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Wu Dakai: Winter stroll

Wu Dakai: Winter stroll

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The wind whistled softly and softly, blowing through the shutters, blowing on the windows, soft as feathers; sometimes several sighs, almost reminiscent of the long summer nights and the sound of the wind blowing the leaves. Heaven and earth are now asleep, but the sky is still full of life, and the pieces of goose feathers are constantly falling, as if there is a goddess of five grains in the north, who is sprinkling countless silver grain seeds on our fields.

Wu Dakai: Winter stroll

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We also fell asleep and woke up on a winter morning. There was no sound, the snow was thick and thick, the windowsills seemed to be covered with warm cotton; the panes appeared to be widened, the glass was streaked with ice, and the light was dim and idyllic, which strengthened the feeling of comfort and pleasure in the house. The silence of the morning, which seemed to be still in our bones, went to the window and picked a place that was not sealed by frost, looking out over the field; but we took only a few steps, and the ground under our feet was already creaking.

Wu Dakai: Winter stroll

The houses outside the window are covered with snow; under the eaves and on the fence are tiredly hung with snow bars; the yard stands like stalagmites, and there are many snow pillars, and what is hidden in the snow, we can't see it, the big trees and small trees stretch out their white arms from all directions, pointing to the sky; the place where the walls are fenced, the shape is even more strange, on the dim earth, they extend to the left and right, like jumping, it seems that nature has redesigned the field scenery overnight, so that the painters of the human world can come and imitate.

Wu Dakai: Winter stroll

We quietly pulled the latch off the door, and the snowflakes fluttered and immediately fell into the house; out of the house, the cold wind was blowing in the face, as sharp as a knife. The starlight was no longer so flickering, and the horizon was shrouded in a dim lead-like mist.

Wu Dakai: Winter stroll

The east revealed a fantastic bronze brilliance, indicating that the sky was about to light up; but the scenery on all sides was still vague, dark, ghostly, and suspicious.

- The article comes from the Internet

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