Author: A distant sky
Source: Zhouzhi County Zeming College (ID: zzxzmsy)
One.
In March, the willow buds bloom green, the spring flowers bloom, and people's hearts sing the melody of spring. However, it was snowing. That afternoon, snowflakes arrived like fluttering fairies.
I stood excitedly in front of the window, admiring the magical creation of nature. At the beginning, the sky and the courtyard were filled with gentle drizzle, however, the first rays of spring rain could not resist this last winter, and the winter swayed its tail, quietly sweeping the tender spring, the weak rain, the snow girl was like a graceful willow, with a cool spring breeze quietly slanting down. At this moment, everything is really silent, beautiful!
The king appreciates the flowers and snow in the sky, and must think about the flowers scattered yesterday. The treetops outside the window are becoming whiter, the roof is whiter, and the ground is gradually turning white, only the lantern hanging on the umbrella-shaped maple branch in the courtyard is eye-catching, and The heavens have given it a silver-white hat, and its red face in the flying snow curtain makes me think about it. I couldn't suppress the happiness in my heart, pushed open the courtyard door, stepped on the snow to find plums, while admiring the white magnolia and red magnolia with buds in the snow, while remembering the snowball fights, snowballs, slides in the snow... It is the vicissitudes of time, and my heart is still young.
I walked as far as I could on the snow, my eyes catching the inch of the scenery, the steps of idle flowers. Lo and behold, yesterday's angry plum blossoms, at this moment, want to open and close, it seems to be with the snow girl in the game of hide, but also with the dance of snow. Isn't this the painter's proud snow red plum? Plum blossoms are like snow, snow is like plum blossoms, and they seem to be strange and not.
I was walking and walking as I pleased, when I suddenly heard a cat call, "Meow"... Fixed on it, a meter in front of her feet, a snow-white cat crouched under a plum blossom tree, and it looked at me and returned to its own world, as if contemplative, as if thoughtless, only occasionally combing her snow-white body with its snow-white paws.
I've had cats and dogs, and dogs are man's most loyal and purest friend, and once she enters your life, you become all she is. Cats are always their own owners. This white elf in front of me will quietly walk through the eaves of my house at 9 o'clock every morning, but never take half a step closer to us, today she is so close to me, I seem to be able to hear her delicate breathing, she is probably accepting me... My heart was filled with joy.
I continued to walk, overhead, the sky was low, only to see the clouds and low snow dancing, a flock of geese lined up in a neat human-shaped queue, flying from north to south, the clear and bright chirping of geese in the northern sky seemed particularly kind. Oh, the South, the South...
Two.
35 years ago, our family migrated from the northwest to Hainan Island. The clouds of the southern country, the strange flowers and trees of the southern country, the sea of the southern country and the wind of the southern country, as well as the rain of the southern country, the people of the southern country, are all hot and spicy, so that our mood is as bright and bright as the morning sun in the southern country every day.
The only drawback is that there is no snow in sight all year round. Every winter in the north, in Sanya at the end of the world, sir, he will read the weather forecast almost every day: Is it snowing in Xi'an? At that time, communication was not convenient, and as soon as we saw that there was snow in Xi'an, we would be inexplicably excited. Soon after moving to Haikou, a landline telephone was installed at home, and in the winter of the north, sometimes I received calls from relatives in my hometown in Shaanxi, and as soon as I heard that it was snowing, we asked over and over on the phone: Is the snow falling heavily? Is it thick or not? Did Zhangjiabao go down? Still underneath... Snowflakes and snow fields have become the most beautiful nostalgia for our hometown.
My son went south with us when he was 1 year old and 10 months old, and in the winter of the year when he was 5 and a half years old, my husband and I took him back to his hometown for the Spring Festival. Taking a steamboat from Haikou for a day and a night, and from Guangzhou by train for two days and one night, the little guy asked curiously all the way: Mom, what does snow look like? What does snow look like? I want to see the snow! After several days and nights of running, I finally arrived in Xi'an, took a bus to Dumb Bai Town, and walked back to Zhangjiabao from the town. There had just been a snow a few days ago, and there was thick snow everywhere, and the son couldn't help but run to the snow with joy, holding the silver-white velvet in his small hand, and shouted excitedly: Mom, isn't this salt? So much salt...
The sky was beautiful, and on the first day of the Chinese New Year that year, it was really a heavy snowfall. Tiangong is like a huge "goose", from early in the morning can shake its wings vigorously, there is no prelude, no prelude, as soon as it appears, it is a goose feather snow. The ground turned white, the roof turned white, and stacks of firewood, ridges of fields, persimmon trees, and farmhouses all turned into vivid statues with different images in an instant.
I took my son's hand, walking, running, laughing in the snow, my son rolled in the snow, building snowmen, playing, Mr. Greeted the snow flying in the sky and recited loudly: "Northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting..." The son's silver bell-like laughter and Mr. Magnetic recitation, for a long time in the early morning of the snowy field, echoing in his hometown Zhangjiabao, still thinking back, all this is still vividly remembered, the sound is in the ears...
Three.
26 years ago, our family moved from Hainan to Beijing. This is the real "Northern Country", the four seasons are distinct, and nature is like a march that changes in an orderly manner. Spring is coming, the flowers are red and willowy green; summer is coming, the sun is like fire; autumn is coming, the fruit is abundant; winter is coming, and the weather is cold and frozen. After all, we were born in the north, and we still prefer the four seasons of reincarnation in the north. However, beijing has much less rain than Hainan, and snow seems to be scarce in Beijing.
My husband was a farmer when he was young, and in that "war against the heavens and the earth" years, his grandfather, who had spent most of his life in the south and north, said to him: How can people overcome the heavens, and all things in the world are the greatest. Maybe it's the shadow of a teenager, whenever it snows in winter, sir he will always say: "Ruixue Mega Year." ”
Whenever it rains in the spring, he will also say: "Spring rain is as expensive as oil." "I have a stubborn love for rain and snow. When it rains outside, he will stand in front of the window for a long time, watching the small rain turn into heavy raindrops, into downpours, and at that moment, he is full of joy. Every winter, he would look forward to the snow and look forward to the anxiety. But once it snowed, he couldn't help but be like a child, often walking out of the room alone, sometimes dragging me and my son for a walk in the snow.
At the foot of Baiwang Mountain on the outskirts of Beijing, we once left our family's happiest years, and my husband and I often remembered that winter of that year, that snowflake-filled afternoon, the apple orchard, our family of three held hands and walked around in the thick snow.
The snow comes and goes silently, the snow goes without a shadow, and the warmth and tranquility that cannot be erased are forever frozen in the window of our hearts. Also, that winter of that year, that night, the wide Chang'an Avenue, the pieces of flying snow drifting in the air, turned purple for a while under the brilliant lights, turned blue for a while, and turned orange for a while, which was dazzling. That night, our family walked on this ten-mile long street for more than an hour...
Beijing's rain and snow are scarce, but in some years, some winters, some times, Beijing's snow is called "Yanshan snowflakes as big as a mat", this time, for people living here, it is a festival, for children, it is a grand festival. In recent years, there seems to be more rain in Beijing, and the snow in winter seems to be more and denser, but snow days are still a festival for northerners.
Four.
The years are like shuttles and songs, and the past is like smoke and snow. Shaking off a body of wind and dust, it was another snowy afternoon. When I returned from the snow, I sat at the desk, brewed a cup of tea, put a guqin song, people often say, the guqin is played for myself, and I occasionally pluck the strings when I am in a good mood. At this time, listening to the piano and listening to the snow, the piano is like snow, the snow is not the piano, I seem to have melted into an illusion.
The snow is quiet. Come quietly, go quietly. The sound of the piano is clear and leisurely, the notes are clear and leisurely, and the melody is completely relaxed.
Snow is simple, holy and simple. No wonder kids love snow. When I was a kid, I loved building snowmen and snowballball fights, and my son loved building snowmen when he was a kid. White and pure snowflakes and snowflakes are piled up with dreams in the hearts of children, and also pinned on their happiness, growth and hope.
Snow still fluttered outside the window, and the grass in the courtyard was already white. My mind flew back to the last snow of the winter.
The snow fell so big and big last time, that day, the little grandson and his father piled up a snowman in the yard, and after a while, the little grandson pushed the door and shouted: Grandparents look, the snowman is piled up! aha! The chubby snowman, two red dates become the eyes of the snowman, a red pepper becomes the red nose of the snowman, and the red lantern hanging on the branches looks extremely funny and cute against the background, while the little grandson's red face reveals a special sense of solemnity and achievement.
This time, the snow will soon melt. It is early spring, and although the spring snow is fluttering, it is finally spring. At a glance, the plum blossom picked on the windowsill, which was still a flower bone yesterday, is now in full bloom. A friend left a message in the WeChat circle: I yearn for the sanctity of snow, I embrace the brightness of spring, and I love all the beauty of nature. Yes, nature is so beautiful, so beautiful...