In the middle of winter, the falling snow has just melted and the severe winter has not completely subsided. Buds have not yet sprouted from the fallen branches. I stared at the branches of residual snow and imagined the beautiful scenery of trees and flowers in spring. There is a faint fragrance of flowers in the sky. Butterflies are dancing, red azaleas are hidden in pear blossoms, flocks of thrush are standing on branches full of new buds, and swallows are flying around, competing for beauty.
Waiting for the flowers to bloom.
In the lonely midnight, I sincerely pray for you and wish you a beautiful flower season. In the twilight, I seem to be walking under the moon and under your tree. The moon is moving and fragrant.
Waiting for the flowers to bloom.
In the dream, white and beautiful flowers are full of trees, and white and warm flowers are slowly blooming, one by one, quietly. I stood under the tree and smiled at the beauty of life. Look, the sky is so blue, the flowers are so beautiful and the birds are so crisp. I don't want to wake up for a long time in this charming scenery. I want to keep this dream and don't want to go back with the moon.
As early as 1000 years ago, the seeds in my heart can still grow into flower trees in this life?
How can we know? Time is a magic hand. It points the way invisibly.
I believe that when there is hope in life, there will be waiting. I wait for time to pass. Under the light and shadow, I seem to see the agreement of previous lives. At such times, I seem to be superstitious about fate. If I say that enlightenment is a confusion of fate, then all my efforts in this life are not just to draw a circle for a better life. And how many beautiful expectations the world has.
How I long for this flower of life to bloom in my life, even if it is fleeting, it will not waste my life's expectation. If this beautiful scenery disappears in an instant, I think my heart will stay there forever. Moreover, in my life, beautiful scenery will be repeated and lasting like waves.
I can't understand and resist this illusory world. In this short life, I long for everything beautiful and true.
While waiting, I once heard someone say to me: Don't wait all your life, it's a tree that won't bloom. But I'm ready. I believe that the beauty of life is just around the corner, which I can't touch now. Looking forward to the unpredictable future. That kind of scenery is thousands of times more beautiful than I thought.
I know: beauty is so elusive.
But I hope my life has a theme. Have a strong desire. That kind of soul can entrust my lifelong pursuit. In life, there are always some things that we will pursue and wait for. There is a power in life that will drive us crazy.
Outside life, flowers bloom and fall, in full view, the coughing flowers in life can't be seen, but you feel them with your heart. The real beauty is hidden in life. However, not all people can know the meaning of glory in life. No one can know what magical power is hidden in the land in my heart. But I've been waiting for flower of life to bloom.
Waiting for the flowers to bloom.
Waiting for the glory in life.
Waiting for the most beautiful and magical scenery in life.
There is another one that is a bit
Snow season
-This article is only for friends who have read The Woman in a Five-Star Hotel.
The women in the unknown five-star hotel make me feel chest tightness, and the slutty room 8 18 makes me depressed. This is the reality, but my pen can't and can't touch all the real reality. But the anger in my throat is encouraging me, and I won't stop my sharp knife. I will continue to wave and cut it to the ugliness!
After New Year's Day, it is generally snowy in northern China. Snowflakes are like an agreement with people. With their white bodies, they gently fall to our side.
It covered the dusty earth with its body, temporarily blocked all filth, wrapped the earth in silver and added a beauty.
It also brings joy to people trapped on the edge of boredom and despair, especially the fresh air after snow. Take a deep breath and feel refreshed.
Born with spirituality, the first child ran outdoors with unbearable joy, with his red face upturned and his eyes full of naive desire, and opened his hands to meet the falling snowflakes.
There is enough snow at last, and it is covered with snow. Making a snowman is children's greatest pleasure.
Xiao Gang and Kobane Eva Xiaomei have basically finished the snowman's body, urging Xiao Pang to tighten the snowman's head.
Chubby head steaming, pursed ass, took off gloves, struggling with red chubby hands, east touch west snow.
Xiao Gang, Xiao Hua and Xiao Mei helped Xiao Pang to install the round snowman's head on him.
The child looked at the naive snowman and his masterpiece, clapped his hands happily and jumped around the snowman with a smile.
Farmers' pockets are bulging at this time of year. From ear to ear, they and their wives counted brand-new banknotes over and over again, looked at the snowflakes flying all over the sky outside the window, and looked forward to another auspicious year, hoping that next year would be another good harvest.
What about me? Whenever it comes to this snowy season, I can't help but think of that quiet southern girl when I watch the children pile up cute snowmen and the snowflakes flying all over the sky.
The girl is the editor of the school literature society, a classmate in different departments of my school, a talented girl in the school and a beautiful woman in the school. I was targeted by a literary society journal after I cheated her.
Why is it called cheating? If you take a periodical, but spend a dollar or contribute, it's not cheating, but I didn't give the money and didn't say a word.
First, I'm not very knowledgeable. Second, I'm not very smart. I'm not interested in all kinds of scientific fields, so I'm in no mood to contribute anything.
This southern girl actually found me according to the registration I left when I took the periodical, which made many students envious, and I was particularly surprised.
Southern girls are very modest and sincere when they ask me for manuscripts. I'm short of manpower, so I have to perfunctory for the time being, saying that I will definitely hand in my manuscript after the final exam of political economy. I also pretended to be serious and jokingly asked, can I study notes?
The southern girl cocked her head and thought for a moment, saying that if it is very distinctive, it can be refined, but poetry and prose are the best.
Don't forget to say when you leave: you must contribute to us. Thank you for supporting my work.
I said perfunctory, I won't let you run for the second time.
I thought this was the way to muddle through. Unexpectedly, shortly after the political economy exam, she came to see me again, and she was very anxious, saying that their literary journals had too few original manuscripts and would soon fail. Then I stopped talking and sat still.
I don't think I can take it off this time. What should I do? It suddenly occurred to me that I didn't know whether it was a poem of North Island or Xi Murong that had been tampered with before, so I probably wrote a copy for her.
She took it and said, thank you. I'll take it back and watch it, so I won't bother you. Remember to keep writing and insist on contributing to us.
However, it seems that this issue of the magazine has not been printed, and the magazine has stopped publishing. She never asked me for a manuscript again, but we met among many classmates.
One Saturday afternoon after the winter vacation, I was going to the library. A male student in my class came to my dormitory and asked me to be a guide for some southern villagers. Go to Zhao Lin Park and watch the ice lanterns. If you don't watch them, you will melt. You will graduate next summer. I wonder if I will have a chance to come to Harbin again. More importantly, someone specially asked you to be a guide.
I asked doubtfully: Who?
He said with a smile, you will know when you go. I said evasively, boy, don't tease me. Before the Spring Festival. Please find someone else. And I found many reasons to shirk, but this classmate insisted that I be a guide, and I had no choice but to go.
At the school gate, there are only two girls waiting there, one is his girlfriend and the other is a southern girl.
I, a male classmate, excitedly showed off to the southern girl that this boy is hard to hire, but for my bad words, he wouldn't have come.
Today, the southern girl seems to be dressed up. She usually wears a waterfall-like braid, a white lace wool hat, a white wool scarf, a fiery red down jacket and no wide-brimmed eyes. It turns out that her eyes are so big and bright.
The southern girl showed two dimples happily and said to me, is what he said true?
I said: no, as soon as I heard that I was watching ice lanterns with beautiful women, I was so anxious that I ran over without shoes. You think, in that colorful, crystal clear world of ice and snow, it is a pleasant thing to have beautiful women with me!
The southern beauty has been as happy as a flower, with two deeper dimples, flashing long eyelashes and blinking big watery eyes, saying, are you writing a poem? Why don't you contribute to me earlier, and the journal won't stop publishing because there is no original manuscript.
I thought to myself, this is really a pot that can't be opened, so I said, can I stop the journal by submitting it alone?
The clever southern girl recognized that my tone was wrong and pointed to my shoes and said, aren't you wearing socks?
Everyone laughed, I said, describe it, describe my happy and anxious mood.
"Ice lantern is a unique folk art in the north. It seems to have a history of more than one hundred years in our country. It is said that fishermen along the Songhua River used to freeze an "ice cube" in a bucket and light a lamp in the middle. This is the most primitive ice lamp. When I was a child, every Spring Festival, I would light such an ice lamp with a blessing on it in the small yard. On the bus to Zhao Lin Park, I told them about the ice lamp.
However, it is difficult to describe the current ice lanterns in words, and there seems to be no suitable words to describe them. When night falls, Zhao Lin Park becomes a fantastic fairy tale world.
Among them, three southern students looked at the majestic and tall ice sculpture Wang Teng Pavilion, or the long ice sculpture Great Wall, or the standing and soft ice sculpture Venus, or the lifelike ice sculpture of the zodiac, and so on, and from time to time issued "Wow!" After a while, "Ah!" After a while, he cheered and shouted, "How beautiful!" After a while, I quietly sighed, "It's so beautiful!"
I was also infected by them, secretly proud that the scenery in my hometown can bring happiness to people.
I have been taking pictures of them since they left. The southern girl suggested that the four of us take pictures and let a tourist take pictures of us. After we took a group photo, the male students first ran over and took the camera, and said to me and the southern girl, take a picture of you two.
Listen, there may be someone standing among us. The gay man said: How can this be? Come closer.
Look at me, I'm still motionless. The southern girl moved shyly to my side. Male students pointed at us with cameras and said, put your head closer, eggplant!
I said, your boy is taking a wedding photo, so take it quickly. Click!
Gay theory: stop arguing and have another one. Click!
Xiao nan's face is red to the neck, pouting and saying, bah! I will never take pictures with you again. Then drag the girlfriend of a male classmate to buy candied haws.
They each brought a big rock candy back to Hu. The girlfriend of the male classmate handed the candied haws to the male classmate and pointed at her mouth. The male classmate put the candied haws to her mouth and she bit the next one. The candied haws are too long for the little girl to eat by herself. The male classmate took another bite himself, and both of them said at the same time, "It's so sweet and delicious!"
The southern girl looked at the two people eating sweetly, looked at the big candied haws in her hands, and looked up at me again.
The boys looked at us and said, What are you two doing? Eat!
The southern girl handed me the string of Sugar-Coated Berry, and also imitated the girl's appearance, pointing at her mouth.
I took the string of Sugar-Coated Berry, shook my hand, stared at peony's small mouth, and struggled to send Sugar-Coated Berry to my mouth.
When the southern girl saw that I wanted to eat, she stamped her foot at me and said, don't eat! You can't eat! I want to eat the first big one.
I handed the candied haws to her mouth again and shook them up and down. She followed Sugar-Coated Berry up and down, left, right and left with her mouth open. When my tears were coming out, she bit off the biggest candied haws and said proudly, How sweet! How delicious!
I handed the candied haws to my mouth, and she suddenly shouted, Stop eating! You can't eat! Keep the second one for me, too
I quickly bit off the second Sugar-Coated Berry, chewed it twice and swallowed it. As he walked to the side, he quickly bit off the third one. The southern girl looked at me as if to wrap it up, chasing me and shouting: You keep the fourth one for me, you greedy cat, and give me the fifth one.
Everyone is happily chasing and fighting, and Zhao Lin Park has become a sea of joy.
The most exciting thing is to sit on the sleigh and slide down from the high ice slide, watching others slide and having fun. The girls want to play, but dare not. Boys and girlfriends hug each other tightly! ....... slipped. The southern girl gave me another look, and I said, don't be modest, you go first.
The following male students shouted with her girlfriend, Come on, it's so exciting and fun. The southern girl hesitated and gave me another look. I said, if you don't dare to slide, take the stairs.
The southern girl was sitting on the sledge, and the administrator pushed her gently behind her. The sledge she was sitting on slipped into the slide, only to hear her change a few keys all the way! ............ slipped and fell.
I also slipped down and saw my male classmate's girlfriend comforting the frightened southern girl. The girlfriend of a male classmate saw me coming down and blamed me, saying, how did you let her slide down alone? Male students are also very angry and say, you idiot. I said innocently, I tell you, if you dare not skate, go down from where you came from.
The male classmate and his girlfriend exchanged glances and said to me and the southern girl, how about going to the all-night movie? There will be no class tomorrow and Sunday anyway. I said, I'm not going. If I go, I will sleep. This is a waste of money. You go and I'll go back to school.
The southern girl shook her head and whispered, go, I'll go back to school.
The male classmate held his girlfriend in one hand and pointed at me in the other, saying, I'll leave my hometown to you. If there are any questions, I will ask your children. Two people kissed me and hugged me and left, leaving me and the southern girl in silence.
At this time, snow began to float in the sky, and the temperature was getting lower and lower. The southern girl looked at me and put her hand over her ear. She untied her white wool scarf, put it around my neck and said, why don't you wear a hat? Look, you're freezing.
I said: don't wear it for me, just surround yourself. I'm not cold. I'm used to it Look at the young people here. How many of them wear hats? It's all like this. It's frozen outside.
She tied a scarf on me and said, I made it myself. It is very warm.
She took two steps back, looked at me and said, yeah! Whose handsome boy is this! How handsome you look in this white scarf! Then I giggled.
It's really relaxing to wear a soft, girlish wool scarf.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier. The girl looked up at one snowflake after another and suddenly cried softly, Look! Look! That snowflake, and that one. She ran happily, chasing the flying snowflakes with open hands.
Finally, she caught a piece of white snow in her hand with black leather gloves. She stopped, reached out her other hand and caught another snowflake. Holding her hand gently, she came up to me, held out her right hand and said softly, look, this little one is me. He held out his left hand, looked up and asked softly, do you know whose flower this is? I just smiled and shook my head and asked, who is it? She still smiled sweetly and said, I won't tell you! Then put your hands together, hold them tightly, put them on your lips, close your eyes slightly, and your long eyelashes tremble as if you were making a wish.
The girl opened her eyes, her pure and bright eyes were full of sweetness. She looked at me blankly and turned to chase the falling snowflakes.
In the fairy tale beauty where snowflakes are flying all over the sky, a boy's big hand is holding a girl's hand. The girl looked up at the boy happily and gently and said, your hands are really warm.
The girl looked at the sweetness of the couple holding food, and her eyes were full of envy. She looked back at me and seemed to say casually, it's really cold today! Then stamp your feet and rub your hands.
I said, let's hurry back, and we'll miss the last bus soon. And took off the scarf and handed it to the girl, saying, you'd better surround yourself, I'm frost-proof. The girl didn't answer the scarf and said, you'd better surround yourself. My hands and feet are mainly cold.
I said, then wrap the scarf on your hand. The girl glared at me and said, you are so reluctant to wear this scarf, so throw it away. After that, I hurried out of the park. I chased you with a scarf and said, no, I didn't see you frozen. She looked at the girl who crossed the street and hurried back to school. I shouted: wait a minute, the station! Passing by.
The girl stopped and turned suddenly. I almost hit her. I tripped and almost fell. Seeing my embarrassment, the girl snorted and smiled, grabbed the scarf from my hand and put it on me again, saying, I'd better wrap it up, but don't freeze you. I'm sorry I froze you.
I said: nothing, I am frost-resistant, used to it, and I don't catch a cold easily.
The girl suddenly said excitedly, how about walking back without taking the bus?
I was really angry and thought to myself, this girl really has a problem today. It's really puzzling that she has been frozen outside for a long time in the cold weather and has to walk back.
The girl still looked at me with a smile and said, please, I like walking in the snow in the silent night, especially the sound of walking in the snow.
Looking at her expectant eyes, I had to say: I am mainly afraid that you can't walk. Do you know how far it is from here to our school?
The girl said, how far is it? Twenty-five thousand Li?
I said in a sarcastic tone: almost, you look like a delicate lady.
The girl retorted, I didn't. I'm afraid I won't be frozen, right? Isn't it?
I said jokingly, well, then you go. If I can't walk, don't make me carry you.
The girl said ambitiously, I don't want you to carry it. I hope you don't want my back. Then he gave me a gentle push and said, let's go!
Under the dim street lamp, snowflakes are falling rapidly, which seems to urge people who are in a hurry to step up their steps and return to their warm homes as soon as possible.
There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and neither of us seems to have anything to say. We just walked silently, and the air seemed to solidify. We just heard two people creaking in the snow, and two young and fiery hearts were bursting.
The girl suddenly said, Do you know the story of butterfly lovers?
I said, You know what, Liang Zhu? Become a butterfly!
The girl said, no, no,
I said, no? What is that?
The girl said: Goose!
I said: What? Goose? Who is it? You scold me!
The girl said: No, this is what Zhu Yingtai called Liang Shanbo.
I asked: Oh, what story?
Girl: I won't tell you, silly goose!
Unconsciously, I arrived at the business circle near the university area. The girl stopped in front of the coffee shop in the red house. Looking at the Christmas tree and window with lights still on in front of the door, the girl said, shall we go in and have a cup of coffee?
I looked at the girl who was shivering with cold and kept rubbing her hands and said, well, let's warm up first.
Sitting in the coffee shop are lovers who are lingering or whispering, and there is a soft and soothing saxophone song "Home" by Kailijin in the warm coffee shop.
Outside the window, the snow is still falling, and I feel really warm all over after drinking strong and fragrant coffee.
The girl put her hands on the coffee cup and stared at the floating coffee in the cup, immersed in a kind of beauty.
The girl suddenly said thoughtfully, I will graduate next summer. What's your plan?
Before I could speak, the girl went on to say, My uncle has a large enterprise in Zhuhai. My uncle asked me to go to his company after graduation. My uncle also said: you can let me take a classmate and leave a Zhuhai account. If you want to go, I can talk to my uncle for you.
I said without thinking: thank you, I want to go home and serve my hometown.
Silence.
At this time, Xu Ruyun's "If the Clouds Know" floated in the coffee shop, and the euphemistic and sad song seemed heartbreaking.
The girl looked up with tears in her big bright eyes and said, pedantic! Serve your hometown? I don't know if your hometown wants you to serve! Isn't it greater to serve the motherland than to serve the hometown?
I said: the feelings of the motherland are too grand, but I may be more suitable for my hometown, where there are my relatives and everything I am familiar with.
I don't know when the snow stopped and stars appeared in the vast night sky.
I said to the girl: Is it warmer?
Girl: Well, it's quite warm. It feels so good here.
The girl stood up, sat next to me, kissed my lips gently and leaned her head in my arms.
The two stopped talking, and in this tender time and space, they just snuggled up quietly, listening to each other's heartbeat and blood flow, hoping that time would stay in this beautiful place forever.
Every time it snows, I think of the crystal ice lantern, the string of Sugar-Coated Berry, the creaking sound when stepping on the snow, the warm red house, the quiet southern girl, big eyes and eyelashes, and a small dimple in the sweet smile.