Step into the world of first snow
Author: Yang Ying
It doesn't snow every day, and it doesn't snow every year.
In the winter, we who live in the south are collectively waiting for snow. I always feel that winter without snow is not winter, and the sky without snowflakes is not considered a winter sky. Especially in recent years, the global climate has gradually warmed, and the snow in the south is rarely seen.
The winter in memory is white. Mountains, rivers, houses and buildings are all shrouded in snow, a world wrapped in silver. By the pillow, my mother had already warmed her clothes, prepared her scarves and gloves, and just waited for breakfast to let us frolic and play in the snow.
The snow was really big at that time. The ice under the eaves, crystal clear, different lengths, uneven thickness, different shapes, in the gray weather is very ethereal, can't help but want to take a long stick to knock down, but afraid to see the ice edge falling down the ground debris. The little girl's heart, always so fragile and susceptible, is willing to look up at the ice edge and watch it melt until it disappears.
There is a small pond in the factory area, and every time it snows heavily, a thick layer of ice will form on the surface of the water. Two pieces of bamboo slice homemade sleigh, or a ready-made small bench in turn as a seat can drive us crazy for a day. Snowball fights and snowmen are even more enjoyable, and a pair of small hands are frozen like ginger, and they completely ignore it. In those days, simple childhood happiness was incomprehensible to today's children.
In my heart, snow is pure white and flawless, snow is flowing and beautiful, and snow is ice and jade. Lu Xun once described it this way: "The snow in Jiangnan is so moist and beautiful; it is the news of youth that is still looming, and it is the skin of a very strong virgin." "The beauty of snow has penetrated deeply into people's hearts, carved into the bone marrow, and makes people nostalgic."
When we wake up, we see that the world has become pure white, and the world of fairy tales is revealed to us. The snow brush of the circle of friends exploded On WeChat, and the heart began to jump. With a "look at the snow", I changed into a thick cotton jacket and went out. So-and-so muttered behind his back and shook his head, "Crazy, such a cold day still goes out to sell frozen meat." "Crazy people are crazy, I am willing to be crazy for snow." As someone said: No matter how old we are, the days of snow, we become children, and the world becomes a fairy tale.
The snow was still falling, blowing, fluttering, so light and so soft and so romantic, like goose feathers, like willows, like reeds, falling on my head, falling on my shoulders, falling on my scarf, falling on my clothes, and a few pieces of mischievous drilled into my neck, cold and crisp. All I could see was a world of snow, the breeze blew, snowflakes fluttered down the leaves, and the rustle of my footsteps was like the sound of nature. This is the snow, obviously a white and flawless flower, exquisite, lovely, decorated with a lonely winter.
To see the snow, of course, you have to choose to be by the lake, and Dongfeng Lake is the best place to enjoy the snow. Along the side of the lake, there are no footprints on the snow, let alone pedestrians, and I can't help but think of the two "crazy people", and I can't help but raise the corners of my mouth and smile with my eyebrows. I like a person who walks endlessly, occasionally stopping to pat the flowers with my phone, pat the grass, pat the reeds, pat the water birds on the lake, pat the buildings opposite. Everything, in the light of the snow, loomed, hazy, lonely and clear. Not far away, a touch of red attracted my attention, red plum? Yes, it's a red plum! A thick dark incense struck, capturing me in an instant. Plum blossoms, when you think about it, are very beautiful, and the aroma is even more refreshing. Dongfeng Lake gifted us a tree plum blossom, at this time to the extreme, cold and clear, with the snow shining, into the heart into the painting, people fascinated! I wandered under the plum blossom tree and had an intimate encounter with the snow. The white snowflakes and the delicate plum blossom petals danced softly, kissing my cheeks, so fragrant and soft!
"There are several plums in the corner of the wall, Ling Han opens alone", Mei and Snowflake are a pair of lovers of life and death, "There is no plum without snow, there is no spirit, there is snow without plums." The sunset poem is full of snow and snow, and it is very fragrant with the plum. "There have long been ancient people who have written poems correctly, and the red plum proud snow should be the most noble tribute of the ancients to it." My mind also immediately came up with the beautiful picture of Zhen Huan praying in the snow: Zhen Huan, who had just entered the palace, was lively and simple, and did not want to accept favors, but only wanted to hide in her own palace. On the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Zhen Huan rushed to the plum garden behind the snow and made a good wish that "the headwind is as easy as it is solved, and it is easy not to be destroyed". She wore a long skirt, wearing a silver and white brocade cape, standing tall, pure and beautiful, and beautiful in the snow. No wonder it immediately impressed the emperor and the king of Guojun, this picture stunned me. I have heard that it is snowy days and go out with my loved ones, and if I accidentally get a white head, this is the romance of Chinese, and I also want to make a wish of "white head and old age" at the time of heavy snowfall, and start a happy life journey under the witness of white snow and red plums.
At this moment, I feel quite shy, and I can't think of a closer and more perfect word to describe the infatuation of snowflakes and plum blossoms. Then step on the wooden trestle with the sister of chao chao who came to join me, pose, walk the catwalk, scatter the wilderness, and raise snowflakes.
Snow is the syrup given to mankind by God, and the "Rainbow Mega Year" all explains the wisdom of farmers and the wishes for a good harvest year. And I only love snowflakes of powder makeup, not stained with dust. In this turbid world, it is precious to keep a pure heart! While I was walking in the snow, this emotion deepened my first sight of the first snow. When there is snow, winter is complete; on snow days, winter has charm!
Come on, come on, let's walk into the world of the first snow together and be an innocent child!
Postscript: A first snow made me excited, I did not expect the spring snow to come one after another, sprinkled with foreign water, but also a fierce. Obsessed with snow, snow and snowflakes, it has become the most beautiful thought in the winter and spring season!
About the Author
Yang Ying, how much do you know in the dream of the screen name. "Listen to the flowers and rain, know the poetry of life", love to use a clumsy pen to recall the past, record a true emotion. Love flowers, love words, love all beautiful things, and be grateful for every touch in life!
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