Writing essays with Chun Xue (1) finally snowed. How long have you been waiting? I don't remember. The snow in Chun Xue falls gently, and when it falls on the paper, there is a little coolness. Thinking about snow in my heart, I miss it and never forget it.
Amin writer Cheng Yuwen wrote "Hundred Flowers Calendar": In December, wintersweet blooms, flowers bloom, narcissus freezes, plum blossoms bloom, camellia burns and snowflakes bloom.
When I arrived in the early spring of December, there was still no news of snow. No sooner had beginning of spring passed than the heavy snow came. It's here after all. When I woke up in the morning, it was dazzling outside the window. When I opened the curtain, I was instantly hit by the scene before me. The snow in one night is about a palm deep. The sky is still full of cotton wool, the crows in the world are restless, and the powder makeup is wrapped in silver. Someone walked through the snow as if in a silver basin.
The snow is so quiet, so quiet that time and space collapse, the mountains and rivers are silent, and there is no panic. Even the light dust did not move, and time slowed down, one cell, one cell. When the sparrow stepped on the branch, a piece of snow suddenly fell on the branch, and it only "poof". In the falling snow ... there is a long ice hanging on the roof, and there are branches. The red lantern fell on the rouge snow. The balcony is covered with snow like a layer of honey. Draw a "snow" with your finger and smell it. Everything is happy. The girl in red staggered and stood still, raising her head and reaching for the mysterious flowers in the sky. There is one she saw in her dream.
Snow, which belongs to the poems of Tang and Song Dynasties and the landscapes of Song and Ming Dynasties, is soaked in the ancient cold fragrance one after another, slowly unfolding, and suddenly blooms in the branches of time with a "wow". Listening to the snow through the window, if the clear moon reflects the heart of the river, the jade pot spring wine is just right. There is only silence except snow, and there is only snow except silence. The world at the moment is like a blue thread-bound book, turning from page to page, boundless and vast.
Shen Congwen lived in a foreign land, and all was silent. "Both sides of the strait are white and the river is as clear as jade." When you are away, you are worried and like a bean. Is it very lonely? "All the sounds are frozen, only the underwater sound at the bottom of the boat flows gently." "Thousands of snow, purple mountains, sparse forest stretches for three or four miles, and the forest is full of white roofs. My boat is in this kind of scenery, running fast on the water. In order to see the mountains and water, I also forgot that my hands are cold and my body is cold. Nothing can catch up with the paintings of Tang and Song Dynasties. I don't think I will hate it for a year. " The world is beautiful, and my heart is full of joy, like a child's bustling joy.
In a Dream of Red Mansions, the sisters of Ann compete for beauty, roast venison, eat wine, beg for plums, fold plums, enjoy plums, and want plums. It snows in the Grand View Garden. Because of this, they suddenly become lively and fragrant. "When I saw four pieces of silver flour, I suddenly saw Baoqin standing on the hillside waiting far away, and a servant girl was following with a bottle of red berries." Between heaven and earth, red and white set each other off. If poetry is concerned, this snow is the most amazing in the pen and ink of A Dream of Red Mansions. Baoyu, wearing an orangutan felt, drifted away from the horizon, leaving only a vast expanse of white land, cold and lonely in the snow.
The snow on the Japanese focal plane and the beauty of Leng Yan are breathtaking. The characters in The Tale of Genji, a Thousand Years of Love, appear in the snow and crimson cherry blossoms-curtains, screens, lattice windows, verandahs, twists and turns, beautiful women's snow-white faces, brilliant red lips, thick eyes, long hair hanging down to their ankles, dragging complicated and gorgeous dresses. Paintings are sad and lingering, cherry blossoms fall like snow, and snow falls like cherry blossoms, touching sleeves or temples. A beautiful feast of the Heian Dynasty, like a meaningful poem of China Han Yuefu, is chilling.
When I was a child, I watched Farewell. When I returned from Shunzhi's service, Xiaoxue died of illness. He held his pale and sad bride and sang their agreed "logging song" in the white ice and snow. This picture is still unforgettable. Yamaguchi Momoe really deserves Light Snow, which is very beautiful and even more worthy of this epic love affair.
On that snowy day, chunks of snow fell outside the door. Yushu Qionghua, the strip is white. The snow is deep. Winter and I walked and walked, sweating, and there was snow in our shoes. The weather is wet and cold. It was snowing heavily. I looked around and saw only four lines of footprints, along the way. I met two very old magnolia trees, full of precious stones and jewels. Farmhouse, Xinglin, chickens barking and dogs barking, drifting away. The lake is as clear as a mirror. As soon as snow touches water, it will burn and disappear. Falling on the ice, the other pen is realistic. Xiaoshanyuan Temple, with sparse branches and scattered shadows. The mountains are dense and misty, and if you are infatuated. Everything is silent, and heaven and earth are one color. It will be noon, it will snow and fog, and there will be clear skies and Wan Li everywhere. The stream is murmuring and drifting with the tide. When I stopped at the foot of the mountain, I saw that old pine tree was full of strength, covered with snow, and its crown was getting greener and greener. The old Panasonic stone bench looks like a dream. It's really a pleasure to take a nap in summer and watch the clear clouds rise in the mountains.
On the sixth day after the festival this year, I have arranged for three or two girlfriends to go out to play, but the snow didn't stop at all. I stood at the window, watching and thinking. The world is like a virgin, like a baby's eyes, clear and empty, both inside and outside. Lin Mang is gray, wild and low. From the top of the mountain to the swamp depression; From the end of the world to the ancient road; From the post road to the wild bridge-only this snow, overwhelming, wanton Wang Yang-prose is quiet and elegant, with the profound meaning of the five ancient times and the soul-stirring of the seven ancient times.
The air is quiet and the mood is sparse, and the trees are cold and colorless. In this snowy day, reading and eating tea, writing poems and sentences, or making wine with pine needles and frying tea in the snow are all good. Guests come to tea as wine on a cold night, bamboo stove soup boils at the beginning of the fire, or tread in the snow under the moon just to listen to the crisp "creak" sound, or talk around the stove at night, all of which are very beautiful. The town is out of reach, and Mei can live. From Wang's brushwork to Xu Wei's fluent longitudinal meaning, from his red eyebrows to Wang Mian's ink beauty, from the innocent notice to the clear clouds, his rhyme is high and beautiful, his quietness is cold and light, and the reds are cool and refreshing. Eight wonders, until I saw Wu Changshuo, a fisherman from Meixi. He has a cold plum tree with tall branches and sparse flowers, and there is a pot under the tree, which is reserved for people to sit and drink under the plum tree.
There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness.
Appreciating the snow requires affection and a little loneliness. You know, I know, this is mutual agreement and tacit understanding.
Writing Prose with Chun Xue (2) I like snow because it is pure, but in the family of snow, I love Chun Xue more, not only because it has the same quality as snow, but also because Chun Xue has his own unique and excellent personality.
Chun Xue doesn't show off. It doesn't twist its body like winter snow, shaking its head and dancing ballet, trying its best to show its beauty and grace. Indeed, the snow in winter is charming, but in Chun Xue, you can't see such a carefree scene to express yourself. On the contrary, in the 100-meter race, it gives people a desire to reach the goal early, as if there is an acceleration and a vigorous posture, and every step seems to contain a firm belief in working hard.
Chun Xue makes people unable to see impetuous emotions. In Chun Xue, it seems difficult for us to see the overbearing atmosphere of eastern learning. His every movement is always fleeting, neither indulgent nor flashy, giving people a feeling of gentleness, elegance and moderation. The winter snow, once it hits people's faces, has biting pain, and the mixed north wind also makes people suffocate, as if there are some evil thoughts of dog fighting people hidden in the winter snow.
Chun Xue also has an unbridled personality. When it snows in winter, it seems that it always likes to take the mountain as the king and monopolize one side. It seems that winter is its world, even the evergreen tree, it has to be its own, sitting on the tree head, staggeringly enjoying retirement, and never caring about other people's feelings. Chun Xue, on the other hand, is different. Wherever he went, the earth was quickly nourished and everything immediately recovered. As long as we get off Chun Xue, we can immediately feel infinite freshness, and the whole world is full of vitality.
Chun Xue is Chun Xue. Although it has the quality and spirit of winter snow, Chun Xue is Chun Xue. Every step it takes, you can always feel the message of spring, and it is endowed with the mission of spring. Its unassuming, unpretentious, willful personality and conscientious style can always leave a deep memory for you.