Snowflakes, light and white, are like winter spirits, more like angels in white. Wave your sleeves and the world will be wrapped in silver. She landed in the mountains, and the green hills were covered with snow; She flew to the village, flew to the house, and instantly the house became a jade pavilion; She stretched out her sleeves and waved to the field, and the silver wax figure was thousands of miles away; She pointed faintly at the river, which was crystal clear and noble as suet jade. ...
It snowed yesterday. Pushing the door open is like walking into a fairy tale world.
The moonlight is particularly bright tonight, and the glistening moonlight reflects cold light on the snow.
God, there is not much wind, it is dry and cold, and the whole world seems to be frozen. Only snow can be regarded as the warmest temperature in this environment. People seem to be made of ice and jade. My arms are cold and I can feel the chill coming from me. I didn't say a word, and I sat in the car all the time. Driving me on the empty and cold road of the city, facing the wind. I can't feel us moving. Everything in sight seems to be pushed to the front by the wind. It flashed by, and I couldn't stay or catch it. Beautiful and not beautiful scenery is an idea, which disappears in a blink of an eye. I don't belong to it and it doesn't belong to me. I wonder if it's an illusion in front of me, or are we just a scene in this illusion? Everything is too illusory and elusive.
The lights of the city sparkle beautifully in the snow scene. In my opinion, all this is not true, because I know I don't belong to it and it can't keep me. I always feel that I come from a completely different world from here. Beautiful and hazy, but not what I want. The beauty I want is real, transparent and unbounded. The city looks big, but it is too small for me. This makes me feel that there are many obstacles that I can't cross, a feeling of being bound and not free. My heart needs a wider world than heaven and earth to breathe.
Close the door and all the noise will be shut out. There are some Bai Yueguang outside the window. I found a book of poems and made a cup of hot tea. I leaned against the bed and looked at it in the light. Read Li Qi's Snow Mountain carefully and slowly.
"Only one eye will want to forget you.
forget
I'll never forget how calm you are.
You are elegant in the distance.
The distance is wise and gentle.
……
You are brilliant, high and low.
You are so noble that I despair.
Stand between my route and my way.
His holiness just didn't mean it.
You twinkle in the sun.
That is forever mysterious writing.
That's your century condensed word.
……
I'm going to the north. Your beauty makes the north sad.
I grieve for your beauty in the south.
Is there a moment like this called happiness-
I can't help looking at you.
be all tears
……
I have been appealing for my snow mountain for a long time.
Without a word, my snow mountain. "
Sleep under the covers. The room is getting warmer and warmer. The sun will rise as usual tomorrow. ......
Second, love in the snow
Snow glistened in the sun. Mountains and rivers in the distance, houses nearby, sparse branches of cherry blossoms and apricot trees, and branches of willow trees close at hand are all warmed by jade-like snow. Everything seems to have a spirit, cold to muscles, soft to bones, and beautiful to the extreme! Here seems to be a spotless holy paradise in this world of mortals. Seeing all this, there is always a surge of emotion in my heart, eager to express. I put down my pen again and again, always afraid that my clumsy pen would dirty or hurt her. I asked myself again and again, what should I write? No matter how hard I try, I can't imitate her vividly. She is like a transparent angel with fine gauze feathers. It is always so close and so far away from me, and with a slight eyebrow, I can see the horizon in an instant. I'm afraid a touch will scare her away. So I always appreciate it from a distance and wait quietly, waiting for her to tell me her legend.
She seems to come from an unknown glass world, elegant and holy, and she is at peace with the world. Every gesture is so elegant and noble. I don't want to talk to anyone deliberately, and I don't want to make unnecessary explanations to anyone. I just gently hold the petals in my hand and turn them into two clear pools. In this clarity, I saw the calm and gentleness of the lake, and also saw the depth and breadth of the sea. In the cold world, she makes me feel a little warm and let me know that I am not alone.
There is golden sunshine on the shoulder, which shakes off the ground. A smile lights up the corners of the mouth. Love or pain. That shallow smile buried all the sadness and unhappiness.
Third, the snow butterfly
Gently relax your sleeves and rotate with snowflakes in a world of snowflakes. The snow butterfly fluttered her drooping hair, and her low eyebrow touched her shy eyebrow. Your cold lips, gently kissing my eyebrows, everything seems to have nothing to do with romance. A little light, a person's depression Invite the shadows to enjoy themselves in the moonlight like water.
For this season, the teapot has two cups of warmth, and the tenderness is accompanied by Xiangmei, gently wrapped at the fingertips. Put pen to paper and have a plum petal, and talk softly and flatly. Carefully turn over your initial heart.
When I came uninvited, I turned around and smiled. In the cold winter, the warmth of companionship, like the warm sun in the winter afternoon, shines the whole season, making winter full of spring. Let a blue forget-me-not bloom in the most desolate place in my heart. In this way, the whole winter will be filled with the smell of azaleas. Open your arms and embrace the pure world of plum blossom and snow! Give you my thoughts and concerns in every plum blossom. Mei Xiangxue, in this Tang and Song poetry, sang a graceful song.
And your aloofness and indifference always make people feel-so close and so far away!
Why is it so deep? What a shallow fate! Whose tears are you? ! If we didn't meet before the flowers on the other side, how could we meet in this life? If there is an alliance next to Sanshengshi, how can this beautiful dream be so short-lived? You are just the fireworks in my dream, just for my beautiful moment. Or am I just an episode in your dream, and you will tremble with pain when you dial it? I have nothing to do with other people's good days. I'm only here to wait for you to break into a butterfly and dance in the cold world.
Editor's comment:
Snowflakes are flying and thoughts are flying. People always think a lot of things in the snow. The author thinks the beautiful scenery in front of him is an illusion, which has nothing to do with himself. The illusory beauty makes people feel fleeting, but the beauty we need is real and transparent. Let the beautiful scenery outside the window crystal clear in the moonlight, my heart calm down, I close the door, I quietly read a poem, a snowy mountain, I vent my feelings and warm my heart. "Love in the Snow", a beautiful and fluent writing style, vividly depicts the beauty of snowflakes. The snow is cold, but white and gentle. Like an angel on earth, elegant and holy, crystal clear, calm as a lake, deep as the sea, accompanied by snow, I don't feel lonely, love and hate laugh it off, and forget unhappiness and sadness in the snow. Snowflakes, that kind of lonely and cold beauty, are more like butterflies that bloom at that moment. Crystal clear snowflakes dance like butterflies and are as beautiful as fireworks in my dream. The writing is smooth and natural, and the emotions are sincere and delicate. I combine my feelings and thoughts, write well, like reading, and recommend excellent works.