What will it tell you?
It snows in winter in the mountain city. Indeed, it is snowing. One or two faint snowflakes fell on the upturned face and the sweaty nose tip. Without any warning. Pine needles are so green, chrysanthemum leaves are still green, and canna was still bright red yesterday. The air is still warm, and there are not many people wearing cotton-padded clothes in the town. Except for one or two old people, most of them wear coats, long and short windbreakers and suits. Girls' stockings lined with leather boots give people a feeling that spring is coming again. In fact, the spring in the small town is far away, but in recent years, a yard, an open space, a balcony and even a corridor are all full of flowers, which makes people forget the change of seasons and the handover of seasons. There is little snow in the mountain city, which is a rare tourist. Only three or two times a winter, and I won't stay long. Just like a small town person visiting relatives, he lifts his legs and leaves. On the way to the countryside, I saw the snow line halfway up the mountain, neat and white, with snow and fog on the line, gray ridges, semi-green vegetable fields, bamboo, white walls and red doors under the line. The mountain city is always below the snow line, between the winter solstice and the light snow, with the surprised tone of "Hehe, it's snowing".
The snow in the mountain city is very even, and every household gets a little. Only pine trees put it on their heads and showed it respectfully to people in the mountain city. The humidity of snow is very small, and the petals are also very small. If it falls on your head at dusk, you will think it is a late butterfly wing or chrysanthemum petal brought by the evening breeze. Girlfriend's little hand brushed away from the boy's hair, like catching a grasshopper and a butterfly. The boy only caught a small hand, of course, warm and greasy, like a ray of early spring sunshine.
The snow in the mountain city is very hard. Should it be like this? In recent years, the greening environment of small towns has improved, and vegetable farmers and forest farmers in the suburbs have "moved" their vegetable fields and woodlands. Snowflakes should fly as freely as in the countryside. But in the end, it still can't let go, and it still walks carefully and gracefully. It does not dare to shake its sleeves, whip, dance Longquan sword, or shake its tassels. The snow in our impression should be a heavy snow in winter. It should be accompanied by the waves of Songtao carrying residual clouds and coming straight to the front of the village, covering the fields with a whimper and freezing the roof. It is really "General River, a black hole in the well." Black dogs are white and white dogs are swollen. "
The snow in the mountain city is very delicate and gentle. Stop on the leaves of fir, lean on the branches of pomegranate, leave a few shoe prints on the steps, press a brand in the park, and compete for a camera to capture. Maybe there will be a beautiful photo in tomorrow's newspaper with an intriguing topic, either "Mountain City" or "Luo". There are a large number of photographers in the mountain city. They have been looking forward to this moment for a long time, almost a year. The color screens of many mobile phones are like the seeds of love. Facing the first snow in the town, their eyes are rolling with infinite affection. Unfortunately, the shy snowflake hurried away and disappeared in an instant. The shyness of virgins is always like this. This is a classical artistic conception, or a traditional virtue. Shancheng people don't reject her, just as Shancheng people don't reject the first snow.
I carefully took one or two snowflakes and went back to the room opposite the Meteorological Observatory. Will it snow again tomorrow, or will it be heavier? This is not the decision of the meteorological station, and the radio or TV station is only a matchmaker at best. I know there are still many people in the town looking forward to snow. They are so busy and complicated, and they are interested in the first snow, which can only explain one problem, that is, "a beauty like a sweetheart is not enough for Switzerland."