The field is open, and the snow seems to have swept away all the superfluous things on the ground. Hilly ridges, canals and dams, gullies, tall and steep branches ... all angular places have become extremely smooth and round, like velvet, as if the snow field under the clear sky is not cold, but warm, which always makes me want to stick my cheek on it.
The snow in Jiangnan is very beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. Butterflies really don't exist; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms. But my eyes seem to see flowers blooming in the snow in winter, and many bees are busy flying. I can hear their buzzing sound.
I grew up in the north and never loved snow. The poem that teenagers like to recite is still fresh in my memory: "I am afraid of poetry, so I jumped on the ice." Lu Xun described the snow in the south of the Yangtze River and the north in detail: "The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and the snowflakes in the north always fly like powder and sand. They will never stick together and scatter on the house, the ground and the hay. " But I think the snow in the north written here is winter snow. As for Chun Xue in the north, I think it's quite snowy in the south of the Yangtze River! Isn't this the case with the first Chun Xue on the third day of the first lunar month? I live in a tall building and look out of the window. There is a thick pile of velvet on the balcony fence. A layer of snow, moist and moist, brings the fresh news of spring. It's sunny and sunny. From my window, I can see the green western hills. On this day, Beijing is white, with rows of endless snow tops, black and white, forming a very unique painting, very beautiful.
We ran all the way to the last sea pavilion. There, the stone steps are covered with foam-like snow, and the trees in front of the pavilion are covered with snow, and ice cubes are formed under the snow. There are several camellias with pink and red flowers beside them. Some flowers fell, half hidden in the snow, red and white set each other off, and the colors were bright, which made us feel flashy, clear and not cold, so we remembered the beauty of "forgetting her thin sleeves and cold, leaning against the sunset next to a tall bamboo".
The layers of pine branches on the surrounding mountains are covered with thick white velvet snow, hanging heavily, and from time to time, one or two pieces of snow as big as palms fall and pile up silently in the snow.
The Great Northern Wilderness calls snowstorms smoke bubbles. It is an ironclad rule to scratch and soak on the third day after it snows. At the beginning of the smoke bubble, the fierce cold wind screamed sharply, blowing the snow on the snowfield into dragons and rolling against the snow. The wind roared, like a million lions roaring and rushing, rolling thousands of white dragons into the sky. The whole space is filled with white powder, like smoke and fog, but it is not as soft as smoke and hits the face like a needle. Suddenly it was dark, and the people walking on the opposite side only saw a hazy figure. The snowstorm created the strong character of the people in the Great Northern Wilderness. They are not afraid of the tyrant this winter, and welcome him to tread wasteland, build canals, cut down trees, hunt, break ice and fish nets.
The snowstorm that blew at night was extremely violent at that time. Winter comes too early and almost always begins with an ominous snowstorm. The snow destroyed a remnant land, and everything on the ground was destroyed. Snowdrifts piled up on the lowlands, and the last grass stems were licked down from the mountains. Dust as hard as glass crumbs rotates with the wind and snow. The house leaned and groaned under the pressure of the wind. Everything bends, curls, shakes, screams in pain, and has many tones.
A snowstorm suddenly struck. Gray *-Cloudy-Clouds are low on the ground, moving and filling the sky. Heavy snow fell one after another. In the evening, there was a strong wind, and the chimney made a whining roar. The wind chased the snowflakes circling rapidly in the forest, flashing left and right, screaming and stirring the whole forest.
The wind is blowing hard, and snowflakes are flying in the air like torn cotton wool and falling aimlessly everywhere. There is a white road at the foot of the wall on the left and right sides, which seems to leave two wide sides for the stone road full of cement in the middle.
There are pedestrians and sedan chairs carried by two people in the street. They can't fight snow and show signs of shrinking. Snowflakes are falling more and more, and white covers the sky everywhere, falling on umbrellas, on the top of sedan chairs, on the hats of sedan chairs, and on the faces of pedestrians.
The wind played with the umbrella and blew it apart, even blowing it out of the hands of pedestrians once or twice. The wind whistling in the air, its voice piercing, mixed with the footsteps in the snow, became a strange music. The music stung the ears of pedestrians, as if to warn them that ice and snow will rule the world for a long time and the bright spring will not come back.
The wind at the mountain pass roared like a dragon, venting its crazy power to everything it could touch. Snow falls like ice, which makes people trip. Several tall larches shook their fuzzy branches sadly, as if timidly telling their misfortunes in the snow.
It's getting dark and the wind is getting tighter. Dark clouds are pressing harder to the ground, covering vast fields, roads and villages. Let the early spring dusk on the plain immediately turn into night. It began to snow. First, small snowflakes fluttered gently like catkins; Then the next one, it gets bigger and bigger, like a moment of tension, the wind twisted with snow, a mass of debris, and all of a sudden, the world is the same color *, snowflakes and snowflakes filled the whole field. ……
On this day, it snowed heavily. I remember when oranges were around, she liked snow best. She said that rain can purify the world and snow can purify the world. Indeed, the snow in the country is beautiful! When the heavy snow poured down from the leaden sky, I stood in front of the door side by side with oranges, as quiet as falling snow. Almost at the same time, we remembered Xie Daowen's famous sentence "If catkins don't rise because of the wind". Although it has become a masterpiece of thousands of people, I still think this analogy is a bit far-fetched. How can catkins compare with geese? It is better to describe snow with pear flowers. Maybe all the metaphors are lame. Silver is like snow to improve, but snowflake silver is to belittle. ...
I think what the orange said about snow can purify the world, which is very insightful: after the heavy snow, we walked outside the village, and it was white, shining with crystal light and dazzling: yellow-brown roofs, dilapidated walls, messy fields, dry and bare branches, messy haystacks ... covered with a foot of heavy snow, it was very clean. Li Ruqing's Life and Death