South.
winter
String moon.
It's snowing.
It has snowed heavily for three days. I pushed open the door and looked around. The world is white. I can't see tourists or hear birds singing. Snow, a rare and quiet tourist attraction, is paved with simple black and white. Looking at this quiet picture, the snow is drunk, the lake is drunk, and I am drunk ... I rowed to the West Lake in the snow fog. I hold the stove and look at the flowing snow scene, and my heart moves. The bare branches in the distance are covered with heavy snow and swaying in the wind. Snow branches sway, shaking off the story in its heart, but melting at my fingertips. ...
Snowflakes fall magnificently, writing its beauty and sadness to the fullest. The boat rowed into the lake, and in the snow under the crescent moon, only traces of the long embankment were found. When the wind passed, the pavilion in the middle of the lake blew away a wisp of snow, and my boat drew memories like weeds. I went to the pavilion and saw two people sitting opposite me drinking. When they saw me, they were very surprised and invited me to drink with them. A wisp of wind, a Jing Xue, a glass of wine and a friend. All this, originally for me, is it not a beautiful encounter? However, after several years of ups and downs, although I don't know the direction, my hometown is still in my heart. The cold seeped into my hair and stuck to the snow. Clothes slowly melted into wine and flowed into my heart. I drank three glasses of wine. It hurts! It hurts! Pain ... Begging to ask, where are you from, how do you come to enjoy the snow on a freezing day? The two said that they were from Jinling and lived here as guests. I nodded, said goodbye to them in loneliness and pain, and headed for the old ship. The man who sailed for me muttered, "Don't say Mr. Wang is stupid, there are others as stupid as you." Yes, we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! The past of destruction comes to mind again!
The cold is not biting, but the moon is pitifully withered.
I stayed on the boat, like a snowflake tired of dancing, unable to fly away.
Seeing Hu Tingxue Rewriting Prose (2)
In December of the fifth year of Chongzhen, I lived in the West Lake. It is said that the West Lake is Xia Tianmei, but I think it also has a special taste in winter.
It doesn't often snow in the West Lake in winter, but it has snowed for three days. Go to the pavilion in the middle of the West Lake at eight o'clock to see the snow. Each person has a boat, wearing fur and a stove.
There was no sound on the lake, and there was silence. The West Lake after the snow is really beautiful! Ice flowers are everywhere, the sky is white, the clouds are white, the mountains are white and the water is white. The cold wind is bleak, and snowflakes fall from the sky like fairies. The surrounding scenery is hazy, only a trace of the West Lake long embankment, a little outline of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, a mustard boat with two or three figures on board. What a beautiful mood! I stood on the boat as if I was the only one in the world.
Unconsciously, the ship has reached the pavilion in the middle of the lake. Suddenly, I saw two people sitting opposite me drinking. And people like me! They were so happy to see me that they immediately invited me to drink with them. I drank three glasses of wine and asked them their last names. It turns out that they are from Jinling and have come here to live. After I said goodbye to them, the boatman said, "There are really idiots like you!" Yes, where are bosom friends in the sea?
Seeing Hu Tingxue Rewriting Prose (3)
In December of the fifth year of Chongzhen, I lived by the West Lake.
It snowed heavily that year, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in clouds. Sitting by the lake and looking around, I saw no one around. Usually noisy birds have disappeared without a trace.
Snowflakes floated for three days, and my heart was drunk for three days. Those usual good friends are hiding now, and they must have gone to study at home. But I prefer traveling. I think life is like a fleeting moment. Wouldn't it be a waste of time if you didn't appreciate the beautiful scenery in front of you?
I often walk in the snow and count my footprints. The youth of youth has left me at this time, but the poetry in my heart still lingers in my brow. Whenever it starts to snow, I stand on the baoshi mountain and watch the broken bridge. I saw that the front of the bridge had been melted by ice, but the other side of the bridge was still covered with snow. This fantastic artistic conception is hard to describe in words. As for visiting Lin Hejing's former residence on the lonely mountain, it was a great pleasure in the snow. Looking at a few plum blossoms on the edge of the mountain stream, they are thin and oblique, clear but not bright, and the ease in my heart is really refreshing. (m.taiks.com) Of course, sometimes I feel unhappy. During the snowstorm, I remembered Su Dongpo's poem "Snow is flying and clouds are blowing". For thousands of years, the literati by the West Lake passed by my eyes, and the snow stained my hair. Is that loneliness that ordinary people can understand?
One night, after the night shift, I was furious and decided to go out to enjoy the snow. My children thought my brain was frozen and looked at me suspiciously. I don't think they can understand the beauty of snow in Xun Mei, so they take a boat, wear fur coats, hold a fire, and go to the lake pavilion to see the snow alone.
Looking around, I saw the stairs up and down in Gushan and Geling areas, such as jade paved, crystal clear, and a sad aesthetic feeling of Leng Yan came head-on in the snow. The distance is vast and the whole world seems to be lonely. At that time, dense fog enveloped the lakes and mountains, and the horizon was far away. Mountains and rivers are connected with clouds, and white is the most beautiful picture. In this world of powder and jade, the only scenery visible to the naked eye is a faint trace on the long embankment, a railing in the middle of the lake, and three or two people on our boat. The snow by the lake has frozen a little, so it's freezing cold to touch the water with your hands. But I was intoxicated with the wonders between heaven and earth, but I completely forgot them. Looking closely at the lake, I saw snow like silver, frozen lake like ink, black and white, particularly moving. The silence of snow adds to the loneliness between heaven and earth. I held my breath and immersed myself in the beauty of nature. Unconsciously, I came to the gazebo. There is a stone archway in front of the pavilion, engraved with the words "Hu Xinting". Hu Xin Pavilion is the largest pavilion in the West Lake. I often come here on weekdays, full of clothes and acquaintances. I once wrote a couplet for Hu Xinting: "The bright moon is in the sky, like the point of Wei Yunhe." Used by people, and cut autumn water. "But it's the first time to visit in the heavy snow like today. I thought I was the only one in such a good mood. I didn't expect to find someone who beat me to it as soon as I entered the museum. Two young men dressed as scholars covered with blankets sat down to play chess and drink. A bookboy is cooking wine by the side. The fire is warm, and white clothes are better than snow.
I stood by for a long time, but they were fascinated by the chess game and suddenly felt nothing. It was not until the end of the game that we introduced each other and greeted each other with a smile. Indigo blue chessboard with black and white marble pieces makes a loud sound every time a child falls, adding a bit of elegance and nobility.
The two of them were also very happy with my arrival, saying that they didn't expect anyone to come out to enjoy the beautiful scenery on snowy days, so they took me to drink together. In fact, the surprise in my heart is no less than two people. Disturbing the universe, the chaotic world is muddled, but now it is only washed away by snow. While drinking, we enjoyed the snow scene and saw the distant peaks looming in the snow fog, full of ice flowers. It was really gratifying that the three of them made love through alcohol. I drank three glasses in a row and said goodbye. Ask them their surnames. They are guests from Nanjing. I said goodbye to them and got off the boat and went home. I looked back and saw them still leaning on the pole and waving their hands. I smiled and waved, and my sleeves were covered with snowflakes. At this time, cold air came to my mind. I can't help shivering. I heard Zhou Zi mutter to himself, "I thought Xianggong was the best idiot in the world, but I didn't expect anyone to be worse than Xianggong."
And I shrink my sleeves at this time, and my brain is exhausted.