I couldn't wait to freshen up, so I rushed out the door. I don't care if the cold wind fills my clothes. I suddenly got a chill, stood on the road and looked up at the sky. Flying ice flowers are flying all over the sky, as if they were alive, soft and shining between my eyebrows, eyelashes, lips and fingers, full of snowflakes. Snowflakes are cold and cold, falling on my face and melting. Watching snowflakes flying, like a beautiful dance step, falls on my shoulder and covers the earth.
I was stunned by this beautiful sight, and looked at the snowflake and froze. I remember the story I read about snow: quiet and indifferent, like white cherry blossoms flying in the air, Caso and Shi performed a silver-haired brotherhood in the snow; Absolute beauty, Xue, endured a hundred years of cold for her beloved and became a fairy to protect her, and finally sacrificed her beautiful life for it. Perhaps there are many beautiful and moving stories about snow in the world, which are being interpreted. It suddenly occurred to me, will the characters in those books exist in any strange space? Maybe they are looking down at the teenagers who are having a snowball fight now!
Back indoors, I occasionally glanced out of the window. The glass was wet and blurred by the water drops falling along the chaotic track, but I still saw the snowflakes flying outside the window. Suddenly a few words flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help laughing. Inspiration? So we can do this! When the pen tip turned, a few lines of text were left on the paper. After careful consideration, a song "A Wish for Snow and Ice" was thus completed.
Ice flowers/crystal clear/accompanied by whispers/falling in your dry and soft palm/snow/flying all over the sky/I want to tell you/my thoughts/my wishes/you/squinting/listening to the whispers of falling snow/a happy face/that's enough/"as long as you are happy" my only wish/snow melting/your happy warmth/with my wishes.
It snowed all day.
It's getting dark, and the snow seems to be unstoppable. Going outdoors again before going to bed, I found that there were no stars in the sky, but the bright lights on the ground lit up the sky, and the snow-covered ground was particularly crystal clear. The ground is covered with snow and frost, and it makes a slight noise when stepping on it. Those broken reflections slowly fall on my shoulders like butterflies and poplars. I really want to enjoy such beautiful scenery more, but the hands on the clock have pointed to 1 1, so I remind myself to get up early tomorrow!
I hid in the warm bed and remembered the rare snow scene. I can't help laughing like a child. Yes, growing up in the south, how many times can I meet such beautiful scenery? Jiangnan now is not the Jiangnan where it often snows in winter, as my parents said, okay?