The snow dance, especially the scattered flowers of the goddess, is messy and somewhat chilly. The snow all over the sky makes the world chaotic and romantic. Snowy days are lonely. In the wind, bamboo is idle, and the snow is close to holly, flashing white light. Looking up, the snow is full of eyebrows, and looking down, the flying catkins are full of white. What a piece of snow goose feathers, big flowers and small flowers, ten thousand flowers, snow pressing cold branches low, wind blowing trees. The wind urged the snow to dance away from the cold river, and Wu Peng's boat floated in the snow. The cold river is too cold to enter, and the silence only smells of snow. So Liu Zongyuan wrote the snowy day like this: "There are no birds in the mountains, and all the people are wiped out. Lonely boat coir Weng, the old man fishing cold river-snow. " Prose bar original
This kind of snow is sparse in winter morning and dense at dusk. From sparse to dense, until it becomes bigger and bigger and denser. After a while, the sky was white and everything was covered with white, even the thin branches and narrow bamboo leaves were covered with snow. It will be late when it snows, and there is no business in the market. People were driven into the house by the snow, leaving only tireless snow outside. With the night wind entering people's homes, Western jackdaw in the west has returned to its own home, and even the usual unbridled barking of dogs has become silent. On a white snowy night, only the wind is breathing there. The wilderness is barren, and the snow falls silently at night. It doesn't sound real to hear a dog barking in your ear. Western Western jackdaw, looking for late food, flying over Chai Men, not afraid of people. Chai Men is driving in the wind and coming home on a snowy night.
On a snowy night, leaning against the door to listen to the snow is the leisure of falling snow. Hold your breath and listen. Listen to the singing of flying snow, and listen to the sound of winter seeds breathing in the soil. Xue Rui is a good omen for the year. After waiting all winter, life rose in the snow. The heart is like a seed, waiting in the wind and snow, waiting for spring to sprout.
"There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the quiet stove. It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? " ? Making tea around the stove on a snowy night, waiting for friends to arrive. It's hard to say who is a hero when the snow is gone and the wine is cooked. Snuggle against the fire and listen to the sound of falling snow, holding a bottle around the stove and whispering in the rivers and lakes. Half a cup of warm wine makes people not drunk, and the wine with warm ears is full of beauty and spring breeze. On such a snowy night, I don't talk about classics, regardless of the road. Elegant and leisurely, playing the Zheng deeply. Rereading poetry books with hakodate, indifferent to normal heart. "The spring breeze suddenly passed through the east, and the golden urn and wine formed a microwave." It was snowy and dark, and a group of laymen were grinding thick ink with elegant paintings. Comb your hair like ink, flowing. The old man will laugh when he is around, and his feet are like a crow's play. Take it to the strip to buy copper coins. It is estimated that two or two meters can't be wiped off. How cold it has been since ancient times, Chai Men has no frequent visitors. Father plays winter rhyme in the middle of the night, and red plum dreams of spring on a snowy night.
In recent years, where there is no snow in winter, I will wander in the snow in my dream. Winter without snow is like something missing. I remember that winter was snowy, and I wandered in a mountain called Niuche River in western Hunan. The ravine was flattened by snow, and I couldn't tell where the ridge was and where the valley was. The weather clears up and the world is completely white. Only the smoke from people's roofs can know that there is life here. The snow was frozen by low temperature, and it was desolate everywhere, as if it had come to the polar region. Someone set up a bird net in the snow, and a group of people lay in the snow waiting for the birds to bite. Looking at the young life, I was trapped in it for a few grains of wheat. I wonder if I came for a few grains of wheat? The sun was a little harsh when it came out, but the air was still so clear. It has been many days since the snow and ice melted out of the mountain. When I arrived in Changyi, I saw that people were already preparing for the New Year, and I felt like a lifetime ago. I wonder if I have been to any fairyland in the mountains these days. I was born in the mountains for thousands of years. Since then, cooking wine around the stove on a snowy night in winter has become a memory in my heart, and I will turn it out and taste it from time to time. When it snows, close the door at night, shut the snow out and listen to the sound of snow. If it snows all night, get up in the morning and open the door. The cold and fresh air will make you shiver. There is only silvery white snow in the silvery white world, and people also have a white feeling in their hearts. All unhappiness and flaws are covered with snow, as if the world is so pure and white. The snow outside the window is a masterpiece of nature. The wind is random with the snow, and the cold covers the ice crystals around the crown. Silver seal Wan Ren late crow, Jiangzhou lonely no one.
In the dead of winter, the wind is always tightly wrapped around the runners, leaving you nowhere to hide. When the wind blows for several days, the old people will say that it is snowing again. Sure enough, in that case, when I get up in the morning, the door is blocked by snow and the window can't shine. It is sunny on snowy days. On a snowy morning, the sun came out. The earth is covered with silver, and the icicles hanging on the eaves are ticking with melting snow. Old people and children sit in the sun to enjoy the warmth of this winter and appreciate the whiteness in the sun. The snow is endless, and a group of western Western jackdaw foraging in the snow is like several moving black spots. The sunny day after snow is beautiful.
Snow is a gift from nature. Snowflakes flying, cold branches Qing Xiang. Walking through the snow, the cold plum blossoms in Xun Mei are gorgeous, as if smelling the breath of spring.
When it snows, the earth can already see the figure of spring.
Chapter 2: Fenghua Snowy Night The first snow in 20xx came later than in previous years. The heavy snow came quietly, and the land was vast and white, so beautiful.
The falling snow is light, gentle and romantic. Because of the arrival of snowflakes, the earth has become white and solemn. Perhaps the wind couldn't bear to disturb the tranquility of the snowflake, so it retired. Prose bar original
I walked out of the house on my back and welcomed the beautiful snowflake with open arms. I really wanted to kiss her, but she was too shy to speak, but she melted. I want to hold her in my hand so that she won't be hurt again, but she left silently after a short stay, leaving you with very gentle tears.
God gave the earth a white gift. The white earth is like a blank sheet of paper. You can write the most beautiful words and draw the most beautiful watercolors. Snowflakes all over the sky have swept away all the troubles and sorrows in the world and washed away all your annoyances and regrets. This kind of artistic conception makes you have to rearrange your thoughts and re-examine the whole world.
It is said that plum blossoms are also proud of snow. Looking at the bright color under the snow is the challenge of life to the severe winter. Without the foil of snowflakes, how can plum blossoms be fragrant?
I love snowflakes because of their tenderness and beauty. ...
Chapter 3: Sad fragments are a little tired and warm in the evening breeze. The yellow light of the setting sun caged the blooming trees next to the house. Snow-white petals scattered all over the floor, one by one, how lonely.
It seems that I have been waiting for a long time in this land. I sit on an oblique branch every day and sing that lonely song. Sad notes spread like ripples in the sea. No trace. Prose bar original
I began to remember how beautiful the dream of petal weaving is. White and noble, like a princess's castle in a fairy tale, and like the brightest star in a starry night, flashing with cheerful songs. Wandering every day and having a good time. Who will swing me under the tree, one high and one low, like grandpa's rocking chair? The warm sunshine sprinkled on the leaves, soft music played under the trees, and the long flute began to settle and dissipate. ...
The branches suddenly trembled and woke me up from my dream. The tide has faded, the tired sunset on the horizon has gone away, and the yellow moon has gradually risen. The faint yellow light caged the locust tree beside the house, and the jagged leaves were mottled and swaying. Pieces of snow-white petals fell on my lonely back and floated into the sea.
My sadness, like these white petals, floated into the lonely and cold night. ...
Chapter four: Is it boredom or habit that snowflakes live a cold and repetitive life? Like snowflakes flying in the air, it looks beautiful. Who knows their sadness and God's cold pain!
Tears of disappointment flowed down, and memories, like falling snowflakes, gradually melted the vague past. Inadvertently recalling the dribs and drabs of the past, I have an unspeakable feeling in my heart. I lay on my back by the bed, staring at the dark night outside the window, thinking of the pain of the past, looking for its traces, enjoying the intermittent fragments, and the original happy and sweet days could not even be found in my memory! Prose bar original
Close your eyes, be as quiet as death, sink deeper and deeper in the swamp of pain, but don't want to climb out. Maybe you don't have this ability!
I don't want to think about it anymore. The feeling of pain makes me decadent. No matter what kind of words, I can't describe them. {Pain} I'm really scared. I don't want to get hurt again. {Injury} surrounds me everywhere, and I can't relax myself. It will penetrate my fragile heart at any time. When will it land? Maybe it has landed, but I accidentally abandoned it!
Maybe I am a person who likes the night. Even if I am afraid of the loneliness at night, my heart will not melt in the dark without fingers like snowflakes! cold ...
Chapter 5: When winter goes and spring comes, snow frightens the cold. The sun rises in the east, shines on the earth, and the cold wave is misty. In the cold winter, the snow is flawless and the world is lonely. Severe frost, walking alone in the snowy morning, snowflakes spread thousands of miles, and the world is pure white. Looking at enterprises, fields and criss-crossing buildings, everything is beautiful and flawless under the white package.
Those fallen leaves trembled slightly in the cold wind; Those lost years become bleak in the cold winter. Screw up a section of running water, wait for the beautiful years, leave a mark on the snow, and those romantic nights that are easy to get old are the guests waiting for the Millennium. Prose bar original
The dusty memories remind us of the years, but they are still clear and ignorant. There was a lot of snow when I was a child, and the smile that I couldn't cover was love flying all over the sky. Childhood friends, two small partners, what a wonderful youth, accompanied by a sentence that you are not my lover after all, suddenly, my heart broke into zero like a fallen flower, and I can't do it again.
Thousands of snowflakes are falling, and the cold permeates the sky. People stand in the wind and their hearts can bear it. Fingertips are fleeting, running water is flowing, and silk and bamboo ears are around the heart. Through the dust of the Millennium, Sandy's tearful hands smiled in the cold compress. Suppose the end of the world, the fragrance is full of sleeves and shallow, and the world of mortals returns to the desert.
Winter is coming, and the pace of spring is not far away. Wash away the lead, listen attentively, and the winter scenery is also a beautiful picture, with a different kind of beauty.
My heart is looking forward to the future, the spring breeze is warm, the sun shines high in the sky, and the branches of the courtyard are green. How fuzzy the color of snow is, but it can't hide the arrival of spring. The new year is a new atmosphere and a good style.
Spring is majestic, winter is drifting away, and the loneliness of a season is filled with too much dust. Flowers bloom and fall, the years are quiet, the years fall, the rain falls on the white stone, and the moss is exposed. Birds sing Haruka, plum blossoms dye white snow, and Qiao Hong is surrounded by white. The stamens reveal fragrance and smile. The snow melted, the branches were covered with water drops, and the sunlight penetrated, shining like stars in the blue sky.
The desolation of time is a lonely destination, and some people turn around for ten years. Ten years later, we met in that colorful place. We can only say that you are not the same as before, and I am not the same as before. Meeting and strewn at random only take a moment, but it takes a lifetime, just like this winter has gone and spring has come, which makes people deeply moved.
Snow is freezing, winter has passed, spring has come, pain has passed, and happiness will come soon. Looking forward to, watching, everything is beautiful, everything grows, and the sunshine and dew are all happy movements.
Chapter 6: Winter snow flies, who carves Qionghua Yushu? It's cold and green, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. When the biting cold wind whirled from the black and smooth ice and roared on the straight and bare poplar treetops, a cold shiver came to my heart, and a trace of sadness sank into my heart, almost devouring my hope for winter.
Clouds appear during the day and everything is cold and withered. I feel a little lost under the gray sky. In the cold winter, I always have a gloomy and stiff face. Is my lingering winter dream frozen like this?
Don't die in winter, winter has its own style. "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". Finally, a snowy night completely changed all this. Early in the morning, I woke up from my dream and was surprised to find myself in a dreamland, with crystal snow.
Sighing snow, who can understand winter customs?
Snow-covered, wrapped in white, flying beads splashing jade, the world is the same color. Overnight, I seemed to have a beauty treatment, and everything on the earth suddenly became pure and beautiful, elegant and beautiful, with a myriad of charm, and a fresh and elegant charm came to me like a reborn. I really want to, really want to open my arms and take this clean and clear world into my arms.
Surprise me, shock me. A wisp of thoughts turned into white smoke and danced in the air. Looking from a distance, you can see "thousands of bamboo shoots and stones, thousands of jade and thousands of trees in Wan Yun"; Looking around, I saw "the bead curtain spinning on the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost". Everything in the world came to plain clothes like a fairy, fresh and refined, with unique charm.
Snowflakes are flying, and many beautiful flowers bloom in an instant. It is "the sky is far away and the mountains are white, and the plum blossoms and willow flowers are indistinguishable." In a flash, I fell in love with this beautiful glass world, and my throbbing heart began to flow with deep poetry, and my feelings for winter also quietly germinated.
Appreciation means that winter customs are numerous.
"Snow is what it is, salt is what it looks like in the air, but catkins are not what it is, because there is wind." The earth is frozen, the chill attacks people, and snowflakes are flying in the sky, like all kinds of elves, breaking the dreariness and silence of winter, and the scenery solidified by cold suddenly becomes vibrant and spiritual.
Ah! The spirit of winter, the soul of ice and snow. Flying snow, dancing out a simple but elegant, clean silver world, let people throw away the dreariness and depression since winter. The north wind blew all night, and when the door opened, the snow was still floating. A jade-colored Gankun jumped into the eye, and a world of ice and snow suddenly came to the world.
"I don't know if the court collapsed today, but I suspect that Hualin opened the court yesterday." In the ice and snow, let the flying snowflakes fall on the hair and clothes, holding a handful of snow and playing carefully, completely forgetting that the hands are red with cold. Or taste the elegant rhyme of "who cut millions of piles of snow on the ground into this smallpox", or feel the emotional appeal of "six flying flowers come into the house and sit and watch the bamboo turn into lovely branches", taste it, enjoy it, and have a unique charm in your heart.
Appreciation means that winter customs are numerous.
In winter, a snowstorm, ten thousand kinds of customs, pink makeup and jade, is exciting. "Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow, which is both strange and beautiful." The vast snow, mud claws, and a few crooked footprints lead to the sky.
Walking in the snow in Xun Mei is a pleasure, so elegant and comfortable. In the book A Dream of Red Mansions, the scene of "Red Plum in the Glass World" often appears in dreams. Several strains of red plum in the Jade Palace in the snow are "like rouge, reflecting snow color and extraordinary spirit", as if they were there, with endless aftertaste. Yes, stepping on the snow in Xun Mei, you are looking for elegance and a state of mind.
In winter, snowflakes are flying, who carves the Qionghua Yushu?
Looking out of the window, everything on the earth looks like a woman in a white wedding dress, charming, quiet and moving. Sigh the uncanny workmanship, praise the mysterious and changeable nature, who re-carved the world, carved the beauty, carved the magic, and carved this dreamlike Qionghua Yushu.
Snowflakes are all over the sky and the scenery is boundless. "The snow outside the curtain is beginning to float, and the fragrance is still burning." There are countless beautiful scenery and customs. Not to mention the pleasure of sitting on the stove with a glass of wine and enjoying the snow, and the poetic meaning of "a boat with a leaf, a bamboo coat and an old man fishing in the cold river-snow", you are intoxicated just by walking on the thick snow and listening to the "creaking" sound of stepping on it.
Three million Yulong was defeated and broken bones were flying all over the sky. Looking up at the sky, snowflakes are fluttering, like cotton wool, like goose feathers, and my thoughts can't stop flying. Suddenly I remembered the passage "The Temple of Snow Mountain in the Forest". The description of the snow scene is meticulous and vivid, especially vivid. Looking at the snow scene in front of me, I can't help but sigh: "It's snowing heavily!"
Wind and snow dance. "The clouds are low and the snow dance is empty." The silver world is clean and clear, revealing some mystery and silence. On that snowy night, I dreamed that I became a shining snowflake, and I dreamed that I melted into the snow.
Winter snow flies, who carves Qionghua Yushu?
Chapter 7: A snowy day is another snowy day. A person sits by the window, quietly watching the falling snow outside the window, and his thoughts drift back to his memory with the snow. ...
I remember that in the winter of the first year of high school, the weather was extremely cold. Although there are two stoves in the classroom, if the students on duty don't make the stoves very prosperous, they will lose consciousness after several classes in a row. The classroom is still good, at least there is a fire and there are many people. After class, I run, jump and play, so I don't feel too cold. The hardest thing is to go back to the dormitory after school and wait for the stove to burn. People have gone to bed with a cold. In fact, the bed is just as cold. In most cases, I get into the quilt without taking off my clothes, and the whole person is curled up in the quilt. I miss the hot kang at home and my parents! It is better when it doesn't snow, and it is colder when it snows. We simply wrapped the quilt tightly and waited until the bell for early self-study rang before turning over from the bed and running in and out of the classroom. I also forgot to eat the steamed bread and pickles I brought home. ...
One morning, just after the second class, I was about to squeeze into the fire to keep warm. My deskmate said someone was looking for me outside. "Who is looking for me in such a cold day?" With this in mind, I reluctantly walked out of the classroom. I don't know when it began to snow outside, and the ground was all white.
It turned out that my mother was standing in the snow outside the classroom. Her head and body are covered with snow, and her two big bags are all white. From the footprints in the snow, we can know that mother has been waiting for a long time. "Mom, why are you here? Are you in poor health on such a cold day? " Looking at my mother who has been surrounded by the wind, I feel a little distressed. My mother greeted me as usual. Although her face was red with cold, she gave me a smile. My mother handed me the wrapping and said, "It's very cold this winter, and it often snows. Your father asked me to bring you his dog skin mattress. It won't be too cold for you to sleep in the bed. " Your cotton-padded clothes are too thin and your cotton-padded shoes are old. I made you new ones, as well as steamed stuffed buns and vegetables, all in the bag. Originally, your father was going to come, but recently his leg hurts again. All right, forget it. It's time for you to go to class. I'm leaving. You should study hard. "I looked at my mother shivering in the snow, listened to her words and stood in the snow with two big bags my mother gave me. I don't know what to say at the moment. Mother patted the snowflakes on her body. I just came to my senses when I left. I quickly said, "mom, please slow down and be careful to slip." Ask my father to pay more attention to his legs when he gets home. " "I see, hurry back to the classroom, I have to go. "I wanted to say something, but I didn't say it at the moment. My mother waved goodbye in the snow. She is always busy and eager to talk. I know there is still a lot of work waiting for her at home. My mother has gone, leaving only my back, and slowly my mother's back has disappeared into the snow. The two big bags in my hand seem heavy. They seem to contain something hotter and warmer than leather mattresses and cotton shoes. They are better and more advanced than steamed bread and pickles. That is my parents' heart and their hope. My mother's words echoed in my ears in the snow, and my mother's back added a beautiful scenery to this beautiful snow scene. ...
That night, my father's dog skin mattress was covered under it, and my mother's new cotton-padded clothes were pressed on it. I fell asleep soon. In my dream, I came home and slept on the hot kang at home. ...
Thinking about watching, my mother seems to appear in the snow scene outside the window, and the beautiful snow scenes are presented in front of me. ...
Snowy days are days of homesickness.
Chapter 8: Standing in the winter wind, I feel the solemnity of winter. From a distance, the branches and leaves are sparse, and the birds stand quietly on the branches, counting the fleeting years in the winter scenery. Only a few small pieces of sunshine scattered around, as if a lonely heart with a little gorgeous color, leaving my thoughts far away.
Flowers bloom and fall, and there are several winters. Looking forward to the endless snow dance season, I really want to cook with you on a snowy night, giving a snow rhyme lurking in the depths of my memory and listening to the rhythmic shallow songs of crystal snowflakes. .....
Push open the skylight of dreams, listen to the snow leisurely, listen to the white heart of snow falling in front of the window, listen to the sigh of snow gently, listen to the warm sound of snow falling on the ground, just like listening to the sound of flowers, pieces of snow dance lightly, with a smile and fragrance.
White flying feathers, white snow robe on the skin of the world in winter. Looking around, a snowflake, through the traces of winter, sings and dances lightly and burns heartily, with 10,000 kinds of tenderness in the crystal heart and all kinds of thoughts, Ying Ying blooms in the heart like snow.
The world of mortals is snowing, and the snow reflects the cold winter. I wonder whose forehead this flying elf is hanging on. Whose idea was it?
The snow is still floating, and the drunken night conveys my overflowing thoughts and walks in a poetic dream.