Part 1: When the snow falls
Snow is a kind of beauty in winter. Snowflakes dance with the wind, and the cold branches are dotted with the fragrance of plum blossoms. The sky is filled with white, and pedestrians are passing by in a hurry. The wind rolls up the door eaves and disturbs the remaining dreams, and the snow falls on the window sill and leaves the idle flowers.
The wind is blowing and the snow is dancing, and it is like a goddess scattering flowers, which are scattered and rolled up with some chill. The snow falling all over the sky has made the world chaotic and romantic. The snowy sky makes the journey lonely, and returns home lonely. In the wind, the bamboos are blowing at the tail of the phoenix, and the snow is close to the holly and white. When you raise your head, your eyebrows are covered with white snow; when you lower your head, your head is covered with white snow. What a heavy snowfall, with thousands of big and small flowers blooming. The snow is heavy on the cold branches, and the wind is blowing through the trees. The wind is driving the snow to dance in the cold river, and the black-topped boats are floating in the snow. The cold water of the Hanjiang River is rarely visited, and the only sound of snow is in the silence. So Liu Zongyuan wrote about the snowy sky like this: "Thousands of mountains and birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have been wiped out. A man in a coir raincoat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river." Prose Bar Original
This snow is sparse in winter mornings and dense in dusk. From thin to dense until it gets bigger and bigger, and gets denser and denser. In a short while, the sky was filled with white, and everything was covered in white. Even the thin branches and narrow bamboo leaves were covered with white snow. It is getting late in the snow, and there is no business in the market. People were driven indoors by the wind and snow, leaving only the tireless wind and snow lingering outside. The night wind blows into people's homes, the jackdaws have returned to their nests, and even the usually wild barking of dogs has become silent. On a white snowy night, only the wind was breathing. There is no trace in the wilderness, and the snow falls silently at night. I heard the barking of dogs in my ears, but it didn't sound real. The jackdaws are looking for their late meal, flying over Chaimen without fear of people. The firewood door opens in the wind, and people return home at night in the wind and snow.
On a snowy night, leaning against the door and listening to the snow is the leisure of snow falling. Listen with bated breath. Listen quietly to the sound of flying snow welcoming spring, and the sound of winter seeds breathing in the soil. Flying snow welcomes spring, and auspicious snow heralds a good harvest. After waiting for a whole winter, life rises in the snow. The heart is like a seed, waiting in the wind and snow, waiting to sprout in spring.
"Green ants have newly fermented wine, and there is a small red clay stove. It's snowing in the evening, can I drink a glass of nothing?" On a snowy night, we sit around the stove making tea and waiting for friends to arrive. We cook wine to clear away the snow and discuss who is the hero. Sitting next to the fire and listening to the snow falling, holding a bottle of catkins around the stove. A person with half a cup of warm wine will not be drunk, and a person with warm wine in his ears will feel refreshed by the spring breeze. On such a snowy night, we are just ordinary people who don’t talk about scriptures and do not care about Taoism. Playing the harp is an elegant pastime, and playing the zither is affectionate. Re-reading poems and books accompanies snowy nights, with a carefree mind and a normal heart. "The spring breeze comes from the east and suddenly passes by, and the golden cups and wines generate microwaves." In the pure white snow, in the deep night, a group of lay people, using thick ink, painted pictures with elegance. The brush strokes are like splashing ink, and the clouds are like flowing water. The old man was twirling his beard and smiling, his legs and claws like crows playing. I took the copper plate from Changjie Street and estimated that it would not be enough to wipe out two or two meters. In ancient times, there were many cold lives, and there were no regular visitors to Chaimen. I play the winter rhymes on the piano at the third watch, and dream of red plum blossoms on snowy nights and spring.
In recent years, I have lived in a place with no snow in winter, and I have been wandering in the snow in my dreams. In winter without snow, it seems like something is missing. I remember that winter when it was snowy, I was traveling in a large mountain called Niuchehe in western Hunan. The ravines were smoothed out by the wind and snow, and it was difficult to tell which was the ridge and which was the valley. When the sky clears, the whole world becomes completely white. Only the smoke rising from the rooftops of a few houses can tell that there is still life here. The snow was solidified by the low temperature and made a rattling sound when stepped on. The desolation and desolation in the eyes seemed to be in the polar regions. Someone set up a bird-catching net in the snow, and a group of people lay in the snow waiting for the birds to take the bait. Looking at the young life trapped in it for a few grains of wheat, I wonder if I am here just for a few grains of wheat? The sun was out and it was a bit dazzling, but the air was still so crisp. It was many days before the ice and snow melted out of the mountains. When I arrived in Changde and saw that everyone was preparing for the New Year, I unconsciously felt like I was in another world. I wonder if the mountain has gone to some fairyland these days. It has been a thousand years since the mountain was here. Since then, cooking wine by the fire on a snowy night in winter has become a memory in my heart, and I will bring it up from time to time to savor it. When the snow falls, I close my door late at night, shut out the wind and snow, and listen to the sound of the snow falling. If it snows all night, when you wake up in the morning and open the door, the cold green, freshness and coldness will give you a chill. In the silvery world, there is only silvery snow, and there is still the feeling of whiteness in people's hearts. All unhappiness and flaws are covered by snow, as if the world is originally so pure and white. The white snow outside the window is a creation of nature. The wind follows the snow on the mountain, and the cold wind wraps around the tree crowns and covers them with ice crystals. Thousands of silver seals return to the crow late, and the river boat is crossed alone without a trace.
In the middle of winter, the wind always wraps people tightly around them as they run, leaving you nowhere to hide. If the wind blows continuously for several days, the old people will say that God is making snow again. Sure enough, at that time, when I woke up in the morning, the door was blocked by snow and the windows could not let in any light. Snowy days are easy to clear up, and the sun comes out on snowy mornings. The earth is covered with snow, and the icicles hanging from the eaves of the houses are dripping with melted snow. The elderly and children sat in the sun enjoying the warmth of winter and admiring the whiteness of the sun. The vast expanse of white snow stretches as far as the eye can see, and a group of jackdaws foraging in the snow are like several moving black dots. The sunny sky after the snow is extremely beautiful.
The falling snow is a gift from nature. Snowflakes are dancing, and the plum blossoms on cold branches are fragrant. Walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms in winter, it seems as if you have already smelled the breath of spring.
When the snow falls, spring can already be seen on the earth. Chapter 2: Fenghua Snow Night
The first snow in 20xx came later than in previous years.
The heavy snow came quietly and silently, and the land was vast and covered in silver, so beautiful.
The leisurely falling snowflakes are light, gentle and romantic. Because of the arrival of snowflakes, the earth becomes white and solemn. Maybe the wind couldn't bear to disturb the tranquility of the snowflakes, so it retreated. Prose Bar Original
When I walked out of the house, I looked up at the sky and opened my arms to welcome the beautiful snowflakes. I wanted to kiss her, but she was shy and melted before she could open her mouth. I wanted to hold her in my hands to prevent her from getting hurt again, but she left silently after a short stay, leaving you with very tender tears.
The sky has given the earth a gift of whiteness. The white earth is like a piece of white paper, allowing you to write the most beautiful words and paint the most beautiful watercolors. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, sweeping away all the troubles and sorrows in the world, and washing away all your troubles and regrets. This kind of artistic conception makes you reorganize your thoughts and look at the whole world again.
It is said that plum blossoms smile proudly in the wind and snow, and that is true. Look at the bright colors under the ice and snow. They are the challenge of life to the harsh winter. How can plum blossoms be so fragrant without the presence of snowflakes?
I love snowflakes because of her tenderness and beauty... Chapter 3: The scattered pieces of sadness
The evening wind is a little tired and warm. The dim light of the setting sun enveloped the tree in full bloom next to the house. The snow-white petals were scattered one by one, so lonely.
It seems that I have been waiting on this land for a long time. Every day I sit on the leaning branch of the tree and sing that lonely song. The sad notes scatter like the circles of the sea. ripple. No trace left. Prose Bar Original
I started to reminisce, how beautiful the dream weaved by the petals was. White and noble, it's like a princess's castle in a fairy tale, and like the brightest star in the starry night, twinkling and singing happy songs. Wandering around and having fun every day. Who swung the swing under the tree for me, one high and one low, like grandpa's rocking chair. Warm sunshine shines on the leaves, soft music plays under the tree, and the long flute sound begins to settle and dissipate...
The branches suddenly trembled, waking me up from my dream, the wave had already Fading away, the tired sunset on the horizon has set, and the goose-yellow moon is gradually rising. The light yellow light enveloped the locust tree next to the house, and its jagged leaves were mottled and swaying. Another piece of snow-white petals fell on my lonely back and floated into the sea.
My sadness is like these white petals, floating into the lonely night... Chapter 4: The coldness of snowflakes
I don’t know whether it is tiredness or habit of repeated life, like Like the snowflakes flying in the sky, they look very beautiful, but who knows their sorrow, God's cold pain!
Tears of dissatisfaction flowed down, and the memories gradually melted into blurry past events like falling snowflakes. Inadvertently recalling every bit of the past, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. I lay on my back on the bed and stared at the dark night outside the window. I thought of the pain of the past, looking for traces of it, the joy and sweetness of the past, and enjoying the intermittent fragments. , It turns out that there are so few happy and sweet days that I can’t even find traces in my memory! Prose Bar Original
Close your eyes, as quiet as death, sinking deeper and deeper into the swamp of pain, but you don’t want to climb out, maybe you don’t have the ability!
I don’t want to think about it anymore. The feeling of pain makes me decadent. No words can describe the feeling in my heart. {Pain} is really afraid of it. I don’t want to be hurt anymore, {hurt} It surrounds me everywhere, and I can't relax myself. It will penetrate my fragile heart at any time. When will the beauty given by God land? Maybe it has already landed, but I threw it away inadvertently!
Perhaps I am a person who likes the dark night. Even if I am afraid of the loneliness at night, my heart will not melt like snowflakes in the dark night when I can’t see my fingers. Cold... Chapter 5: As winter passes and spring comes, the falling snow is astonishingly cold
Winter is bright, the rising sun rises in the east, its brilliance shines on the earth, and the cold wave and mist are vague. In the cold winter, the snow falls flawlessly, and the world becomes lonely. The frost is severe, and I walk alone in the snowy morning. Snowflakes cover thousands of miles, and the world is pure white. Looking around, the fields, criss-crossing streets, covered in silver, the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away are beautiful and flawless.
Those fallen leaves trembled slightly in the cold wind; those lost years became bleak in the cold winter. Twisting a period of time, waiting for the good years, leaving Banran's mark on the snow, those windy and snowy nights that are easy to grow old are the guests who have not returned for thousands of years. Prose Bar Original
The dusty memories remind us of the years, but we still have a clear and ignorant time when we were young. The falling snow can’t cover up the joy and laughter, which is the love flying in the sky. Childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts, what a beautiful youth, with the words "You are not my lover after all," in an instant, my heart was broken into pieces like a flower falling on the ground, and it could never be reunited again.
Thousands of snowflakes fall, the sky is soaked with cold and cold, and when a person stands in the wind, his heart can feel warm. The years are passing through the fingertips, the gurgling water is flowing, and the ears of silk and bamboo are confusing his heart. After thousands of years of dust, Qianqian's hands were full of tears, smiling in the cold compress. Assuming that the world is far away, the dark fragrance fills the sleeves and leaves a faint fragrance, and the world of mortals returns from exploring the spring in the quiet desert.
Winter is here, and the footsteps of spring are not far away.
Wash away the lead and listen with concentration, the winter scenery is also a beautiful picture, a unique kind of beauty.
Xin'er is looking forward to the future. The spring breeze is warm, the sun is shining high in the sky, and the green walls and branches of the courtyard are green. The snow is so dull, but it cannot hide the arrival of spring. In the new year, there is a new atmosphere and a good style.
The colors of spring are majestic, the colors of winter are fading away, and the loneliness of a season has filled too much dust. The flowers are blooming, the years are quiet, the years are wandering, the rain is falling, the blue and white stones and moss are beginning to show their green color. The little birds sing spring songs, the red parts of the plum blossoms are stained with white snow, and the white surrounds the red flowers. The stamens reveal their fragrance, and they raise their eyebrows and smile. The snow melts, water drops appear on the branches, and the sunlight penetrates, sparkling like stars in the blue sky.
The desolation of time is the destination of loneliness. For some people, it takes ten years as soon as they turn around. Ten years later, when we meet among the red flowers and green willows, we can only say, you are no longer who you used to be, and I am not who I used to be. The encounter and misunderstanding only last for a moment, but it takes a lifetime, just like the passing of winter and the coming of spring, which makes people feel endless emotions.
The snow is falling and the sky is freezing. Winter has passed, spring has arrived, pain has passed, and happiness will come soon. Looking forward to, watching, the arrival of all good things, the growth of all things, the sunshine and jade dew all become a happy movement. Chapter 6: When the winter snow is flying, who carves the flowers and jade trees?
"The sky is cold and the color is green, and the north wind is calling the withered mulberry trees." When the sharp cold wind swirled up from the black and smooth ice and whistled away on the straight and bare poplar treetops, a chill came up, and a trace of sadness sank into my heart, almost swallowing me up. My hope for winter.
During the day, gaps in the clouds appear, and everything is chilled and withered. Under the gray-white sky, I felt a little lost. In the cold winter, I always have a gloomy and stiff face. Could it be that the winter dream that lingers in my heart has been frozen like this?
Don’t forget that winter is withered, but winter has its own style. "Suddenly, a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom." Finally, one snowy night completely changed everything. In the early morning, I woke up from a dream and was surprised to find that I was in a dreamlike wonderland of ice and snow.
Sighing about the flying snow, who can understand the winter style?
The snow is capped, wrapped in silver, flying beads splashing jade, the sky and the earth are the same color. Overnight, as if a beauty treatment had been performed, all things on the earth were suddenly pure and pure, elegant and beautiful, with all kinds of charm and style, a fresh and elegant charm that seemed to have been completely transformed. I really want to, I really want to open my arms and take this jade and pure world into my arms.
It amazes me and shocks me. A wisp of thought turned into a puff of white smoke, dancing in the air. Looking at the distance, one can see "thousands of peaks, bamboo shoots, thousands of jade trees, thousands of trees, pines, and thousands of clouds"; looking near, one can only see "the curtain of swirling beads fluttering across the pink wall, lighter than catkins and heavier than frost". All things in the world are dressed in plain. The clothes are like a fairy descending to earth, fresh and refined, with a unique charm.
The snowflakes are flying, and there are so many beautiful flowers and jade trees in one moment. It is precisely "the sky is far away, the trees and mountains are white, and you can't tell the plum blossoms from the willow blossoms." In an instant, I was obsessed with this icy and pure glass world, and my throbbing heart began to flow with deep poetry, and my love for winter also quietly sprouted.
It is full of appreciation and full of winter charm.
"What's the matter with the white snow? It's better to scatter salt in the air than to make catkins blow up in the wind." The ground is frozen, the chill is blowing, and the snow dances in the sky, floating in the sky, like ever-changing elves, breaking the dullness and silence of winter, and the scenery solidified by the cold suddenly becomes alive and spiritual.
Ah! This is the spirit of winter, the soul of ice and snow. The dancing snow created an elegant and clean silver world, allowing people to abandon the dullness and depression they had experienced since the beginning of winter. "The north wind was strong all night, and the snow was still falling when I opened the door." A jade-colored universe leaps into view, and a world of ice and snow suddenly descends into the world.
"I don't know if the rain in the courtyard has fallen today, but I suspect that the forest flowers bloomed yesterday." In the ice and snow, I let the flying snowflakes fall on my hair and clothes. I held a handful of snow and played with it carefully, completely forgetting that my hands were already red from the cold. Or taste the elegance of "Who cut and carved thousands of piles of snow on the ground to make this continuous ceiling of flowers", or feel the sentiment of "when the six flying flowers come into the house, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into green branches", taste and appreciate them, there is a unique charm in it. heart.
It is full of appreciation and full of winter charm.
In winter, a snowstorm, thousands of styles, pink makeup and jade are all exciting. "Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow. They are both strangely beautiful and beautiful." In the vast snow field, there are claws of slush and mud, and a few lines of crooked footprints lead to the sky.
Walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms is a fun activity in the snow. It is so elegant and comfortable. In the book "Dream of Red Mansions", the scene of "white snow and red plums in the glazed world" often appears in dreams. The several branches of red plums in Cuicui Temple in the snow are "like rouge, reflecting the color of the snow, and they look particularly energetic", as if they were there. The environment is endlessly memorable. Yes, walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms, what you are looking for is elegance and a state of mind.
In winter, when the snowflakes are flying, who carves the qionghua and jade trees?
Looking out of the window, all things on earth are like an affectionate woman in a white wedding dress, charming, quiet, and charming. Sighing the miraculous workmanship of God, praising the mysterious and changeable nature, who re-sculpted the world, carved out the beauty, carved out the magic, carved out this dream-like Qionghua Yushu.
The sky is filled with snowflakes and the scenery is boundless.
"The snow has just begun to fall outside the curtain, and the fragrance of the green curtain has not faded away." There are countless charms and countless customs. Not to mention the joy of having a glass of wine, sitting by the stove, drinking and admiring the snow, not to mention the poetic and picturesque scene of "A man in a boat and a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow on the cold river", just walking on the thick white snow, listening to The "squeaking" sound of the snow under your feet will make you intoxicated.
"Three million jade dragons were defeated in battle, and their scales and armor were scattered all over the sky." Looking up at the sky, the flying snow is falling, like cotton wool, like goose feathers, hazy, and my thoughts can't stop flying. Suddenly I remembered the section "Lin Jiaotou Fengxue Mountain Temple". The description of the snow scene was detailed and vivid, especially expressive. Looking at the snow scene in front of me, I couldn't help but sigh: "This snow is also falling hard!"
Wind It blows hard and the snow dances. "The clouds are low in the dusk, and the snow is dancing in the wind." The silver world is jade and ice-clear, showing a bit of mystery and a bit of tranquility. On that snowy night, I dreamed that I had turned into a crystal snowflake, and that I was merging into the white snow.
When the snow is flying in winter, who carves the flowers and jade trees? Chapter 7: A snowy day
It’s another snowy day. A person sits in front of the window and quietly looks at the falling snowflakes outside the window. His thoughts follow the snowflakes and return to his memory... < /p>
I remember that in the winter when I was a freshman in high school, the weather was extremely cold. Although there were two stoves in the classroom, if the students on duty did not light the stoves very well, after several classes in a row, their hands and feet would become numb. He was so cold that he lost consciousness. The classroom is pretty good, it’s a little lively, and there are a lot of people there. After class, I can run, jump, play, and make a scene and it won’t feel too cold. The hardest part is going back after school. In the dormitory, when the stove is turned on, people are so cold that they crawl into bed. In fact, it is just as cold inside the bed. In most cases, they just crawl into the bed without taking off their clothes, and huddle up in the bed. I shrank my head and legs, and was too cold to fall asleep. How much I miss the hot kang at home, and how much I miss my parents! It's better when it's not snowing, but it gets even colder when it snows. We simply wrapped ourselves in quilts tightly and waited until the morning self-study bell rang before we rolled out of bed and ran to the classroom. I didn’t even bother to eat the steamed buns and pickles I brought from home...
One morning, just after the second period of class, I was about to squeeze in to the stove to warm up, when my deskmate said there was someone outside. Find me. "Who is looking for me on such a cold day?" I thought to myself and walked out of the classroom reluctantly. Snowflakes started to fall outside at some point, and the ground was completely white.
It turned out that my mother was standing in the snow outside the classroom. Her head and body were covered with snow, and the two big bags she was holding were all white. From the footprints on the snow, You can know that my mother has been waiting for a long time. "Mom, why are you here? It's such a cold day and your health is not good?" I said with some distress, looking at my mother who was already surrounded by Piao. My mother came up to me as usual. Although her face was red from the cold, she still gave me a smile. While handing me the bag, my mother said: "This winter is very cold and snows a lot. Your dad asked me to bring you his dog-skin mattress. You can spread it on the bed and it won't be too cold when you sleep." The cotton-padded clothes are too thin and the cotton-padded shoes are old. I made new ones for you, as well as steamed buns and vegetables. They were all in the bag. Your dad was originally going to come, but he has been suffering from leg pain recently. Okay, let’s not talk anymore. It’s time for you to go to class. I’m leaving. You have to study hard.” I looked at my mother who was shivering in the cold in the snow. I listened to my mother’s words and carried the two big bags that my mother gave me. , standing in the snow, not knowing what to say for a moment. My mother patted the snowflakes on her body and was about to leave. I came to my senses and said quickly: "Mom, please slow down, be careful of slipping. When you get home, let my dad pay more attention to his legs." "I got it." "Hurry up and go back to class. I'm leaving." I wanted to say something else, but I didn't say it for a while. My mother waved and left in the snow. She is always so busy, even talking is in a hurry. I know there is still a lot of work for her to do at home. My mother has left, and all that is left to me is her back. Slowly, my mother's back disappears into the snowflakes. The two big bags in my hands seemed to be heavy. They seemed to contain something warmer and more lively than leather mattresses and cotton-padded clothes and shoes. They were better and more advanced things than steamed buns and pickles. They belonged to my parents. Heart, that is their hope. My mother's words echoed in my ears amidst the falling snowflakes, and my mother's back added a beautiful scenery to this beautiful picture of falling snow...
That night, my father's dog skin mattress was spread underneath. I put my mother's new cotton-padded clothes on it and soon fell asleep. In my dream, I went back home and slept on the hot kang at home...
Thinking about, watching, mother The figure seems to appear in the snowy scene outside the window again, and the beautiful picture of falling snow appears before our eyes again...
The days of falling snow are the days of homesickness. Chapter 8: Drunk in the snow and looking for dreams
Standing in the winter wind, feeling the solemnity of winter, looking from a distance, the leaves on the branches are sparse and falling, and the birds stand quietly on the branches, taking in the winter scenery. Counting years. There are only some tiny bits of sunshine, dappledly projected around, as if a lonely heart has a little bit of gorgeous color, letting the thoughts go away.
The flowers bloom and fade, and there are several cold winters.
I look forward to the endless snow dance season. I really want to have a snowy night talk with you, imbue a snowy rhyme hidden in the depths of my memory, and listen to the crystal snowflakes humming without rhyme or rhythm...
Open the skylight of dreams, in the coolness of withered flowers, listen to the snow leisurely, listen to the white thoughts of snow falling in front of the window, listen to the soft sigh of snowflakes, listen to the gentle sound of snowflakes falling to the ground, as if listening to The sound of a flower blooming, the pieces of snow dancing gracefully, dancing with a touch of beauty, dancing with full of fragrance.
The white flying feathers give the winter world a white snow robe. Looking around, patches of snow, passing through the traces of winter, singing and dancing, burning to their heart's content, with all kinds of tenderness in the crystal heart, with strands of longing, blooming in the snow-like heart.
The snow is falling on the red dust, and the snow reflects the cold winter. I wonder whose brow this flying spirit is hanging on? Whose heart does it fall into?
The snow is still floating, conveying overflowing longings to me in the drunken night, and singing in the poetic dream.