The winter in each place is different. Let’s enjoy some beautiful articles about winter by famous writers. I hope it can help you! 1. Winter in Jinan
For people like me who are used to living in Peiping, it would be a miracle if there is no wind in winter; there is no wind in Jinan in winter. For someone like me who has just returned from London, it seems strange to be able to see the sun in winter; winter in Jinan is sunny. Of course, in tropical places, the sun is always so poisonous, and the loud weather is a bit scary. However, in the winter in northern China, Jinan is really a treasure for having warm and sunny weather.
Assuming there was sunshine alone, it would not be a surprise. Please close your eyes and think: an old city, with mountains and water, all basking in the sun, sleeping warm and comfortable, just waiting for the spring breeze to wake them up, is this an ideal state? The hills completely surround Jinan, with only a small gap missing on the north side. This circle of hills is particularly cute in winter. It seems to put Jinan in a small cradle. They quietly and quietly say: "Don't worry, it will be warm here." Really, people in Jinan are very cute in winter. With a smile on his face. As soon as they looked at those hills, they felt that they had a place to rely on. When they saw the mountains from the sky, they unknowingly thought: "Maybe it will be spring tomorrow? With such warmth, maybe the grass will turn green tonight?" Even if this fantasy cannot be realized for a while, they do not Worry, because with such a charitable winter, why would you want anything else!
The best thing is a little snow. Look, the dwarf pine trees on the mountain are getting darker and darker, with a bun of white flowers on the top of the tree, like a Japanese nanny. The top of the mountain is all white, giving the blue sky a silver edge. On the hillside, the snow is thicker in some places, and the grass is still exposed in some places; in this way, one part is white and the other is dark yellow, giving the mountains a floral dress with water patterns; look at it, this floral dress It seems to be blown by the wind, making you wish to see a little more beautiful mountain skin. When it was almost sunset, the yellowish sunshine slanted on the mountainside, and the thin snow seemed to be shy suddenly, revealing a little pink. It’s just a light snowfall, Jinan can’t stand heavy snowfall, those hills are so delicate!
Ancient Jinan was so narrow inside the city and so spacious outside. There were some small villages lying on the hillside, and there was some snow on the roofs of the small villages. Yes, this is an ink painting by Zhang Xiao, maybe from the Tang Dynasty. It must have been painted by a famous hand from that era.
As for the water, not only does it not freeze, but it steams a little on the green algae. The algae is so green, and all the green accumulated all year round is used. The clearer the sky, the greener the algae. With this green spirit, the water cannot bear to freeze, and those long-branched weeping willows still have to cast a shadow in the water! Look, slowly look up from the clear river water. The air, mid-air, and sky, from top to bottom, are all so clear and blue, and the whole thing is an ethereal blue crystal. This crystal is covered with red roofs, yellow grass mountains, and small gray tree shadows like small clusters of flowers on the carpet; this is Jinan in winter. 2. Snow in winter
Some people say that the scenery in winter is desolate and desolate, and the scenery in winter is like ice formed by dripping water. Some people say that in winter there is only withered vegetation and no scenery. Others say that only the dancing snowflakes are the most beautiful thing in winter. landscape.
The snowflakes of the winter circled gracefully, leaving no trace and no boundaries. If it is a sacred object, it will not be easily stained with dirt. Even if it falls, it will fall to the ground.
Looking at the sky in the painting, the falling snowflakes are actually the most beautiful encounters in the world. Beautiful snowflakes are the most romantic gift throughout the winter. Its arrival adds vitality and vitality to winter. The gloomy winter comes out of the depression and becomes beautiful and fresh. After the cold wind has destroyed everything, the earth is covered with white silver, and it seems to be completely reborn. Finally, it was as quiet as a sleeping baby, wrapped in swaddling clothes. The temperature will be even colder at this time, but people's hearts are full of beautiful dreams and infinite reverie, and the bright sunshine is not far away.
Everything is in a state of rest and recovery in winter. In "Frost", the earth is completely white, the sky is gray, and trees and houses are looming in the ice and snow. The painter uses the language of painting to present the characteristics of winter to the viewer, making the viewer feel as if they are actually there. The color of the sky is slightly darker than that of the earth and scenery, forming a contrast and highlighting the coldness; the dead branches further sublimate the natural scene, making the artistic vocabulary more condensed and pure, achieving the artistic conception the painter wants to express.
In this silent cold winter, the painter is telling the viewer an eternal philosophy with quiet colors: without the nurturing of winter's silence, there would be no beauty of spring flowers. , this is the most profound and simple true meaning of winter. 3. Winter in West Lake, Hangzhou
Speaking of winter, tofu suddenly comes to mind. It's a "small foreign pot" (aluminum pot) boiled tofu, piping hot. The water is rolling, like many fish eyes, with small pieces of tofu inside, tender and smooth, like a white fox coat worn inside out. The pot was on a "foreign stove" (a stove without kerosene), and the stove and the stove were both smoked black, making the tofu even more white. It was night, and the house was old. Even though the "foreign lanterns" were lit, it was still dark. Sitting around the table were my father and our three brothers.
The "yang stove" was too high, and my father often had to stand up, tilt his face slightly, squinting his eyes, put his chopsticks into the hot air, pick up the tofu, and put them one by one on our soy sauce dishes. We sometimes do it ourselves, but the stove is too high, so we still enjoy the benefits. This is not just eating and playing. Father said it was cold at night and everyone would be warmer after eating. We all like this kind of white water tofu; as soon as it is served, we look at the pot eagerly, waiting for the heat, waiting for the tofu to fall from my father's chopsticks in the heat.
It’s winter again, remember it’s the night of November 16th in the lunar calendar. I was riding a small boat in the West Lake with Mr. S. Mr. S had just arrived in Hangzhou to teach. He wrote in advance and said: "We are going to visit the West Lake, no matter it is winter." The moonlight was so beautiful that night; it still seems to shine on me when I think about it. . It turned out that the night before was "the first of the moon"; maybe the moon in November is really special. It was past nine o'clock and we seemed to be the only boat on the lake. There was a bit of wind, and the moonlight shone on the soft water ripples; the glimmer of light reflected in it was like newly-laid silver. There are only faint shadows of the mountains on the lake. Occasionally there are one or two lights under the mountain. S Junkou wrote two poems: "The fishing village can be recognized by the lights of a few stars, and the faint traces of black ink are lightly traced in the distance." None of us spoke much, only the steady sound of oars. I gradually fell asleep. Mr. P said "hello" before raising his eyelids and saw him smiling. The boatman asked if he wanted to go to Jingci Temple; it was Amitabha's birthday and it was quite lively there. When we arrived at the temple, the hall was brightly lit with candles and filled with the sounds of Buddha chanting Buddha's name. It was like waking up from a dream. This was more than ten years ago. Mr. S still corresponds with me frequently. I heard that Mr. P has changed several times. The year before last, he was in a special taxation bureau to collect special taxes. There has been no news since then.
I spent a winter in Taizhou, a family of four. Taizhou is a mountain city, which can be said to be in a large valley. There is only one main street two miles long. On other roads, there were hardly any people during the day; it was pitch black at night. Occasionally, a little light shines through people's windows, and there are torches held by walking people, but it's very rare. We live at the foot of the mountain. Some are the sound of wind in the pine forest on the mountain and the shadows of one or two birds in the sky. The end of summer arrives there, and the beginning of spring leaves, but it seems like we are always living in winter; but even if it is really winter, it is not cold. We live upstairs, and the study faces the road. If someone talks on the road, we can hear it clearly. But because there were so few people walking, the occasional voice sounded like it was brought by the distant wind, not outside the window. We are outsiders. Except when we go to school, we often just sit at home. My wife is used to being lonely, and she only stays with us men. Although it is always winter outside, it is always spring at home. One time I went to the street and when I came back, the large square window of the kitchen downstairs was open, and there were three of them, mother and son, side by side; all three faces looked at me with innocent smiles. It seems that Taizhou is empty except for the four of us; the sky and the earth are empty but there are only four of us. It was the 10th year of the Republic of China, and my wife had just come out of home, feeling very comfortable. It has been almost four years since she died, but I still remember her smile.
No matter how cold, windy or snowy, thinking of these always makes my heart warm. 4. Winter in Baima Lake, Shaoxing
In my career of more than 40 years, the most profound taste of winter occurred when I moved to Baima Lake ten years ago. In the past ten years, Baima Lake has become a small village. When I moved there, it was still a wilderness. The new building of Chunhui Middle School stands majestically on that side of the lake. At the foot of the mountain on this side of the lake are several small new bungalows, where Liu Junxinru and I live. Besides, there is no human habitation within two or three miles. —The family moved from lively Hangzhou to this desolate mountain wilderness in late November of the lunar calendar, as if they had plunged into the extreme zone.
The wind there is almost there every day, whistling like a tiger roaring. Although the house was newly built, its structure was extremely rough. The wind came through the cracks in the doors and windows, which were extremely sharp. Even though the cracks in the doors and windows were thickly papered, they still penetrated through the cracks. When the wind blows badly, the door is closed before midnight. After dinner, the whole family falls asleep under the quilt and listens to the howling of the cold wind and the surging of the lake. The small rear pavilion at the back of the mountain can be regarded as my study. It is the least windy room in the whole house. I often pull my borscht hat low on my head and work under the foreign lamp until late at night. The pines are roaring, the frosty moon is in the window, and the hungry rats are scurrying on the dust. At such times, I feel deeply bleak and poetic, and I often scratch the ashes alone, refusing to go to bed, imagining myself like characters in landscape paintings, and having all kinds of ethereal reveries. Now there are trees everywhere in Baima Lake. At that time, not a single tree was planted. The moon and the sun are both whole, shining from the time you go up the mountain to the time you go down the mountain. When the sun is nice and the wind isn't blowing, it's really not as warm as winter. The whole family sat in the courtyard to enjoy the sun, and even had lunch outside. Like a summer dinner. Wherever the sun shines, they move their chairs and stools. Suddenly a cold wind comes, so they have to flee into the room with their chairs and stools, and close the door in a hurry. On a normal day, the wind comes probably in the late afternoon and then stops in the middle of the night. As for the strong wind and cold, it roared all day and night and took two or three days to stop. During the coldest days, the muddy ground looked as pale as cement, the mountains turned purple and dull due to the cold, and the lake waves turned dark blue.
I don’t hate snowy plains. On snowy days, the indoors are extremely bright, and there is almost no need to light a lamp at night. The snow in the distant mountains is enough for viewing for half a month, and you can see it from the window if you raise your head. But after all, in the south, it only snows once or twice every winter. Almost all the winter flavor I experience there comes from the wind. It can be said that the reason why Baima Lake is windy is geographical.
The lake is surrounded by mountains, but at the north end there is a gap half a mile wide, as if the mouth of the bag was deliberately opened to welcome the wind. The landscape of Baima Lake is not far from that of ordinary scenery, but the wind is different from other places. Everyone who has been there knows how windy and strong it is. Wind has played an important role in the feeling of winter since ancient times. The wind in Baima Lake is particularly special.
Now, the family has been living in Shanghai for many days. Occasionally, when they hear the wind in the dead of night, everyone will mention Baima Lake and say, "I don’t know how bad the wind will blow at Baima Lake tonight!" 5. Story of Hulan River
When the weather gets colder:
The water tank is cracked by the freeze;
The well is frozen;
On a stormy night, people's houses were sealed up. After sleeping all night, when they got up in the morning, when they pushed the door open, they couldn't open it.
As soon as the cold season arrived on the earth, everything changed. The sky was gray, as if after a strong wind, it took on a chaotic atmosphere, and snow was flying all day long. People walked quickly, and the breath from their mouths seemed to be smoking when it was severely cold. Seven horses pulled a cart, running one after another in the wilderness, lighting lanterns, swinging big whips, and three stars hung in the sky. After running two miles, the horse was sweating. As we continued running, this group of people was actually steaming hot in the ice and snow. It wasn't until the sun came up and they entered the lodge that the horses stopped sweating. But as soon as the sweating stopped, the horse's hair immediately became frosted. 6. Winter Whispers
Whenever winter comes, you can truly touch the years. Year is the dividing line between winter and winter. With this division, I felt that the years were getting shorter day by day, until there was not much left! After the New Year, suddenly there are a lot of days again, and I have become a rich man of time. Suddenly, I really have a lot to do.
Years are measured in time. So where is the time? On the clock, on the calendar, or walking in the sunshine in front of the window?
Window is the most charming frame of the house. Seasons change the scenery in the frame. On those days when winter is the strongest, the heat in the room and the sunshine outside the window work together to melt the ice and snow on the frozen glass; it always melts from the middle first and spreads to all sides. Through this wonderful ice cave, I discovered that the world in severe winter is the brightest. Just like the midsummer of human youth, there are always shadows, green but dark. How had the grove ever been so bright? I suddenly developed a respect for the concept of the elderly. Only by reading all of life and removing the leaves of the years of life can you be as clear as the grove in front of you. Only with this complete understanding can we have this boundless peace. Peace is not a peaceful sleep, but a broad and abundant self-enjoyment. In this world, only the self-enjoyment owned by the creator is the real happiness in life. 7. Winter in Beijing
Speaking of winter, I shudder.
I grew up in Peking. It’s so cold in Peiping in winter. Soon after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the family was busy preparing for the winter and making "winter defense". A fire will be lit in the house on the first day of the tenth lunar month, and briquettes, hard coal, and firewood must be prepared early. Shaking briquettes is a big event. A string of camels carries bags of briquettes to the door of the house. The coal briquettes are carried into the door and dumped in the east yard, forming a high pile. Then, waiting for a sunny day, three or five sootmen came with a sieve, a rake, a shovel, and a two-claw hook. They had a piece of cloth wrapped around their heads and a short, thick dry pipe inserted into the cloth around their waists. The skill of coal blackball shaking coal briquettes is really unambiguous. The coal dust was spread on the ground, making a hole in the middle for pouring water, adding the loess prepared in advance, and the two big men started stirring. After mixing, spread the mud-like coal powder on the open ground to make it look like a large cake. Use a shovel to pat it flat and smooth, about one foot square. At this time, Soong Heizi was already sweating profusely, with streaks of black sweat dripping down his face. It was time to sit down and have a rest and smoke. After resting, when the coal powder is slightly dry and solid, use a shovel to cut it horizontally and vertically into small cubes, as smartly as a chef cutting vegetables and radishes. Then he sat down, turned a small flower pot upside down on the ground, put the sieve on the flower pot, and another person shoveled the coal into cubes into the sieve, and began to shake it, just like shaking the Lantern Festival, slowly shaking the cubes Into briquettes. Then spread it on the ground to dry. Shake one sieve after another, dry one sieve after another. It’s such hard work, and the children are watching and find it very interesting.
In case the weather changes and rain is about to come, the coal blackheads have to rush to clean up, gather them together, and cover them with something, otherwise the coal will be washed away by the rain and all the previous efforts will be wasted. He was happy to do all this, as long as he could make more wine money. When it is completely dried, he will come back to collect the coal before it is complete. See you next year.
Soo Heizi is really suffering, and it seems that no one has much sympathy. From sunrise to sunset, on his tired way home, he met a few naughty wild children. He couldn't help but hear the children singing songs and laughing at him:
Soo Heizi,
Abacus,
I saw your mother washing her feet!
I was young at that time, and it took me a long time to understand why washing feet was not allowed to be seen.
Coal briquettes are used for large kitchen stoves and small white stoves everywhere. Even the poorest families have to reserve them in advance. Of course, families with "foreign stoves" should also store large pieces of red coal and white coal, which also need to be smashed before they can be used, which also requires a lot of labor. Friends from the south feel strange when they see every household in Peiping busy with "winter defense". They don't know how severe the winter in Peiping is.
The north wind was cold all night, and heavy snow fell one after another. The scenery was worth seeing. But there are a few people who have the blessing of being able to sing snow as calmly as Ms. Xie Daoyun. Everyone was shrunk by the harsh wind, and each was busy doing his or her own thing. When I was a kid, I went to school and the schoolbag I carried wasn't too heavy. It was just that it was very troublesome to carry the ink cartridges. I had to hold them smoothly and steadily, otherwise the ink would spill out, which would be unthinkable. Some days I have to carry a blue ink bottle with English writing on it, which is even more annoying. If you reach out to carry the ink cartridge and ink bottle, your hands will freeze. Gloves are useless. My eldest sister made me two nets with velvet ropes, one to hold the ink cartridge and the other to hold the ink bottle. She also made me a pair of cotton muffs. I put both hands into the muff and held the cotton muff stuffed through a small hole. The mesh rope allows you to carry the ink cartridge and ink bottle without exposing your hands. Despite this, my finger joints were still red, swollen and itchy from the cold. Frostbite on the heels is even more common. Before going to bed, my mother prepared hot water for us to warm our feet, and then got into bed. Only then did we feel that there was still warmth in the day.
Isn’t the winter scenery in Peking beautiful? Not really. Early in the morning, there are often a few crows landing on the branches on the top of the elm tree, croaking non-stop, what a picture of an ancient jackdaw! But there are far less crows than there are in Xi'an. There seem to be a lot of magpies in Peiping. They are chirping on the eaves and ridges, and their tails are very beautiful. Some people say that they are here to bring good news. I don't know where the good news comes from. There are a lot of sparrows, but they have their feathers raised like raincoats and are jumping around on the ground looking for food, looking pitiful. I don't know who is releasing pigeons, and a group of pigeons flies through the air, circling and circling, white feathers lining the blue sky, and whistles blowing. I don’t know which family is flying the kite, sand geese, butterflies, dragons and fish, and there are gongs and drums on the string bow. The middle of winter is also dotted with some fun.
Celebrating the New Year is the climax of winter life. Every family puts up Spring Festival couplets, sets off firecrackers, cooks dumplings, and welcomes the God of Wealth. In fact, it is the season for children to revel, change their clothes, kowtow, visit the factory, and play with a runny nose and a glass trumpet. The five or six-foot-long large candied haws of sugar cane was covered with a layer of dust. The dust and sand in Peiping comes from a large source. It is blown from the Gobi Desert of Mongolia. Dust is everywhere in your neck, in your nostrils, and between your teeth. This is the real sign of winter in Peking. Foolish men and women are busy visiting the Temple of Wealth, Baiyun Temple to meet the gods, and even rushing to Miaofeng Mountain to burn incense. In fact, they are just wallowing in the mud and dust.
Although there are many frivolous people in Peiping, most people wear bulky and bulky cotton robes, cotton trousers, cotton jackets, cotton robes, cotton vests, and cotton chaps in winter. , cotton hood, cotton wool nest, cotton gloves. The exception is those wearing silk cotton. As for those who pull foreign carts, those who carry water, those who dig out dung, those who exchange foreign goods for lamps, those who exchange fat, those who catch empty space, those who play drums... Which one is not wearing thin clothes and shivering in the cold wind? In the winter in Peiping, you can see almost everywhere a desolate and poverty-stricken scene. You don’t need to go to the door of the porridge factory to realize what it means to be hungry and cold. Peiping is a big place. It used to be where the chariot hub was located, and later it was also the most prosperous area. However, it was also a place where "rich people smelled of wine and meat, and there were frozen bones on the roads."
Beiping is cold, but there are actually places that are colder than Peiping. I spent two winters in Shenyang. The double-glazed windows of the house have ice and snow condensing on the outer layer. If a small hole is opened in the inner layer, the air-conditioning will force in. There were layers of ice and snow on the road. I once went to a banquet and fell down twice on the road. Everyone thought it was normal. But it’s not easy to break a leg, and he wears more clothes. An old friend came to see me, but he didn't recognize me face to face because his eyebrows, beard, and hair were all covered in frost! Not a single woman was seen walking on the street. There was a row of crows and other birds perched on the street lamp wires, making no sound, hunched their necks in a daze, too cold to even have the strength to scream. Places farther north, such as Heilongjiang, must be much colder. Peiping is not too cold in comparison.
Winter is really terrible. The poet said: "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" I hope so. 8. Winter in Harbin
Author: Xiao Hong, original title: "Early Winter"
In early winter, I was walking on the cool streets and met my brother.
"Sister Ying, where are you going?"
"Just take a walk!"
"Let's go have a cup of coffee, okay, Ying Sister."
The windows of the coffee shop are covered with pale frost under the curtains. I put the coat with the fur off the collar on the hanger.
We started stirring the cups and the bell rang.
"It's getting cold! And it's too lonely. You'd better go home." The younger brother's eyes were dark black.
I shook my head and said: "How is your school's basketball team doing lately? Is it still active? Are you still very enthusiastic?"
"I throw the basket better. Progress, but it’s a pity that you haven’t come to our court anymore.
It’s not okay for you to be unhappy like this. “
I am still stirring the cup, maybe my mood has been wandering for a long time. Like the sea water off the shore, it will not flip up unless it encounters strong winds. I began to fiddle with my handkerchief. I no longer listen clearly to what my brother says to me, as if I am sinking into a well of profound fantasy.
I don’t remember how I drank the coffee.
When the teaspoon was stirring the empty cup, my brother said: "Let's have another cup!"
The waitress came to our table with her hair flying like laughter, and she shook her head again with loud steps. and walked away.
Perhaps because of the early morning or the cold weather, no one walked into this coffee shop anymore. When my brother looked at me silently, when my thoughts were as calm as glass, I could hear the small hissing sound of the heating pipe in the wall.
"It's cold, it's better to go home. It's useless to be in such an unhappy mood for a long time."
"What!"
"Too bad What good does my mood do to you?"
"Why do you say I am in a bad mood?"
We are all stirring the cup again. A foreigner came in, and the woman with a loud voice and a lot of talk sat close to us. The closer she gets to me, the more I smell the fragrance of her clothes, which makes me feel that she is farther away from me, and also that all mankind is farther away from me. Perhaps her relaxed and happy attitude had nothing to do with me.
When we stir the cup, the cup cannot make as much noise as it did at first. There seemed to be more and more streetcars, and the figures flashing on the windows became more rapid and numerous. Through the window, one could hear hushed laughter and the hushed sound of shoes on the sidewalk.
"Sister Ying," the younger brother's eyes were dark black. "It's getting cold. You can't drift anymore. Go home!" My brother said, "Your hair is so long, why don't you go to the barber shop?" I don't know why I was excited by his words.
Maybe the lights that were about to be extinguished rekindled in my heart, and the heat and light encouraged me: "I don't want to go back to a home like that."
"Drifting like that, Just drifting like this?" The younger brother's eyes were dark black. His cup remained in his left hand, and his other hand was on the table, his palm turned up and open, as if he was groping for something in the space. Finally, he grabbed his scarf. I looked at his trembling lips: "Sister Ying, I'm really worried about you, a slut!" His teeth seemed whiter, bigger, stronger, and full of enthusiasm. Fluctuating with passion, his lips were so discolored. And his whole person is almost madman, yet quiet and completely occupied by passion.
After leaving the coffee shop, we stepped on the thin ice and snow.
In early winter, the red sun in the morning beats our hair. This red light makes me feel euphoric and lonely. The younger brother kept shaking his hat in his hands, his shoulders rose and fell; his heart also rose and fell.
The small sympathizers and the sympathizers left the city.
When we stopped in front of a deserted jujube tree garden, he suddenly extended his thick hand to me. This was our farewell.
"I can't go back to that kind of home. I don't want to be raised by a father who is on opposite ends of the spectrum from me..." "I'm going to school!" He took off my hand and walked towards I turned my back in the opposite direction. But after walking a few steps, he turned back: "Sister Ying, I think you'd better go home!"
"Then do you want money?"
"No. . ”
“So, are you like this? You have lost weight! Your clothes are too thin!” The younger brother’s eyes were dark and full of prayer.
We shook hands again and walked in different directions.
The sun shines brightly on my face. I am still wearing the same clothes as before I met my brother. I am walking aimlessly. The cold wind stings my throat, causing small coughs to break out from time to time.
My brother left me with deep black eyes. How could this not warm my wandering and lonely heart for a moment?