The willows on the roadside are covered with thick frost flowers, hairy and shiny, like a crystal clear Yushu, with willow branches hanging down like a mini version of a pure white feather duster. With a flick of a finger, the frost flowers all over the sky fell like jade, racing against the silver clouds and spreading.
Walking on the wooden plank road by the river, you can enjoy the "silver chrysanthemums" in winter-the wormwood growing by the river, which gives birth to furry fluff and suddenly "grinds ice into soil and grinds jade into a basin", which is the silver chrysanthemums blooming in the snow. It's just that this chrysanthemum is more crystal clear in the ice and snow, and it has the nature of cold ling blooming.
It is said that the snow after the Spring Festival is the truest confession in winter and the deepest attachment to time. The rime after the snow is the best gift for us this winter.
Look at the people in the square, wearing colorful clothes and hats, flying high, recording this beautiful moment with cameras. A group of children are making snowmen and having snowball fights in the snow, running and laughing happily, so carefree. Bursts of laughter are like flames, beating with enthusiasm in the snow and ice!
An old elm tree, with white hair and beard and graceful clothes, seems to be an immortal of Taoism, standing in the vast world. The little tree next to him is his disciple. Listen carefully and enjoy it.
The sky is so blue, it is very clean after filtering. A breath of pure air conditioning makes people more relaxed. In other words, it was originally a fairyland.
According to the book, rime is the water vapor evaporated from the river above zero, and it condenses on the wicker pine needles when it meets the temperature of MINUS ten degrees or even dozens of degrees. I don't like this explanation, which is blunt, cold, unimaginative and unreasonable.
I prefer to believe that she is a dust-free spirit, falling from the sky, or drilling out from the depths of the earth and the heart of a tree. She is a living life, she is casual and mysterious, and has her own personality. Only a clean and pure soul can grow a clean and spiritual rime.
When I was a child, when I was crawling in the ice and snow, frost flowers often jumped on my eyelashes quietly or grew on my unkempt hair quietly. I think my heart should be clean, or purified by that clean atmosphere, so at that moment, I can grow a clean, simple and spiritual rime from my heart like the sky, the earth and the vegetation.
The rime of this tree is like flowers planted by years, one after another in the cold winter. Put a flower in the palm of your hand and remember the crystal in your hand. Xue Xiaochan said that the word "surprised" was really wonderful when it was snowed. Those white ice crystals come and go spontaneously, just like our willfulness in time.
When yesterday's worry turned into today's peace, in the dull time, I smiled and looked back at my footprints, deep and shallow, practical and satisfied. In the long years, who is not like one of thousands of frost flowers, has a pure initial heart, and strives to live as a person cared for by time.
The sun rises gradually, and sometimes white ice crystals falling from the sky and trees will fall into the neck, which is very cool. Occasionally, flying sparrows will wake up the frost flowers on the willow branches and itch. Even the oncoming wind, like a gentle hand, wants to push people into the depths of time, soft.
A river is cold, and flowers are condensed on both sides. Laoqu and I walked all the way along the Songhua River, and before we knew it, it was white.