【New Youth | Post-05 Literature】Winter Snow Year

Editor's Note:

Winter is getting deeper, the snow is getting tighter, and in the southern country, snow has become an illusion and expectation. In the cold wind, we look forward to the arrival of snow and the arrival of the year. Therefore, teachers and students use words to write freehand and soul to write scenes, and "Winter Snow Year" is full of poetry.

Longing for winter

Author: Chen Yilian (13 years old) of Lianzheng Experimental School, Xiangqiao District, Chaozhou City, Guangdong Province

Not all persistence pays off, but there are always some persistences that can cultivate a hundred thousand blooming roses from the frozen land. - Caption

The rice stubble left in the field is yellow and black, and the bare trees look even more desolate. Everything is depressed, wet and cold, and it makes people feel sad. Autumn is nothing more than that, lifeless.

Fortunately, the boring autumn has passed, and the winter that I yearn for is ushered in.

I saw the winter rain outside through the window, ticking and hitting the flowers outside the window. In a trance, it was as if I had returned to that snow.

I still remember that the spotless white sky was many times better than the gray sky of autumn. Countless snowflakes drifted in the sky, and sometimes they came to the world like a fierce storm. But the best thing is the light snow, the houses and trees are covered in silver, and the top of the mountain is covered with white hats, overlooking, like a white landscape painting.

As night falls, the village seems very quiet. Although the cold wind whistled outside, the inside was peaceful and peaceful, and everyone ate dinner and talked about interesting experiences.

Late at night, the sound of owls came from the mountains, comforting people to sleep.

I lay on the kang at the head of the village and listened to my father tell a story: a little girl, on a cold snowy day, sold matches barefoot, but no one wanted to buy her matches. Everywhere the little girl walked, it was a warm life that she could not hope to reach. Eventually, the little girl selling matches froze to death in the night.

Hearing this, how I wanted to help that little girl and buy her match with her life. Unconsciously, I fell asleep with my desire to help the little girl.

The next day, we wore cotton jackets and went up the North Mountain to see the flowers. When we reached the mountain, we saw only the trunks of osmanthus trees, withered peonies, and the magnolias buried in the snow. Just when we were lamenting, there was a burst of flowers not far away, and I approached along the floral fragrance and found a large plum blossom forest. The plum fragrance is overflowing, and all the plum blossoms standing in the snow are admirable.

There are changes in fate, and there are four seasons in the year. After a long night, you can see the dawn; you can have happiness by suffering. After enduring the cold winter, you don't have to lie dormant, and after all the cold plums, you can look forward to the new spring. Those who are obscure and hard working hard, how can they not be the cold plum in the snow and wind?

This desirable winter, the snow you fall, like the road we have traveled, will realize the original dream after the cold.

(Instructor: Zeng Jiangbao)

Winter rhymes

Author: Tongzhou City, Guangdong Province, Xiangqiao District Lianzheng Experimental School First (4) Class Huang Sixi (13 years old)

A bright red tree in the white expanse is a unique style of winter. - Caption

Or a cold wind blowing through the bones; or a night of ice, thousands of miles of snow. It's winter! Winter is coming. Flakes of snow drifted to the ground, and on the eaves, wrapped in silver, they flew slowly in the air like willows. I pushed open the door, and the world in front of me turned white. "Whew—it's so cold!" The sound of the door broke the winter silence, and my originally warm hands instantly became cold. "Oh, Mom really is, it's so cold outside, she wants me to come out and walk around." What's so nice about this big winter. "A bitter cold wind blew through, and I was so cold that I craned my neck.

I have never liked winter, it has neither the vitality of spring, nor the warm and brilliant colors of summer, nor the romance and warmth of golden autumn, but only the biting cold wind and simple paleness. Although I was a little dissatisfied in my heart, my mother's fate was difficult to violate, so I had to follow this snow-white road.

On both sides of the road, there was a lot of snow. Leaves, roofs, cars... It's all the same color. "Boring! How can this be called a beautiful view? I thought sullenly.

Just when I was about to give up, a casual glance back, a small streak of bright red in the corner of the wall came into my eyes. Although it was covered by snow, the vigorous breath of life and the bright red color could not be suppressed. I turned around and stared at the brilliant colors in front of me, and my heart suddenly became interested.

"In such cold weather, how can such a bright red still exist?" It is like a star falling from the sky, which looks outstanding. After being stunned for a while, I made up my mind to run to it. The cold wind kept blowing through my body, and the snow gradually buried my boots, but I kept running, as if some mysterious force had brought my body up and ran towards the bright light. "Closer, closer, closer." The bright red silhouette became clear little by little! I turned left and ran into the corner, where I could see the whole picture, which turned out to be a plum blossom in a deserted courtyard.

Bright petals are dotted on the branches, the branches stick out of the railings, the bright colors stick out of the head, and the fragrant aroma is rich and fragrant. I was a little stunned, as if I was shocked by its beauty, how could life survive such a cold winter day? How could there be flowers that could bloom in such a bitter wind? The condensed aroma on this flower bud is the indomitable in its bones! It blooms in a gesture of life, even if the cold wind is biting, it is still bright and moving.

I lay on that railing and watched for a long, long time...

(Instructor: Zeng Jiangbao)

Shi said

Every year I think about it

Author: Zeng Jiangbao, teacher of Lianzheng Experimental School in Xiangqiao District, Chaozhou City, Guangdong Province

Winter is slow, but cold is sudden.

Its arrival seems to remind me that this year of mixed tastes is about to pass. So, in the growing cold, the snow fell willfully.

Snowflakes dance in the bitter cold wind, surrounded by a world wrapped in silver.

When I was a teenager, I read "The sun is far away from the mountains, and the cold is poor in the white house." Chai Men smell the barking of dogs, and the wind and snow return to people on the night. "I only feel cold on my back, only the word lonely cold can be interpreted." Now that time has passed, reading the last two sentences again, what comes out is the warmth that has been missing for a long time. Good, "wind and snow night returns to people", a "return" word, how much warmth has been exhausted.

But today's snow is different, the snow blows with the cold wind, encountering between the sky. Looking at those sporadic pure and tall branches, the cycle of life seems to be planning to leave a deep attachment in the cold silence. The snow outside the window is the creation of nature, and the dead branches, dead leaves, residual flowers, and footprints in the snow will arouse our memories of the past.

Snow is a thought, like a white cloud in the sky, soft and soft. It's soft enough to be imaginative: on a cold and windy night, a few childhood playmates come to the house, and the warmth of the indoor stove completely isolates the cold wind. I opened my home-brewed sweet potato wine, and several people faced each other, cup to cup, counting the interesting stories of childhood. The small room will surely be warmer because of this poetic stove.

This snow not only warms the memory, but also warms the heart.

There are always a few scenes in life – like winter, like snow. It has witnessed our journey from a yellow mouth child to a standing year, perhaps not meeting often, but always in the heart, leaving a window of memories for each other.

For snow, I always have a nostalgia that is different from ordinary people. When it snowed as a child, her surviving grandmother would use a jar to store snow water, which is said to be a remedy for summer heat. To this day, I seem to remember the smell of the snow, but I can't keep its fragrance. Ancient people's clouds: "The sky will be twilight, the snow will dance, half plum blossoms and half floating willows." In the mist of flying feathers, the plum blossoms behind the house look particularly dreamy, like flowers in the fog, only the white seeps into the eyes.

The snow of childhood stopped. But I know that it can't go down, just as time goes on. "The deceased is like a sif, who does not give up day and night." Time has always been like this, you did not notice when it came, and you could not hold back when it left. Looking back, it is already in the corridor of life, smiling indifferently, turning into today's snowflakes, like a sky full of stars scattered in the sky, and like a fragment of time, scattered in the heart.

Source: China Youth Daily client