Author: fallen flower
Snow in winter is a kind of beauty. The falling snowflakes danced with the wind, and the cold branches smelled of plum blossoms. The sky is white and pedestrians are in a hurry. The wind rolled the eaves of the door, disturbing the dream, and the snow fell on the windowsill.
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 the arrival of friends. 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 Niuchehe 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 it's 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.