Raise your hand to the moon, and the snow falls between the eyebrows
Text: If the plum blossom Source: Mulan Shuxiang
Editor: Yi meng Fang Fei ID: dreamflymf
Frost wind, cold dancing..... The lotus withered, the trees slept, the snow drifted, and the ice flowers bloomed.
Water begins to freeze, the ground freezes, all things are collected, time moves, and winter is coming.
The left hand is spring and the right hand is winter. Summer, Jane remains in the bottom of her heart; autumn, slipping between her fingers. As soon as the wind blew, in an instant, thousands of snowflakes drifted.
The header is chrysanthemum yellow, and the falling lotus sounds. A bookmark across the river, sandwiched in the middle of the book of years. Read, half of the Jiangnan Rain Lane; the rest, half of the scenery of the north.
Next to the red clay stove, it is no longer possible to distinguish between floral and sandalwood. The confused eyes were still fixed on the ink cheongsam under the umbrella. Listen, the cold wind howls, and lo and behold, the snow is drifting across the sky.
Still in love with winter, like the teenager who loved the first love, his cold and proud charm conquered the girl whose spring heart sprouted; he still liked the color of winter, simple, white, pure.
Still in love, the cold outside the house and the warmth inside the house. The distance between a window, the double heaven of ice and fire. The reward is not enough for the jade in front of the court, and the taste is not enough for the aroma of tea on the stove.
I love the winter of the north country, the frozen river surface under the sun, the ice string, the beauty of the galaxy, crystal clear, pearl dazzling, like a fairyland on earth, full of charm, elegant and romantic.
At night, the cabin is bright and sparkling, and the fantastic snow paradise makes a pair of lovers linger.
Looking at the brilliant galaxy in the distance, he gently raised his finger and scattered a sparkle of starlight. Raise your hand to cover the moon, the snow falls between the eyebrows, as clear as glass, and the heart is not stained.
Under your feet, the ice flowers stretch out, and the footprints stretch in a string. Winter, engraving good memories on the shores of Lake Baikal, engraving on the snowfields of Linhai, engravings on the peaks of Kunlun Mountain, engravings on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau...
Spring has a hundred flowers, autumn has a moon, summer has a cool breeze and winter has snow. Every season, you will encounter a different kind of scenery, calmly accept such a beautiful gift from heaven, there will be expectations and longings for poetry and distant places, and there will be a kind of heroism in the chest, hot and hot.
A heart that loves the change of the four seasons, from budding to withering, from blossoming to falling, from winter to spring, has been so hot and loving.
In this clean and monotonous winter, have a pure romantic date! Not to mention the joys and sorrows, only for a Frozen, only for the expectation of a reunion, only for the interpretation of a stunning covenant of Plum Snow!
Or, on this cold winter day, reverie of a future of your own, full of strength recovery, warm waiting, depicting the colorful colors of life, rendering the glitter of life!
Brief introduction
⊙ Author: If the plum blossoms. A native of Tianshui City, Gansu Province. Literature lovers, love prose poems, essays, feelings after reading, after-reading feelings, etc. This article was first published in Mulan Shuxiang (ZHONGQIU1964).