No wonder, since ancient times, many poets, scholars, sages and gentlemen have paid much attention to them and praised them. I think it would be great if a person could be like a snowflake. I hope more people like snow.
2, the track is euphemistic and melodious, and she has disappeared in front of her eyes, like a dream.
The big elm tree over there is six stories high. Its thick trunk is split in two from 50 cm, and the two branches are close together and snuggle up to each other. The whole canopy forms the shape of a big umbrella, and the branches bent by snow are like beautiful white corals. When the breeze blows, the slender branches sway gently with the wind, just like groups of white corals crawling on the seabed, which is very beautiful.
Birds are chirping, butterflies are dancing and grass is whispering. She walked on the edge of the thatched path, sometimes turning her figure to hide, sometimes stopping to look, sometimes staring, sometimes sitting by the stream listening to the stream, sometimes drawing a quiet picture, sometimes picking up a handful of sand and gently raising it, and sometimes laughing to attract a butterfly.
I was attracted by this every move without deviation. I put my feet in the stream and enjoyed this time quietly, enjoying the feeling of the little fish kissing her toes. Drunk and beautiful thoughts spread around her, sucking each other with the calm and delicate youth like the moon, melting in the sunshine, moistening the surrounding scenery with the warmth of filar silk, and soothing every second's heartbeat sweetly, which has become the most beautiful scenery at this moment.
Can Yin Xue in that place help the lost people return in time? Whether their lives can reflect many ugliness in the world.
6. When I was a child, after late autumn, I began to look forward to the New Year after the first snow. Because at that time, children were looking forward to the Spring Festival-wearing new clothes and eating delicious food. But at that time, the Chinese New Year was often unsatisfactory-boys didn't have the money to buy new shoes, and girls didn't want fancy clothes.
Or grandma has a way to destroy the old clothes worn by boys and turn them upside down to make cotton shoes, which can also make boys happy and hold grandma's old cheeks and help them kiss; Girls are not easy to coax, but grandma has an idea. She washed the old plaid clothes worn by girls and turned them upside down to make a flowered skirt. Girls are especially happy to wear refurbished floral clothes.
When it comes to delicious food, grandma will say her old saying: "Don't be greedy for children, it's New Year after Laba;" Don't cry, children. Kill pigs after Laba. " A few words amused the children, so they looked forward to the Spring Festival every day.
7. I couldn't help shrinking my neck, as if the coldness still existed when my roommate stuffed snowballs into my neck, and I couldn't help laughing. It seems that I miss the snow so much.
I miss the "creaking" sound of stepping on the thick snow, the beautiful scenery of trees covered with cypresses, and the ugly snowman who lost his nose ... I wonder, if snow knows my mind, how can I bear to let my disappointment and expectation fall in the cold wind of winter whimpering?
8. Not far away, there is a small temple, which is familiar there. When I was a child, I asked my father who was enshrined in the small temple. My father told me that I am a land bodhisattva, specializing in guarding the stockade's peace and wealth.
Yes, the predecessors of those beautiful buildings behind me are thatched cottages and tiled houses. It is conceivable that this bodhisattva is very conscientious. However, the roof of the small temple has long been covered with moss, and the tiles have disappeared. One corner even collapsed because it was not renovated all the year round.
9, falling snow, if you have feelings, just seek an ordinary life.
10, enjoy the snowflakes flying all over the sky.
It's a wonderful enjoyment. One day, it was snowing outside the window. Occasionally, I read a poem about snow, and I thought it had a good artistic conception and was quite infectious. The breeze shook the trees, and fine snow fell under the curtain. The air is like fog, and it condenses like a flower. I don't watch Yang, but I watch Gui Zhibai.
No tears, no humanity, what's good about lovesickness? Although the snow that time was not fine snow, the fine scenery in the poem also caused countless feelings in my chest. Snowflakes are spinning and dancing in the air. Although they are not like fog, they are like a group of magical elves.
They are piled up in the corner outside the balcony, corresponding to the word "like flowers" in the poem. At that time, I thought, why did those scholars like snow so much?
Yes! Hot-blooded men will inevitably have the ambition to serve the country. However, above the court, on the side of Ren Jun, there will inevitably be young people. Therefore, there are bound to be many obstacles on the way to serving the country. Therefore, those honest and warm-blooded men like snow and expect it to be as simple as snow. Heaven is true, good and beautiful, and a country's talent.
1 1, the taste of the year is like the wind, and it doesn't like to stay the same. Will change, sometimes it will make you puzzled, sometimes it will make you unforgettable.
12, in high school, I fell in love with literature. I have read many famous prose poems about snow, and I have a deeper understanding of some true meanings of snow. Spring is chilly like rain, and Yu Ning is like snow. Visible snow is the product of water. Water on the earth becomes air, and water vapor condenses into snow in the air.
It can be seen that snow is also a product of winter and a landscape in winter. When writing "snow", scholars often use words such as "floating" and "dancing" to describe the light and elegant charm of snowflakes. Others say that snowflakes are the soul of winter. They make winter full of life and love. There are also many literati who have written many elegant feelings and lofty aspirations of winter snow for personal enjoyment.
For example, Looking at the Snow in the Gallery, Xun Mei Stepping on Snow, Listening to Snow and Knocking on Bamboo, and many other excellent works. In a beautiful article, I came into contact with an old pedant with profound knowledge and elegant taste. He has a profound understanding and insight into nature.
In the face of a day of heavy snow, he whirled in front of the porch, thoughtfully, singing butterflies. Pine, bamboo, plum and cold are three friends, and heaven and earth are the same as spring. He wants to learn from plum blossoms and fight against snow. What a good mood, what a high mood. Through the snow, Xun Mei. There are some trees in the wild bridge, which are not white. In cold weather, the sky is full of goose feather-like snowflakes, which are surging, mighty and spectacular.
And the trees and plums in the wild bridge are so hot and charming that they are worthy of being a man with lofty ideals in flowers. Yes, snowflakes are as white as jade, crystal clear, and noble in interest, so they are worthy of being a gentleman in flowers. Plum blossoms bloom in the snow, not afraid of cold and violence. They are really comparable to those chivalrous men in the world who are not afraid of power and kitsch. Scholars are not arty, but have the ambition to save the people.
Listening to the snowflake knocking on the bamboo, the faint snowflake falls on the bamboo, emitting a wonderful and magical charm. Snowflakes love bamboo, and bamboo grows straight towards the sky. Someone nearby is listening, listening to the wonderful rhythm of the intersection of snow and bamboo in nature. He is looking forward to noble snow, and he is looking forward to upright bamboo. ...
13, quietly jumped out, and at this time jumped out of the track in her heart.
14, deadlocked, guarding each other and living in peace. Bury the past hand in hand and move towards the future with one heart. I only wish that we could play a happy melody all the way. One family, one heart, hold your hand and grow old with your son.
How many pairs, the initial combination of happy home construction, can persist to the end. Just, the first beauty. Nevertheless, there will always be happy people willing. No matter what the ending is, no matter what the next story is, I can only convince myself to live in the present and live in the present. Just be simple and true!
15 Suddenly, a familiar figure passed by me. He is one of the four old people. We call him Sigong. According to the time, he should be 90 years old now. I think he has known me for a long time. I once heard my father say that the other three old people who played cards died one after another, and now he is the only one left.
I saw him walking slowly towards the stone table in front of the temple. Go to the stone bench and bend down slowly. Gently sweep away the dead branches and leaves on the stone bench with your hands, and then sit down with difficulty. I vaguely remember that seat where he once sat. No sooner had he sat down than he suddenly stood up slowly, sighed and left.
17. The old tree behind the small temple is still flourishing and towering. But there is not a bird on it, not even the sound of insects. After more than ten years, its trunk doesn't seem to grow with the years. The only change is that its exposed roots, which used to be the natural seats of many people, were polished and shiny by their buttocks.
Nowadays, these roots are not as smooth and rough as they used to be. A large part has been submerged by weeds, accompanied by bare roots, footprints of countless villagers and their laughter, which have been passed down from generation to generation by the old people.
18. Looking at the heavy snow outside, I remembered my longing for experiencing the world of ice and snow in the "Arctic Village". Now you can experience a little first. Especially when you see passers-by in twos and threes in the snow, or on a one-way street, you can't stop your inner madness. I really want to go to the snow at once and experience the comfort of listening to it. But it still doesn't work. I haven't rested at noon, I'm still in class!
19, a cup of tea, Buddha sees Zen, Tao sees qi, Confucianism sees ceremony. Tea said: I am a glass of water, and what I give you is only your imagination. You are what you think. To me now, this cup of tea is as sweet as honey. This is happiness and beauty! Life is not complicated, just be simple. Do what you should do every day and you can go your own way.
20. Tonight, I will have no sleep again. I miss you quietly, clutching my lost wound. ...
2 1, that leisure, that elegance, that relaxation, that fun, I think even the bodhisattva sitting in the temple must envy it!
22. After the solstice in winter, the weather is getting colder every day. The temperature plummeted and the water outside froze. The winter scenery before us is thin. Cold cable and sunshine, like a passionate little girl, are more fresh and beautiful in winter.
People around us are full of interest in life. When I am bored, I relax physically and mentally, sitting at my desk alone, and my heart is full of inexplicable feelings. My heart is sour. Just miss the past, childhood, winter and snowy days in winter.
23. If this night is compared to a stage, then this snow is a dancer. Lightweight and witty and shy. Charming and cute. The full moon will also shed a faint moonlight from the sky, just shining on people through the misty snowflakes all over the sky, which is particularly soft and also pulls out a long shadow behind them.
24, the night is getting deeper and deeper, and the pace of going home seems to be in a hurry. Only lonely street lamps are still looking at camphor trees swaying in the wind. The wind swept through my hair, and I was confronted with biting cold, which made me stumble and my thoughts confused. I looked up and let the cold ravage my skin. I didn't want to shed tears and shed weakness that made you laugh.
The wind tore open the voice of shouting and roared at night. I want to face my sadness bravely, just like it, and find that it is just a beautiful dream. I am trapped in the cage of missing you, and the rope of missing has already tied me tightly. I don't know how long I've been away, but I know I still think of you in my heart.
25. It's winter now, but the snow just glanced at it. Before I could say it, I got stuck in my throat and never saw it again. The faint anxiety in my heart can no longer be contained, full of hope, even if there is warm sunshine. Winter is too cold and too long. Without the beauty and loveliness of snowflakes, this winter will be as gloomy and boring as dusk.
26. Whether it is the rural flavor or the urban flavor, the roots of these two flavors are always connected by blood, because the two flavors are more and more similar, don't you think?
27. Remember? The first time we met, the first time we had feelings for each other. I can't say whether I like it or hate it. You don't have sweet words, and I don't have sweet words. I'm gentle and plain, so I'm bored together in a daze.
28. The faint red color moistens the lingering heart and is fixed in the stream of ideas. Who would be so lonely and leisurely in this remote valley? It is the first figure I met. It is as quiet as a red dragonfly in water, quietly perching on the grass leaves, with a long charm, emitting a clear agility and color like a spring. It is really charming.
29. There are only a few pieces of snow in the sky, and they are still looking for their other half. I smiled faintly and made my best wishes.