"Snow in My Hometown"
Text: Zhou Zheng
The snow in my hometown is the snow flying in the wilderness, just like watching a feature film, there is a story, there is a background, there is a plot, there is a climax, there is an ending. The clouds are thick, and the sky has a story, like a few close-up shots that tell the changes in heaven and earth.
In this shot, the wind is surging and the wind is a wild horse that is out of rein, roaring in the wilderness, and the woods emit a harsh hiss. The snow swept across the heavens like a giant iron broom. Suddenly, the wind and snow smoked and turned the world upside down.
This shot, the wind is gone, the snow is silent, so yuan, although it is also chaotic, but it is also gentle a lot, the snow at this time is amorous, and the snow at this time is a girl in love, with a love pulse.
Between the gazes, these snow elves bloomed silver-white flowers, like a light dream next to the pillow, one flower, two... Spread the snow diamond flowers in fairy tales, the artistic conception is far-reaching.
In this shot, the vast land is constantly retreating, from light gray, to light white, until it is brilliant white; green wheat fields, dazzling roofs, pale yellow country roads, and river slopes, country farms... They were all dyed snow white. The vast snow, the vast white, the heavens and the earth gradually became one color, and gradually tended to be quiet and serene...
Oh, the snow of the hometown, looking around, the earth is a white expanse, it is a pure white, let people have an epiphany of thought, the sublimation of the soul.
In the quiet dusk, the cooking smoke of the farmhouse protruded from the thick snow; the sound of snow sweeping came from the streets and alleys, and the wooden shovels opened up a snowless road; the well water that was shaken up by the reels, the steaming and warm white fog; the chickens and ducks jumped and hissed in front of the nest,...... All of this is the rustic sound of dusk in the snow.
The snow of the hometown, slowly falling, fell on the ground and fell on the heartland. Such whiteness is a kind of nobility, with a spirit show, a hint of nostalgia, sweet lips, moisturizing the heart...
Gradually, the snow on the ground became thicker and thicker. The gentleness of the snow makes people can't bear to go up, not so much afraid of stepping on a string of worldly footprints, but rather worried about ruining this long-standing sentiment in the snow scene. Just want to stand quietly, feel its beauty, feel its lightness...
Standing in the snow, the mind had already turned into snowflakes. Suddenly, there was an impulse to reach out and touch the snowflakes. In the face of this lively elf, gently catching it, there is a sense of unworldliness, open the palm of the hand, only a little if there is a seemingly innocent watermark, this burning eye trace, is the most heavy teardrop in the world, is it excitement, is it pathetic?
In this shot, the wind rises again, the snowflakes fly, still as before, lively and lovely, pure and holy. Snowflakes, fluttering in front of me, drifted into the distance, flew to the fields, flew to the old house... Snow falls on the branches, pear blossoms bloom like...
Oh, where is the snow in the hometown, forget unless drunk!
Made in the ugly snow
One point number Zhou Zheng literature column