Walking in the snow, the scenery on the side of the road gently crosses the side

"Cher Fluttering" | text: Strange on the late return

"I walked alone in the snow, and the scenery on the side of the road gently crossed my side."

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When I was a child, I liked to listen to the long commentaries, ancient and modern, along with the emotional lectures of the storytellers

In the evening, flakes of snow fell from the tight gray sky. It was the first few snows since the beginning of winter, and I hadn't counted it carefully, but I just thought that the white elf seemed to be a little attached to us.

I looked out the window, under the vast sky in the distance, the darkness of the night could no longer cover the silver and white of the mountains, and this world of pink makeup and jade was particularly enchanting, and it was a scene I liked.

Trees, houses, squares... All are blooming with silver-white flowers. On the branches, clusters of clusters hug each other, like smoke and fog, and the shadows are lost. Under the colorful lanterns, colorful butterflies flutter; A tree "pear blossom" blooms on both sides of the street; A soft wind blew in, and the snowflakes fell, as if the fragrance of flowers filled the whole town.

You listen carefully, the snowflakes landing on the ground, like the whispers of a young girl, poignant, cut and poignant, and like the music that flies out when the fingers are stroking the strings, in the smoke clouds, quiet, like clouds and flowing water, like flowers falling on the heart, ethereal, but with a little lingering and attachment. Listening to all this, I was even more convinced that they were clinging to it.

On the road, there is less and less traffic, and the square is full of children playing, it seems that children like snow, and snow likes children. Walking in the snow, as if I had melted into the snowflakes, I remembered that I was also a crystal clear snowflake, and I seemed to feel that I was still a stinking boy. So I crouched down, picked up a bunch of snow, and threw it into the sky...

Nowadays, we are always busy and busy, and we have no time to take care of the beauty in front of us. At this time, how good it is to want to walk in the snow for a long time, let the crystal snow fall all over the body, and let yourself become a snowman completely! Tired and tired, let yourself be under the fiery red plum blossom tree, quietly listen to the sound of snowflakes falling, forget the loneliness and troubles, forget the disturbances and complexities, and return to a quiet and relaxed self; Or dance with the snow, have fun, return to happy times in wonderful moments, and walk under the gentle snow forever.

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A cold wind struck, the snow kissed my face, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated on the ground, wandering in it, making people infinitely reverie. Walking along, I suddenly looked back, and the space between heaven and earth was already silver and white, like a thick white blanket, delicate and silky.

The white snowflakes are still flying tirelessly, from the eyes to the sky, the posture of sprinkling is very comfortable. Looking at the white and vast world, listening to the sound of fragments, I felt that the heavens and the earth were getting quieter and quieter, and everything in front of me was more peaceful. Maybe the snow washed away people's disorganized thoughts, maybe the world was quietly admiring the beautiful dance of snowflakes and forgot about it.

Whether it is sorrow or desolation, or the inner upswing, they are deeply integrated into this pure and immaculate spirit. The sadness that drifted in the wind and snow, the deep and shallow footprints along the way, were gradually drowned in the world of snowflakes. Suddenly, I felt something different in my heart, and I felt that some things were so fragile, so easy to dissipate, and so simple. I thought, what is eternal in this world? That should be snow! Because it is always so crystalline, so feminine, so pure. Bring full of life to the silent winter!

I walked alone in the snow, the scenery on the side of the road gently crossed the side, the sound of fine snow knocked on my quiet soul, the world of snowflakes is so simple, and it is so pure and beautiful, there is no fancy embellishment, no noise, some are just a peaceful and quiet beauty. Like a lotus flower, like a bright moon, a plain white and flawless body.

I guess that's the real reason I love snow!

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Pen name: Mo Shang Chi Gui Ren, a native of Leishan County, Guizhou Province. A teacher who loves education and loves literature

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