Falling snow into a painting, called snow into a dream

"Falling Snow into Painting, Calling Snow into Dreams" | text: summer half summer

"Love is too knowledgeable, drunk is too drunk"

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People about dusk, snow falls in the evening.

Snowflakes like snowflakes, falling all over the sky. Stepping on the wind and dust for a year, quietly came as promised, sprinkled with trees and honeysuckle, and the earth was white.

On snowy days, the fireplace is surrounded by warm wine. Drunken eyes hazy, as if drunk is not drunk. Watch the snowflakes flying in the sky, the picturesque snow scenes jump in the mind, the falling snow into paintings, and the drinking wine into poetry. "Chai Men smell the barking of dogs, and the wind and snow return to people at night", "Lonely boats, fishing alone in the snow of the Cold River". A snowstorm is a picturesque landscape.

South of Luzhou City, on the Chi lan bridge, the snow is just right. "My family used to live in Chilanqiao, and the neighbors were not lonely." The Song Dynasty poet Jiang Kui lived in Luzhou for many years, only to fascinate Ge Ji Hongyan. This talented man with a full belly, how many wind and snow nights to watch the snow scenery by the window, warm wine to drink, a night of small joy. Or wandering sadly alone at the head of the bridge, turning around and sleeping.

In the end, the red face left, the head of the young man was white, and chi lanqiao remained in his melancholy poems, but he left himself in Hangzhou forever. "The fertile water flows east for an endless period, and it is not suitable for acacia at the beginning." In the dream, he did not see Dan Qing, and in the dark he suddenly startled the mountain birds to cry. ”

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The snow at midnight fell silently from the sky, and everything was draped in silver, and the farther away the more misty the eyes became. In the haze, snowflakes, fluttering lightly with the wind, fell on the brow, slid over the tip of the nose, soaked on the lips, silky as a kiss, like jin like honey, into the spleen into the lungs. Sliding into the heart field, he gently touched the warmest tenderness at first.

The heating in the house is slow, and the dark fragrance of plums slowly hits, through the window slit, filling the room. Listening to the side of the ear, there is flying snow tapping on the window ledge, like the panic and brittleness when he tapped on the small window of his favorite person when he was young.

At that time, the snow night, it seems to have a kind of telepathy, sensing that you will step on the snow silently, the white snow accompanied by your footsteps, is it expectation, is it yearning, and a little panic? Listen to your soft baby-like breathing, kiss the lubricated white face, and the soft and affectionate whispers are addictive.

"At night, I know that the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding." Cloaked in silence in front of the window, there was a picture of white silence outside the window. The sky is deep and dark, and the snowflakes in the sky are still flying, and it is the Milky Way that has opened the mouth.

Tonight, I don't know if you will come, as in the past. Pick bouquets of plum branches covered with snowflakes, fragrant and dark, decorating you with warm snowy nights.

Close your eyes and listen to the sound of falling snow, a song from Tianyu, pure and melodious. Listening to snow when I was young, I was curious about whether I longed for it or longed for it, and this sound sounded in my ears like a lover's talk, a whisper between lovers.

Snow falls on the windowsill, close your eyes to fantasize that it will not stop, snowflakes dance like elves in dreams, and the flying snowflakes dance beautifully. When I recall my youth, the purest and most authentic landscapes come to mind. On an empty and cold night, comfort with snow.

Love is too knowledgeable, drunk is strong. The snow was tired, the sound of the water on the Chi Lan Bridge was still there, flowing gently to the east, the snow was picturesque, and I missed the river. Let's put our minds to sleep, pillow full of light snow, covered with snow frost. Flying snow gently taps, like a kite, into a dream!

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Pseudonym: Xia Banxia. Although life is full of potholes and mud, whenever I think of being able to witness those days that others call it stormy and rainy, my face is filled with this endless smile.

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