1, the rhyme of snow
You do nothing, because life is too short.
Your life is limited.
Piaopiaosa
Carve as many as you want.
The gorgeous charm of your hero Wan Fang.
2, the soul of ice
Soft and sentimental
This is just your temperament when you are liquid.
Only wait until the cold on March 9.
You just showed your tough and shining soul.
Ice Prose Poetry Ice and Snow Festival
Snowflakes are flying all over the sky. Is it God's will or Chang 'e's idea? Flying down under the swan's neck? Dress Harbin up as a handsome Snow White.
Wearing a long skirt made of pearls, Snow Girl stood by the Songhua River with the cheerful singing of white swan, waving white hands from time to time and smiling at every friend from inside and outside the Great Wall, across the Taiwan Strait and abroad.
Whether curious or fond of it. When you walk into the streets of Zhao Lin Park, the world of ice and snow, Sun Island and Harbin, it's like stepping into a fairy tale kingdom and stepping on fluffy white? Carpet? . Looking at the moving scenery in front of you, you will feel ecstatic.
Who says this is a cold world? No flowers? No green space? And the green hope condensed in the young man's brow and the pink love on the girls' faces are not green fields and flowers?
Come on! Take your camera that can hold the whole world, and pick it in this ice and snow, in this colorful emotional ocean!
This is an invitation from the Warriors of Ice City to cut the river for the sleeping fish and shrimp and jump into the water.
This is a lantern carved by the skillful craftsman of Ice City with the crystal of Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.
This sledge is a silver tunnel from heaven to Harbin;
This kind of snow hanging is a special flower sent by Chang 'e for the Ice City Ice and Snow Festival.
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These colorful pictures and magnificent music are the crystallization of the hard work of the people of Bingcheng and the embodiment of their wisdom.
Please bring this wonderful moment back to your home and country and let your relatives and friends share this joy with you! Let the festivals of Harbin and snow leave beautiful memories in your heart.
Come to Ice City! The hospitable people of Ice City have filled you with wine; Come to Ice City! Enthusiastic ice city people pick flowers for you; Come to the Ice and Snow Festival in Ice City! Although it is frozen thousands of miles here and snows in Wan Li, your heart is like a burning flame. Being in the ice and snow festival in the ice city, you will definitely feel unprecedented happiness and feel youthful. It's no longer the frightful cold here.
Bing's prose poem "Burning Ice"
Inscription: Ice is strong water, and it is a plum that is proud of snow in cold years.
1. Ice has the purest heart.
In a snowstorm, when the water begins to think it is mature, the bones of ice are cast in the background of time. The perfect posture reminds me of that bunch of flexible plums, standing upright and noble in the white whirlpool. Is the beauty that cannot be ignored!
In the dead of winter, you see the scenery in your eyes and put it in your heart, brewing a flashing composition and arranging it into poems in three-dimensional space.
True aesthetics needs to be alone, just like your clear back on a snow-white background. A pure heart awakens beautiful things and flashes a pair of smart eyes!
Second, ice has the brightest eyes.
Ice has a delicate heart. In Jing Lei, it is full of imagination and poetry. When the spring breeze blows, it peels off the complicated appearance, modulates the aestheticism, and makes the most fragrant ingredients bloom.
There is no substance in the world as clear, firm, pure and quiet as ice. Her holy luster, let me know another kind of aestheticism, standing in three-dimensional space, shining. Let me know that the songs of the years can capture the spirituality of art with clever thoughts and let free thoughts soar.
Every night, when you hit the keyboard, a string of beautiful notes dance on the screen. Your clear pupils reflect the tenderness of spring.
Your heart is like a string, playing green thoughts. Is your finger knitting a dream of spring a prelude to artistic derivation?
Ice burns in the sun.
If spring grows old due to seasons and flowers fall asleep due to spring, passionate Europe will burn due to the warmth of the sun. Burning, not destruction, is to release your most beautiful gentleness in the form of water.
The flowing softness and the clear fragrance let me learn to freeze the noise and humility, and let the contemplative sunshine ride the wings of the wind to the distance of art.
The burning of ice makes me understand that there is a kind of feeling in the world that pays, asks for nothing in return, and only wants to perfectly resurrect the most holy feelings in artistic composition!
When my poems and your paintings are in perfect harmony, only I know that the burning of ice in the sun is the most beautiful dance in the world!