Xue Yanming's local prose Ode to Wheat is an excellent example: Snow in Fengchi Snow in Fengchi.
(Snow Nine Part IV)
The snow that has been escaping for a long time is overwhelming, which makes Fengchi Mountain, which is deeply lovesick, turn white overnight.
Fengchi Mountain, a leaf of the Shogunate Mountain, a scene under Jiugong Mountain and the south wall of Tongshan County are beautiful, magical, solemn and romantic.
Fengchi Mountain, that is, Fengwu Mountain in Qinnan County, is a mountain where great men soar in midsummer, the land of the Three Kingdoms boils, the mountain of Yongxing, the great leader of the Sui Dynasty, the mountain of Li Yuxing, the monarch of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and the mountain laid by the imperial seal of the Great Song Dynasty. The county magistrate Jiang said, "I love sheep, green hills are the city, white clouds are deep, and the sound of Yuquan is the pillow." The poet's deep affection is pinned on it. This is Huguang Xingguo Mountain in Yuan Dynasty, written by assistant minister Zhu in Ming Dynasty. The assistant minister built the "Two Cliffs Academy" in Fengchi Mountain and worked hard on the "Two Cliffs Collection". In the "Jiong Ran Pavilion", literary friends wrote poems and Xu Jie watched the snow in order. Three ministers, Tang Long Yue and Xi Xue, wrote Two Cliffs. Noble writers often meet them, and their poems have been written for centuries.
Fengchi Mountain is a famous forest park in Jingchu. Dominant Yangcheng, green peaks, white snow on Nanping and towering towers. Maple and catalpa are red, leaves fall into the pond, and silk and bamboo dance in Cai Feng, making it a phoenix pond.
Spring rhymes with peach blossoms, and the flowers are ripe; Sell summer heat in summer, trim bamboo and shake the wind; Autumn red maple catalpa, Dan lead painting; Snow and ice come in winter, and jade is clean and dry.
It snows every year, as always, but after a long time, snowflakes become more and more precious. Many times, it becomes the snow in the dream, and many times, that snow becomes the lover in the dream. Today's snow came too suddenly, and the forecast often failed. I didn't catch a snowflake in the silver screen. It's snowing heavily. The spirit of the hexagonal flower turned into a god all over the sky, covering a large area of the earth, as if God was sending a short message to the world to inform that spring had come. What a heavy snow! She flew and danced wildly, hissed, whipped stubborn people with the whip of the cold wind, and buried the dirty and heartless world of mortals. From a distance, the tauren tower is like a huge thermometer, measuring the temperature difference between heaven and earth. The pavilion on the hillside is lightly supported and surrounded by snow, as if drifting slowly, a drift of time, and the town at the foot of the mountain is particularly holy and solemn under the embellishment of snow. This is a traditional China city painting. Fengchi Mountain and Luofu Mountain are far apart, forming the picture frame of the city. Yang Tonghe, interspersed in the middle, is a flowing mirror spirit, performing many stories day and night, falling in love harmoniously, singing and constantly excited. The roof is steaming with snow, which is the gentle breath of this small town.
Wandering in the forest path next to Cuiping ancient temple, watching the ice fall between the branches of cold cypress, which is a cold arrow shot from the sky to the earth. The destroyer Xuefeng blew the wind, and the clock tower kept colliding with the ice. That kind of metallic voice rings lightly from the ear, sonorous and sweet, cold and lingering, solemn and intense. This kind of music lasts for a long time and brings infinite comfort to Fengchi Mountain in winter. Snow has a playful look, and the wind twists her posture and dances on the snowy plain, lively and stretched, light and fast. This is the national standard of nature, and this is the wind wearing a big skirt of snow to make friends.
Standing on the platform of the stupa, watching the long snow falling silently, in the confused time and space, I seem to see an Iraqi red skirt drifting from my lens, turning into red snow all over the sky, dancing vigorously in front of my eyes, constantly dyeing my paleness and rendering my barren years. Looking forward to it, I still can't see the figure that once hurried in the snow and fog. I once dreamed that I once invited her to dance in the snow. Let me take notes to my heart's content, but Iraqis are afraid of snow, which hurts their skin and freezes their steps. Facing endless snow, facing a blank snow, my heart breeds a kind of sadness, which is an inseparable love for the snow god. It accompanied me through endless days and nights. At that time, the snow was colder, but it could not cool my love for snow. Looking up at the empty snow, I can't help sighing. Once the feelings go deep, the scars are extremely deep. I know this is a great adventure for me. I dare not expect the flame-like color to set off the helplessness of the snow. I also know how insurmountable the distance between red and white is, but my disk is full of walking scenery. I am afraid that the secular wind will format it mercilessly and destroy the church music. So, I refined my dream into a chip, implanted it in my mind, and let her run my life, my life. Those wonderful years passed through my pupils like scenes from movies, which were played in front of my eyes day and night, always walking silently and just visiting. Snow, you are a thin piece of tin. Are you willing to weld the love between people? Snow, you are ice powder crushed by winter thunder. Are you willing to fill the famine of lonely travelers?
The snow is still falling. Surrounded by snow, people seem so deep and lonely. I really want to write on the snow skin with a pen, but I'm so excited that I drop the ink. I'm afraid my words will be scanned by the destroyer Snow Wind and debunk my secret.
I know that my destiny comes from snow, my voice sings because of snow, my vision comes from snow, and my heart lives in snow. Therefore, I am not afraid of the monotony of snow, the biting cold of snow, and the indifference and poverty of snow. Snow, but also design the draft of peach blossom rain floating to the green grass in March; Snow, willing to take off white clothes and call back the clouds and flames of peach blossoms; Snow, accompanied by the Qian Qian complex of Gu Teng's silver chain, dates back to Fengchi Mountain. Snow is a skin care product in spring; Snow is Dou E's grievance in summer; Snow is the curtain of autumn; Snow is a beautiful building in winter. These are the most beautiful watercolors and the most wonderful painting axes in Fengchi Mountain.
The snow in Fengchi Mountain is hard to come by, because she is surrounded by stoves, impetuous, materialistic and frivolous. Snow's body is too weak. She doesn't want to melt into the melting pot, and she doesn't want to live next to desire. In the cold winter night, she took a tentative step to peep at the world. She wanted to cover them with snow when they were sleeping, so that their fever would go down. What saddens me most is that someone always walks by her. On the flat ground at the top of Fengchi Mountain, people stepped on her. On the stone steps up the mountain, the monkey stepped on her shoulder. I love her disfigurement, and I love her shoulders with dark stone cocoons. What I love more is that it is not a gentle hand that touches her, but a series of iron hooves. I think she must want to cry too, but her voice is tightly suppressed by all kinds of shoes. Isn't that "squeaking" sound just the struggling sound of snow? Muddy tears splashed around with the trampled footsteps, helplessly touching the snow on the roadside.
Stepping on snow, stepping on snow, although stepping on snow has contributed to the happiness of tourists, who can understand the fragmentation of snow? Who sympathizes with Xue's downfall? Who wants to feel the snow falling?
Although walking on snow, walking on snow and walking on snow are natural and unrestrained, the procedures are simple and the desire to walk on snow is easy to satisfy, how many people think that walking on snow is blasphemy, killing and extinction of snow.
Snow sleeps on the ground, which has a hard fulcrum, tenacious spirit, noble quality and loyal temperament. It's irresistible. It chose silence. It knows that the wind and sand around it are only temporarily roaring and raging, and will eventually become light dust. It knows that it still has a long way to go, and it knows that the vast ocean is its most beautiful destination.
The main body of Fengchi Mountain is a huge bookshelf, and the snow in Fengchi Mountain is an abstruse dictionary. People who live by the Toarey Yang River should become loyal readers, walk through Fengchi Mountain and read the snow in Fengchi Mountain. The snow in Fengchi Mountain can't be completely regarded as a reward, and it looks weak and too diluted. When you see the snow in Fengchi Mountain, you should first pay attention to it, study hard, analyze her paragraphs and connotations, and explore her process and trend.
Fengchi Mountain is too broad-minded. She has thousands of different hearts.
If you don't understand snow, you don't know what innocence and purity are. You can't find the yeast of snow if you don't understand the aristocratic operation equation. People who can't read snow are doomed to read the hardships of life; People who don't want to read snow deserve to live in a humble abode, have a stove and snore as company. People who know snow are not afraid that the ice pillow will freeze to the cervical vertebra, and they are not afraid that snow will not sprout.
In the white world, I became a magnetic field. Snowflakes covered my whole body with white metal. They are registered on my body in the form of jade. I really like that she will always build a nest in my heart, but I'm afraid my * * * will melt it away. I'm afraid she won't accompany me with eternal promises. I don't want to shake off the snowflakes on me. I really want to use her strength to reduce my enthusiasm. I shouldn't wear black clothes in this white world. It is a disrespect for snow, a oppression of snow and a loss of elegance. I can't fight snow in double. I should be juxtaposed with pure white snow, or I can discuss the information that winter is over and spring is coming with red warm snow. Only in this way can I be qualified to approach Xiangxue, to talk to Snow and to throw myself into the embrace of Snow. Snow should be most afraid of the dark, if the earth is black, then snow can't find its way home; If everyone is black, then snow can't find its place.
Snow melts when it is heated. It's not that she's afraid of the heat, but that she's so excited at the sight of the sun that she's about to cry.
When it's cold, the snow is shut out. It is not that she is afraid of the cold, but that she is speechless when she sees the cold and cheerless world of mortals.
Snow falling on Fengchi Mountain must be a dull and obscure classical Chinese before it takes shape at high altitude. Because snow likes the elegance of Fengchi Mountain best, because snow can't forget the sea of clouds of peach blossoms and plum blossoms, and it is the descendants of snow who nourish them. As a result, the snow began to smell hard, ground into snowflakes and scattered to Fengchi Mountain, and became lyrical prose, printed on every inch of land in Fengchi Mountain. This is really a spectacular sight, which people have watched all their lives. The spirit of snow is dedication, the language of snow is silence and the eyes of snow are sharp. Her howl is a prose that tears up the false yarn in the world. She also needs to sing with her heart. She was so excited that she began to climb into a stream, which became a poem with vivid charm. All the way, she walked along the small ditch and the steps down the mountain to Yangtong River, rushed to Jiangyang Avenue, rushed to a thousand miles, walked to the copper plate, and carried a small fishing sail.
When you go to Fengchi Mountain to kiss the snow, what's unpleasant in ordinary days, and what's stopping your soul? Then go and see the snow. The train of your heart will speed up from time to time, and the flame inspired by youth will burn.
A long time ago, the phoenix in Fengchi Mountain flew away. It is said that there was a rare snowstorm that night. I think it was a drunken snow that drugged the frustrated mind. It is also a snow festival to pay homage to fleeting love. Since then, few snow curtains have been hung on Fengchi Mountain, and occasionally a few pieces have come, which are also spies of snowflakes to survey the depth of Fengchi Mountain.
In winter, sleep because of snow; Spring, moved by snow; Mountains, because of snow, because of heat and trunk; Ice, because of snow and capacity, because of warmth and fear. Snow, who can penetrate the secret order in your heart? Snow White, who wants to analyze the pain in your heart?
The footsteps of snow fall along the clouds and people climb the stairs.
Snow, from top to bottom, has a positive spirit; Some people climb from the bottom to the top, and some have fallen souls.
The arrival of new snow makes my annual rings start again. I should have been in the build house, stroking the stripped guqin with the light of snow to visit and go to the next stage, but my mind is still surfing at the water's edge, still playing the flute for finding youth, the deciduous tooth that can't be retired, and the hard particle that can never bite the world; Soft gums will never grow tiger teeth, but I never sigh for it.
The snow in Fengchi Mountain is the most modest, easygoing, humble and willing to clear the way for enthusiasm. As long as she meets the messenger of spring, she doesn't want to be a cold-faced person. The snow is very tired and gradually becomes smaller. She became the end of the symphony, just like the fading sunset or evening breeze. How can the snow in Fengchi Mountain be so short? You suddenly disappeared without a trace, just like the movie of my youth hanging on the wall, and also like my childhood car coming to the station soon, with endless aftertaste.
Looking at time and space, I seem to see assistant minister Zhu turn flowers and snow into water, lying snow into tea, savoring it carefully and stirring my brain. Poetry, frost, snowflakes, tears and hearts are flying in the sky instantly. I propose a toast to the assistant minister and have a good drink with him. I really want to let the sugar powder of time enrich his weak body and let him write landscape poems. My heart is not cold because of snow, and my heart will certainly grow high enough to set up the height of life and stop the dilemma of fate! The snowflakes in Fengchi Mountain, which I love, are dancing slowly in my dreams, and my true feelings are dancing for me. I absorbed the snow with an open mind, boiled her with my heart, and let her youth stir my blood. Her voice and shadow accompanied me all my life, and her gentleness inspired me all my life.