plum blossoms, coming to my face and leaving my heart. ...
You are too familiar with it. I saw the snow outside the window, spinning down, dancing so lightly, weaving into a dream luxury at the moment of landing. At this moment, our hearts are warm, which is the most holy expression.
Spring breeze warms people's hearts, and sunshine warms them for meditation. Looking at you, my infatuation shows a most beautiful picture. Your smile, brilliant millions of red berries, exudes a refreshing fragrance in the ambiguous dusk.
Perhaps in the course of my life, I have experienced too little emotion and suppressed too much. My emotional world has become a remote corner. In order to make up for this deficiency, I always immerse myself in emotional meditation, which is more of a gap. I once compared myself to an icy volcano, seemingly indifferent, but in fact there was burning magma surging, rushing and flowing in my heart.
Emotion is always a kind of power. I have never been manic or indulgent. I know how to love and express my pleasure, but I always insist on a kind of waiting, a kind of silent waiting. I don't pray for anything. I'm just weaving a wreath of emotions to make my heart beautiful. Ever since I met you, I have felt a beautiful abnormality, which always charms my feelings and desires.
I didn't betray anything. I just opened a window of release in the tenacious trek. You are the moon in the sky, you are a breeze, and my feelings for you are so refreshing. How can I thank you enough? When I was eager to harvest a piece of moonlight, you gave me a brilliant starry sky. When I longed for the spring breeze, you gave me the whole spring. I am very happy and grateful. It doesn't matter how long our hearts walk in the emotional Garden. After all, we really loved each other, although not on the hillside full of gardenias, but left a red shadow flying with me in the sky.
There is no intention of staying or retaining, but it is gorgeous in my heart. I really yearn for human love, so touching. Since then, with you, I have an immortal fairy tale. You are a happy princess and I am a happy prince. This is the Garden of Eden created in a complicated life. The night is like water, and it is ambiguous with the eyes of the stars. Watching the meteors cross the clear night sky, my heart has already boiled into a sea of smoke and flowers.
At the intersection where snowflakes are flying, I don't care where you are going. I can leave a worried figure on the light blue horizon. I'm already very happy.
When I call to the mountains affectionately, the sky will leave me a long echo, lingering in my ears and always lingering in my heart. That ethereal voice will definitely turn into a white chrysanthemum for me, blooming with the most beautiful colors.