The circle of friends of the Yanshan people was swept away by "Snow"
[Editor's Note: Today, two essays are published, the title is "Snow", one is the young writer Ma Xiujuan, the other is the young writer Zhang Youhai, and the two "Snow" are worth reading. In addition, please enjoy the many photos of "Enjoy the Ice and Snow, Help the Winter Olympics". 】
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I have long been looking forward to snow, and the winter without snow seems to have lost its soul in ink painting. whole
The dryness and noise of winter can only be smoothed by a snow.
The snow, finally, came. Quietly, I fell all night. Pull back the curtains, trance, surprise unbearable. In the distance, the whole town slowly woke up in a white quilt, and the houses in the distance, the trees nearby, the pedestrians on the road, the slow cars, were all immersed in this serene whiteness. Snow, still falling.
The town began to lively, the cheers of the children outside the window, the roar of the cars, accompanied by the snowflakes that were blowing, with the celebration of the Spring Festival, everything was so pleasant.
The park is even more lively, like a fairytale paradise in winter. Building snowmen, having snowball fights, rolling snowballs, someone taking pictures, someone laughing, someone making a fuss. The father and daughter who watched the snowman were looking down and discussing something, sometimes smiling heartily, sometimes quietly adjusting the form of the snowman. Look, those few children who had snowball fights, chattering, happy. Look at the snowball children, one moment slipping, the next running, the snowball is as tall as a child.
Sparrows on the branches flew around, and they flew lightly, lest they shake off the whiteness of a tree. They occasionally look at playful children, occasionally look into the distance, and occasionally hover over treetops. Probably, it is also the arrival of snow, so let them be extra happy.
The sound of footsteps and falling snow, forming a fine note, constantly beating your heart, as if returning to the joy of a child.
Snow, still falling. The branches of the trees fell, the small towers in the distance, the reed ponds, and the corners and corners of the town.
Look up at the snowflakes in the sky, fluttering and sprinkling, and the coolness of the face is refreshing. Close your eyes, feel the beauty of this winter day, and even forget that you are no longer that child.
(Yanbai Life Square Ma Xiujuan)
Last night I looked at the weather forecast and said there was snow today. Suspicious of the weather forecast, I got up early today.
Opening the door of the house, Fang saw that the outside was wrapped in silver, and the originally dark night had become a white expanse, and indeed a white world. A few naughty snowflakes fell on the face, afraid of being caught that shy look, instantly turned into water, cool silk slid down the cheeks, fell to the corners of the mouth, a hint of sweet feeling, so uncomfortable.
The land after the snow became a paradise for children. In the park, in the wilderness, there are crowds of people in pairs. Build snowmen, have snowball fights, and even older kids skate snow. The Winter Olympics are coming, and people experience the fun of snow sports early. Young handsome men and beautiful women even placed their live broadcast equipment in the snow, and the song accompanied by snowflakes fluttered in the breeze. People are in the middle of it, and the pure snow dresses up the world.
On the park bench, dusting off the thick snow with a newspaper, the chair is still so dry, slowly sit down, thoughts back to childhood...
I remember that when I was a child, the snow was very large and frequent, and the winter was colder than it is now. Snow, it is also rare to see goose feathers snow now, sprinkled. The cold after the snow makes people shiver, but it can't stop the naughtiness of the children. We ran in the wilderness like caged birds, and that feeling is exciting to think about now. A bunch of snow, Ren's small hands froze red, rounded into a round snowball, put in the mouth to bite, a stream of clear flow into the throat, sweet to the heart. Children who fight snowballs are divided into two factions, lying in the snow, and the snowballs thrown out "explode" on their bodies, and for a time, the snowballs fly all over the sky, like shooting stars that make people dizzy. The girls were a little quieter, occasionally building a snowman, and the rest of the time was just standing on the sidelines watching the battle, although the little face was cold and red, but they didn't care at all. Of course, when our cotton clothes are soaked with snow and water, when we get home, we will inevitably be scolded and slapped on the buttocks. Then I slipped into the hot quilt and watched my mother sit by the stove and dry her cotton coat over the fire.
The crowd in the park gradually dispersed, and the children, with a hint of satisfaction, stopped by to buy a string of rock sugar gourds and put them in their mouths, the taste, just like the snowballs we ate when we were children, sweet - like life! (Young writer Zhang Youhai)