Snow cleanses the soul
◎ Lin Succeeds
In the early morning, I saw that there were white and flawless snowflakes fluttering outside the window. Although I am a northerner, for me, who loves snow, it is still very pleasant to see snowflakes early. I hurried outside to greet my first gift from winter.
The precipitous falling temperatures have caused the "Apple Capital" to enter the cold winter overnight. After the heavy rain, snow followed. It was the first snow of 2021, and it came much earlier than usual. The snow and cooling came so abruptly that it caught people off guard.
scold! What a white and light snowflake! Like a young girl dancing a cheerful waltz, showing her graceful dance steps in this lovely land, charming but elegant, relaxed and solemn.
Snowflakes, sometimes flying on the trees with a few leaves left, play with them to the fullest, interpreting the harmony of nature; sometimes falling on the statue of the mound, like a quiet girl quietly listening to the profound and wise insights of the elders, while sitting reverently on the knee of the founder of Taoism, slowly dissolving with love and persistence; sometimes falling on the shoulders of pedestrians, as if to tell people that it was entrusted by the heavens to bring happiness and happiness to the world. What a light and optimistic messenger!
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the snowflakes at this time are like a passionate painter. With its magical, unique, and dexterous snow-white brushstrokes, it kept smearing on the roof of the building, looking far away, as if it were draping these houses with a thin layer of silver veil, while aiming its brush at Changchun Lake, the "capital of apples". Those white paint sprinkled in the lake were immediately diluted by the clear water, so it naughtily fixed its target on the passing crowd, took out countless brushes to draw white dots on people's heads, cheeks and arms, but the people who loved it were not angry at all for its naughtiness, and let the white elf wreak havoc as much as it wanted, so that passers-by became snowmen full of joy and joy.
The "painter" was so happy that he excitedly took his paintbrush and white paint and went around scribbling, unabashedly trying to paint this noisy and impetuous city pure white, hating that he could not get a magical power to purify people's hearts.
Snowflakes, like offline kites, in the gestation of clouds, finally Yujie Ice cleared the fleeting years. The years of snow, at the last moment of landing, the sound of wordless flowers blooming, fell in the empty boundary. This is the first time that snow has fallen in Guodu, and snowflakes like cotton needles have stung the heart-wrenching winter, and also stung the bare skin of the sensitive earth, allowing the pain of the season to continue, and finally, you will see the coming of spring and the birth of spring.
At the top of Fengcai Mountain, the lingering dead leaves dotted on the snow cover, it seems, there is a visual conflict metaphorically sentimental, that is, perhaps, a kind of lonely cold that crosses the eyes and the heart, cold with some abruptness, some pity. As if, not yet adapted to the arrival of snowflakes, in the twilight of autumn, a quiet wait was condensed. Snow has quietly entered people's lives. I don't know, whether it is snowflakes that embellish people's moods, or whether people's mood renders snowflakes. The whole city seems to have entered a fairy tale world that seems to be less real, and the hustle and bustle seems to be silent in the falling snow.
A little bit, watching the buildings and trees stained with vicissitudes of frost, magpies splashing in the snow, the snow on the road slowly freezing and sliding, not far away, the remnants of willow trees in the snow cover faintly traced the last bit of green. It was as if everything was greeting the falling snow in order, and it seemed that a little bit of a different hint was missing out ingenuity: it was like life, facing the same birth and death, but living in a different fate as a monument or a bunch of desolate graves. Snowflakes fell one after another, covering people's eyes with heat, and finally, melted by a hot heart, melting into loneliness and sorrow that melted into water and milk.
Snowflakes flutter in people's sight, flying into a slow light music, gently sliding through the flow of the seasons, sliding into the soul that is hungry for beautiful things, so that every snow scene is eclipsed into poetry, becoming a trace of the past in the middle of the stream. Let the sad eaves have tears roll down, let the happy patio have birds fly by. Let every time you look back, there is a touching mood to each season, and the long footnotes of life are either thick or light emotions and feelings.
The desolation and indifference of winter are like appreciating famous flowers and grasses. The lingering companionship and murmuring of snow and fruit are also confused. The Taixu Palace and the Mou Manor in the falling snow are so magnificent and atmospheric that they give birth to a different kind of magnificence and grace. The smiling young faces made the palace buildings carrying the vicissitudes of history stained with the fresh breath of the times. A beautiful girl and a handsome young man take a selfie in the snow, with the temperament of the main entrance of the manor at the big end as the background, let the bright smile freeze in the vicissitudes of historical sites; let the carved painting building, the steep corner layer, the Zhulan colored sill, the roof ridge walking beast slide over a silver bell-like laughter; let the furnace, copper crane, ancient wall soaked in the rhythm of some modern civilization.
The falling snow of the Taixu Palace and the ancient manor is not a kind of pyrotechnic beauty, not the majestic beauty of the Cangshan Erhai Sea, nor the beauty of the Qiantang hukou agitation, nor the graceful beauty of the Nine Streams of the West Lake. Her beauty lies in the accumulation and release of culture and civilization, is a reference for historical change and reproduction, is the coordinates of infinite amplification and integration of aesthetics, and is the white snow that gives another kind of salt plum spoon that realizes the visual feast of great love and beauty, so that the Taixu Palace and Mou's Manor in winter emerge with a different taste, shallow aftertaste, and rich integration.
While twilight is still tugging at the horizon, the dazzling snow in the sun has been submerged by the night. I like this silent and silent lying snow, she is not moving, but she lives out the brilliant clouds, and the loneliness of the evening star. I also like the poignant beauty of snow, more luxurious and brilliant than those flat and straightforward, snow has its own distinct personality of the slightly fleeting beauty, beauty in the beauty of a brief release, perhaps, ten thousand years too long, only to fight for the beauty of the day.
Looking at the flying snow in the sky, I can't help but think, since the winter snow is so cold and cold, why do people still look forward to snow, love snow and love snow? This may be because snow can sweep away dust, drive away pollution, purify the world, and moisturize everything. From this, I thought about how good it would be if the human world could be as white and unblemished as a snowflake? In fact, the human mind, the human heart, needs invisible snow to purify, nurture and purify.
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About the Author
Lin Chenggong, Qixia Temple descendants also. Born in a poor family, he grew up in a deep mountain village. Influenced by his family, he has loved the liberal arts since childhood. Although he is shallow and shallow, he has a original heart complex. Worked for Qixia Tobacco and engaged in copywriting. Treat the world indifferently and low-key, and pursue a peaceful life. Occasionally clumsy, it is inevitable that it is green and shallow. There is nothing else to do but be happy. He is a member of Yantai Prose Literature Society.
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