【That year, the spring wind and rain passed, how to expect the snow to be empty】
Author: Wind And Snow
After the spring, there is no cold subsidence, spring warm blossoms, but the snow that has not been completed in winter, accompanied by the spring breeze, with the drizzle of the sky, fluttering and falling, no warmth, but more than winter.
When I opened the curtains in the morning, when the white sky light shone into my eyes, I saw the plain white snow on the eaves opposite. I couldn't help but sigh: It's snowing.
I remember when I was a kid I loved snow. Because born in the south, snow is an uncommon thing, so occasionally in the winter, when I woke up and saw the silver wrapped all over the world, I couldn't wait to put on thick clothes, bring scarves, hats, gloves, fully armed, and run to the snow with my friends.
You pinch a snowball and hit me, I pinch a smash into you, you come and go, you chase me, even if your cheeks are red with cold, it is still a vivid and bright appearance. These pictures, from those dusty memories, came in waves, cheerfully, jumped, and staggered away into the distance.
It is like two lines that once intersected, and after a short intersection, it is forever opposite.
There is no way back in life, from birth to the moment of falling to the ground, what is facing is the way back.
The first snow of the new year, it fell heavily. The feathery snow lingered in the cold wind, and if it were so silent at night, perhaps this morning would be a world wrapped in silver.
The people have the saying that the snow is a trillion years, and this snow that has been raised may be a blessing from heaven to the world, indicating that this year will be a fruitful harvest year, and everything you want can touch and your wish can be realized.
In fact, at this time in previous years, as soon as the Spring Festival passes, the weather will warm up, the sun will warm the wind, and the wind will bring warmth to warm every inch of land.
This year is different, the snow stopped for a few days and fell, and it fell for a few days, and then stopped. It is tossed and turned, but it seems to be an impermanent fate.
It was as if, between the wind and the snow, was in this chase. It is as if the wind desperately wants to warm the snow, and the snow desperately wants to stay, but they do not know that when the wind warms up, it is when the snow melts, and when the snow is thick, it is also when the wind is cold. The wind cannot go to the world of snow, and the snow cannot touch the true heart of the wind.
This snow, it fell and stopped, stopped. Falling on the ground, it accumulates and accumulates, accumulates and dissolves. The wind warmed it, turned it into rain, and fell in a fluttering way, as if it were once a fiery love, and it was also faded and dissolved.
The snow in the wind seems to drift to zero, and perhaps from the moment it meets the wind, it is already doomed to a separate ending.
The rain fell from the sky, washing the streets and empty alleys, filling the place where the snow fell, and washing away the traces of snow residue.
Perhaps the rain once witnessed a story: a story of wind and snow - that year the spring wind and rain passed, how to expect the snow to be empty.
If fate has not let everything meet, the spring wind has not known the snow, the snow has not understood the style, there is no beginning, there is no end.