The second snow of this winter came so quietly, sneaking in on the sweet dreamland, to surprise the people who rose in the morning?
When I first saw it, I was really surprised, and then I was reduced by the wet rain, which reduced my enthusiasm, after all, the snow was wrapped in a drizzle, not so pure.
But when the snow came, he always couldn't help but throbb, wanting to write something, and it seemed that his heart was empty and he couldn't write a sentence.
I want to write about the grandeur of the snow scene and express my chest, but in the end I don't have the chairman's broad mind and the domineering spirit of the world, and I can't sing the pride of "Qinyuan Spring snow"; I want to write the tenderness and sweetness of the snow, and I want to pin my feelings, but I also don't have Nalan Rongruo's bitter love experience and extraordinary talent, and I can't write the drunken beauty of "Picking Mulberries".
I like to "sit and watch the green bamboo change into branches when the six flying flowers enter the house", and I am more eager for the scene of "three days of heavy snow, the sound of people and birds in the lake". Snow, when it wants to come, comes violently, crisply and neatly, quieting the world and purifying the heart.
Whenever there is heavy snowfall, watch the snowflakes flying in the sky, floating in the sky. Ruixue gently covers the earth, fills the field of vision, delicately moisturizes the heart, raises the eyes of the wilderness, thousands of miles are white, the product is outside the painting, and the joy is in the snow.
"Heavenly immortal jasper QiongYao, dotted with poplar flowers, pieces of goose feathers", at the moment of heavy snow, the eyes follow the fluttering snowflakes, bringing up the silent heart, I can imagine the majesty of the heavenly palace, but also can see the broken jade sprinkled by many fairies, "spring snow is full of air, the touch is like flowers", snow is the scenery, the scenery is also people.
Closing my eyes and looking up at the sky, I could still see Chang'e, who was covered with a hazy and light veil, and her graceful posture became more and more mysterious. I want to let my mind go on a day like this, let my mind wander in a wonderful fantasy, carefree and self-absorbed.
However, the expected snow did not come, but the snow came after all. Although the snow was not pure, and did not even wait for the sun to come out, and soon disappeared without a trace, I still hesitated for a morning. I couldn't help but think of the same snow-white figures that were constantly moving, cruising through the cities.
Lapa is far away in oblivion, the great cold is coming, the cold winter is about to wave goodbye to us, will the footsteps of spring be far away?
I think I should chase After Huifeng to write a "Song of Spring", take the faint sorrow hidden in the snowflakes, blow away with the wind, burn the spring when the snowflakes fall, and incidentally burn off the epitaph written to the plague demon, bury it in the dust, and perish forever.
"Tonight I know that the spring is warm, the sound of insects is new through the green window screen", behold, spring has run to report, let us bring a mask, loud greeting to the spring - spring, hello!
The sun came as promised, and the sun began to sprinkle around the corners, but it could not dispel the busy snow white.