Text: Yuanshan | Illustration: from 360 Pictures
The winter in the Northeast is long and cold. It seems that the sky is always disturbed by wind and snow, the water is thin, the mountains are cold, which makes it difficult to I believe that it also has a lively, playful, lively and enthusiastic side -
In the boundless wilderness, in the cold mid-air, in the streets with cars and people coming and going, the cold wind brings the white snow from the distant sky, vigorously Flying and spinning.
After the snow, the sky is clear, the sun shines on the earth, and the snow-covered scenery is particularly enchanting: mushroom roof, red lantern, horse-drawn sledge, winter hunting, ice wedding, magical rime, and volley skiing .
In the distance, there are mountains surrounded by green snow and lacquered trees, dotted with pine forests. Each tree has white snow on one side and green shade on the other.
Nearby, in the park, snowmen are being made, football is being played, and icebergs are being played. The moving ski suits are colorful, bright and vivid; in restaurants, big chunks of meat are eaten and big bowls of wine are consumed.
The days of skiing, skating, and eating candied haws of sugar go by so fast that one has to follow them all the way, from natural villages to tourist attractions, in order to appreciate the full charm of winter.
The natural villages are simple and thick, and still retain some desolate appearance, like ink paintings.
Ink painting has always paid attention to artistic conception. To capture the charm of simplicity and roughness, you need to live in the countryside for a few days, and listen to the distant and yearning songs while tasting the natural and original flavor. peaceful.
Choose a village far away from the town, with mountains and rivers, sparse houses, and a bit deserted!
There, daily life blends naturally with the ice and snow. Amidst the tranquility, there are simple and unsuspecting smiling faces.
On a sunny day with no wind, the morning is dry, cold and hard -
There are ice flowers on the glass windows, layer by layer, thick and thin; the same window The windows often have different patterns: auspicious clouds, branches, flowers with leaves, so fluffy that people can't help but touch them. I wonder, who painted this beautiful picture?
A symphony of pots and pans came from the kitchen, and in the steam of heat, the aroma of food wafted.
As soon as I walked out of the room, there was frost on my eyelashes as I took a breath. I blinked my eyes, flickering.
There are ice skates falling from the eaves, and there are cracks in the ground cracked by frost.
The bucket used for drinking from the cows was frozen into an ice lump, which was solid.
The white goose released from the shed accidentally had its feet frozen, fluttering its wings and screaming...
At noon , the weather is getting warmer, let’s go out for a walk!
Under the sun, the snow on the roof sparkled, so jeweled that people dared not look directly at it; on the walls of the warehouse, bunches of red peppers and bundles of grains were hung. Sui'er: In the vegetable garden, there are piles of snow, like hills, which have been rolled away by naughty children.
The nearby fields are so white that you can’t see the edge at a glance; only patches of black soil are exposed on the ridges of the rice fields, where wild birds are looking for food.
It is not easy to find a small river that flows gurglingly in summer. The thick snow covers its mouth, and like loaches and frogs, the small river also hibernates.
The willows in the Hetao have become thinner and thicker, and the creeping reeds have lost their bones and become more desolate.
Look far into the distance and look at the mountains in the distance!
Under the sky, the mountains are distant and real. The trees are getting darker and darker and stand stubbornly. The branches with all their leaves are staggered and intertwined, hiding the snow on the ground. They are as bright as the moon and ethereal. Like jade.
The white snow cannot cover up the ups and downs of the mountains. Between the mountains, there are distances and distances, and there are virtual and real. The sunlight pouring down from the treetops is just white space.
Among the rolling hills, like a master of painting, he lifts the pen hard and heavily, adding a few strokes of dye, some wrinkles, some ups and downs, some breaks, some ravines, vigorous and unrestrained, and vivid. , there seems to be a force running naturally and roughly.
The best thing is when there is a heavy snowfall, watch it whirring all over the mountains and fields, covering the sky!
The farmer’s elder brother lit a fire in the house, where he could make tea, warm wine, and rub corn ears while listening to his talk about “beating roe deer with sticks, scooping fish with gourds, and pheasants flying into the rice pot.” , the former Great Northern Wilderness; looking out the window, the wind and snow are blowing, the trees and mountains are white in the distance, and you can’t tell the plum blossoms from the willow blossoms...
Slowly, you think the dusk has not come yet, but it is here It's time to light the lamp.
On a snowy night, the sky is like smoke and fog, and it seems to be connected with the earth; sparse houses, wide and narrow streets, tall and short trees, all in the same color of the snowy sky , very much like a still life sketch.
The light coming from the window is smudged in the ink, like large yellow flowers, warm and warm.
If someone walks on the street and steps on the snow, the sound of "crunching" will often lead to a burst of dog barking, full of the smell of human fireworks.
Lie on the hot kang, lightly and sparsely turn through a few pages of a book, or close your eyes and enjoy a picture of snowy lakes and mountains in Yang Wanli's "Winter Pastoral Miscellaneous" and savor it. Let’s talk about the different styles of winter in the north and the south -
"Let the boat go and watch the snow-capped mountains clear up. The wind is still cold and it will become more condensed in the evening. Just sit and listen to the broken pearls and jade, and you don’t know that the lake has frozen."
< p>The same cold wind, the same ice and snow, the same traditional Chinese painting background, but the difference is that the love in a small village is simple and natural, and is a timeless ink painting; while tourist attractions are eager to integrate into the times and the world, are good at development, and have many There are embellished with gorgeous color and ink paintings -Big red lanterns, big and small, and the cold wind, wrapped in deep and shallow snow, dress the lumberjack's house into a fairy tale castle: Mushroom roofs, running hares, galloping horses, resting turtles... The pink and jade buildings are in various poses, as if they are white clouds falling from the sky.
In the morning, as soon as the sun peeked out, the white snow captured the blush. In an instant, the fairy tale castle and the rolling mountains were all red; , the sun shines brightly, sprinkles thousands of piles of snow, and attracts countless heroes to bow down.
In the evening, as soon as the sun sets, the red lanterns hang high, the red light swaying, looking forward to the brilliance; the glistening white snow?, like a pear blossom fairy, with colorful hair on her temples, her eyebrows conveying, "The wind blows the fairy's sleeves are fluttering" It's like dancing with colorful feathers."
Horse-drawn sledge? The maroon horse is running bumpily on the sledge, the bells on its neck are jingling, and the manes are all hanging. It was covered with white frost and snorted with "chirp".
The driver of the car was wearing a dog-skin hat and a thick leather jacket, with ice on his beard; he was shaking the reins with one hand, waving a whip with the other, and shouting "Boo!" ".
The sledge on the snow bumped and tilted for a while, with the whistling wind, walking through the birch forest in Qingpine Ridge. The person sitting on the sledge firmly grasped the handrails of the sledge, not forgetting it. Photography: clear snow on the mountains, winding mountain roads, fallen jade on the treetops, green pines, squirrels playing in the snow, pheasants spreading their wings, roe deer appearing, big yellow dogs having fun...
Ice wedding? ? "I grow I rose up just for you\Cut me down\My albizia tree needs your diligence\I grew into a flower just for you\Cut me down..."
In the sound of beautiful music, the newlyweds hugged each other, spoke winter whispers, and made vows of love: ice is the witness, snow is the matchmaker, I only hope that we will be together forever and never be separated!
Doves are released, salutes are fired, rings are exchanged, champagne is opened, wedding candies are thrown, tradition and romance are indistinguishable; online videos are simultaneously broadcast live, ice wedding commemorative gold medals are awarded, and centenary wedding commemorative stamps are produced , happiness and sweetness communicate north and south.
The crystal clear ice sculptures, the naive snow sculptures, the mysterious town, the romantic red roses, complement each other and are dazzling; the white wedding dress, the red coat, the Korean wedding dress, the Russian dome Fur hat, so pretty and chic!
Central Street, the banks of the Songhua River, the opening scene of the Ice and Snow Festival, and the collective wedding float tour. Everywhere you go is a sea of ??blessings and a world of spotlight; Hello, Привет,?, Bonjour and Hello , tourists from all over the world, speaking different languages, a smile is a special pass, connecting hearts and hands...
The biggest fish caught in the first net of winter fishing at the first fish auction , known as the "head fish". "Touyu" means auspiciousness. It has been a "lucky prize" that tourists have been competing for for many years. The price of the first fish in Chagan Lake increased from more than 10,000 yuan to 850,000 yuan in 2016.
In fact, there is a historical anecdote that the "head fish" can sell for a sky-high price: It is said that every time the emperor of the Liao Dynasty came to Chagan Lake for fishing and hunting, he would hold a "head fish banquet". From then on, the "head fish feast" was held. Fish" opened the golden age; later, Genghis Khan came to Chagan Lake to burn incense and worship, and named Chagan Lake as a "Holy Lake"; time passed, and the fishery production method developed several times, but ice-cutting fishing continued as a tradition, and a National customs have gradually evolved into cultural landscapes.
Offering sacrifices to the lake by waking up nets, beating trees, shaving ice, walking hooks, horse-drawn winches, and walking nets under the ice. Water and fish, people and history are endless; mysterious shaman dance, cheerful Andai Dance, let's play the big Yangko dance, singing and dancing, bathing in God's grace between giving and taking!
The snow is green, the cold wind is hunting, the magical Chagan Lake is vast; the sound of the fish's head "closing the net" evokes the waves hitting the shore, the lake is turbulent, and it is spectacular; local residents and foreign tourists , jumping for joy; fat-headed fish, silver carp, big white fish, tail-tailing for joy...
Sky skiing? ? Surrounded by mountains, the ski resort is a sheltered harbor, where the sun preferentially gives It has a gold edge.
Looking from afar, the snowy sky and the stadium towers, ski lifts, and winding mountain roads seem to rise in the sky, disappearing and appearing, appearing and disappearing, like a fairyland on earth.
As I got closer, my eyes were filled with openness and purity. It was a kind of refreshing openness, and it was a kind of purity that did not disturb the dust.
As the snowy road rises slowly, you can see thousands of green trees and listen to the wind singing in thousands of valleys.
Reaching the top of the mountain, "I was slightly startled. I walked quickly on the snow, and my double plank stirred up ten thousand pine trees. I couldn't distinguish the strong wind from the fog, but my light pole had already swept over the two peaks."
There are also the wonders of rime - "The snowy willows on the cold river are newly sunny, and the jade trees and flowers are everywhere in spring"; the snow kites - "The harriers are low in the north and south of the Yangtze River, and the lines are long and short, and the lines are high and low"; the river across the city does not freeze, and is high in winter. Singing barcarolles...
Living in the embrace of winter, I often sigh -
Nature is really a master of painting. With a flick of the pen, it is The splash-ink landscapes and pastoral songs are simple and fresh; if you move the pen again, there will be ink animations, which are graceful, smart and poetic.
And I always have a lot to say and write; however, with my ability, how can I describe the colorful winter? Then I invite you to come to the Northeast to see the snow in winter!