The sound of falling snow is not the sound of raindrops, not the lingering of "Didi", not the strong wind, not the rudeness of "Hula", nor the thunder and lightning rumbling overhead, which is frightening.
The sound of falling snow is the ethereal touch of poetry, the graceful flowers, or the heartbeat of amazing time.
Listening to snow is an ethereal poetry.
When it snows, the vast white land is really clean, and there is no one, only the cold river, dead branches, north wind and plum blossoms. Everything around seems to be extremely quiet.
However, if you listen carefully, you will find a wonderful sound lingering in the air. You don't know where it comes from, but it is everywhere.
That voice, ethereal, ethereal and poetic, comes to your mind at a certain moment.
That sound belongs only to snow. Because that ethereal poetry can only be heard when you are completely calm down. Only when you are quiet to the minimum can you feel this clear sound. At this time, there is no sound, but it overcomes all ordinary sounds. That poem is the freedom of an empty mountain without flowers and water.
Listening to snow is a wonderful flower.
I like winter best. Rain, fog and snow, I like snow best.
I have always thought that snow is the most magical landscape. Almost every year in the coldest time, it will come on time, like an appointment to go to another life. Sometimes they are in groups, sometimes in twos and threes, cold and faint, like a playful and clever girl, sometimes intoxicated in the flowers, and sometimes lingering in the depths of the lotus ... Snow is a flower that Xuan Nv has no intention of shaking off for nine days, so it is so refined and so beautiful.
When snowflakes fall from the sky, you can hear the sound of flowers blooming. In this voice, it is the joy of reunion after a long separation, the return of old friends who have traveled all over Qian Shan, and our destiny takes a hand meeting, neither too early nor too late. As long as you come, as long as I am here, that's enough.
Listening to the snow is an amazing heartbeat.
Listen to the snow alone, will you be lonely? number
Because as long as you like, a person listening to snow is not lonely, not lonely, but looking for the beauty of the past in begonia flowers. During this journey, you went upstream alone, crossed those dusty moments, brushed away the heavily buried clouds, and heard the heartbeat of amazing time again in the depths of dim lights and cloudy moonlight.
Snow, white, is also vast to the extreme.
In this extreme zone, you are boating alone in the fleeting years. You sit alone at the end of time, and the world is quiet. You seem to be back to the moment when Pangu first made the world. That Qingming makes you happy, makes your heart beat, and even makes your heart beat faster. Because, the spring breeze boy in your heart has returned to your heart, and he is coming to you with a smile. He is still his clear eyes in memory, such as the bright moon, which is particularly charming in this snowy night.
Listening to snow is actually a heart, a feeling, and the most elegant of the gossip of Yuqiao.
Listening to the snow and the emptiness of time. Listen to the snow and the silence after a thousand years of glitz.
Life needs a time to listen to the snow alone, because, no matter what time, life must have a time to return to calm. On the way to chase, there is sunshine, strong wind and heavy rain, and snow is inevitable. Only when you get through those difficult times alone can you really see the brilliance and brilliance of the clouds and the moon.
I remember five years ago, I went to the West Lake with my friends. It was cold that day. We walked on the "Broken Bridge Snow", one of the ten scenic spots in the West Lake, thinking that it would be perfect if there was a flying snow at this moment. I don't know if it's our devotion to snow or a destined surprise. Before long, snowflakes really floated in the sky, and crystal clear snowflakes fell from the sky, making us both dreamlike.
At that moment, I understood the meaning of his sentence. Only when you have seen the West Lake in the snow can you really appreciate its beautiful scenery. At that moment, I looked at the West Lake in the snow, as if it were not on earth, and I didn't know what dusk it was, so I had the illusion of no regrets in life.
The sound of falling snow is wonderful. When I close my eyes, I still seem to feel the miracle and my own heartbeat, which has been beating in the past days.
Listen to the snow, alone, to a thousand footpaths without footprints, to the beauty of a hundred mountains without birds, to the quiet colorful flowers under the snow, and to the sixteen beats among the flowers. ...
Listening to the snow, I originally listened to the life after the wind and smoke were clean, and it was an empty but ubiquitous Zen.
About the author: Xiaoxiang Chen Qing, a member of China Poetry Society, a member of Henan Young Writers Association, a member of Jinhua Network Writers Association, a member of Zhejiang Guqin Art Professional Committee for nearly 10 years, and a winner of10.9 million explosion Qingyun plan. Taking guqin and writing as the Dojo of this life, readers praised his writing as "as arrogant as plum and addictive to read". He has published a collection of novels, a collection of poems with signatures, a book on reading the most beautiful book of songs, a novel by Gu Yan and many other works. He was invited to give lectures on story creation for students in the university founded by Ma Yun and Yungu Junior High School, and received rave reviews!