Nature created this season's elves and snow. Without snow, how can you feel that the village is made of silver and jade, the world is vast and life is profound?
The most beautiful snow is only available after the arrival of winter and before the arrival of spring.
I like snowy days. I have lived in this city for more than ten years. Although my life is humble, I am not inferior. Although I am tired, I don't blame myself. Many times, I want to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city and let my thoughts be silent in a corner of the earth, beside the frozen river, in Yuan Ye like a curtain, and in the chilly cold. Over the years, what has kept a white heart away from the dust of the years?
It's snowing. Snow comes, everything on the earth is still, and people in the snow and trees in the distance form a pure light ink painting, which is also a rare pure beauty without too much rendering. Snow is floating quietly, like a gentle little hand, passing through quiet eyes and sliding into a state of mind like water. Once impatient and impetuous, once irritable and depressed, were gently brushed away by snowflakes. In the snow, life can be so simple and the mood can be so quiet.
The moonlight is faint, passing through the faint clouds and gently sprinkling on the world, just like the memory of a lost time. At this time, the snowflake floated gently, passed through the dead trees, obliquely passed through Wafi, and landed in the childhood village, as quiet as time. Hold your breath and listen attentively, and you will vaguely hear the rhythmic heartbeat of snow. It is the beat of music, the action of passion, and the song of years, such as the faint breeze, the continuous smoke, the long bell and the trembling flowers. A heart is tightening, instinctively resisting the cold, reciting the poem "Like spring breeze, night comes, blowing the petals of ten thousand pear trees", flying the imagination of "opening the door with snow in the morning, and the snow is clear and the clouds are cold", recalling the wonderful time of "Snow is too late for spring, so it flies among the trees in the courtyard". Then, the snowflake stripped my locked soul and gently wiped the rust spots, showing the same color as the village in early spring. Every fall of snow is a gift of life, which makes me find my initial touch and relax my overwhelmed soul.
Snow is an invitation in severe winter and a symbol of poetry. Snow spreads a feeling of post-action in everyone's heart, separating the past from the future; Snowy days herald the end of winter and the arrival of the new year. Snowy days are not only a day for hard-working people to rest, but also a post for thoughtful people to observe their lives. In the snow, enjoy and taste wonderful life fragments and awe-inspiring life stories. The quiet hometown in snowy days and the familiar and distant childhood memories have obviously been replaced by the current noise. You may feel lost in the distant years, but you will become excited about the unknown life tomorrow.
I like snow because I like life. Like the past years, but also look forward to the future years, recalling all the days is actually a kind of heartfelt happiness. Quiet and holy people like the color and meaning of snow. In the quiet and idle night, snowflakes drift across the forehead and cheeks at will, and the majestic momentum immediately makes people feel quiet, ethereal and broad-minded. Standing on the vast land and listening attentively, you will feel a deep love for life, and then all the unhappiness and embarrassment will be irrelevant. ...
Cold snow is coming. In the snow, I think of the small bridge and flowing water in my hometown, simple homesickness, green mountains and green waters, my mother who lives alone, and the years when I laughed and ran. ...
May my life be the same. There are not too many gorgeous spring flowers, too many floating Xia Yun, no noise, no rotating colors, only a quiet and simple white, only a deep and serious life, only a dream, a quiet and indifferent dream like snow.