I wrote the article "The Great Cold" a few days ago, and I thought that there were still three or four days before the beginning of spring, and it should not be cold for a few days. However, just when the great cold was about to pass, he was caught off guard and killed a horse pistol and fiercely brushed his sense of existence. No, early this morning, various images of snow dominated the headlines of many media.
Since the beginning of winter, there have been several light snowfalls. Due to the relatively high temperature, most of them are short-lived, and before they have time to enjoy it carefully, the snowflakes have long disappeared without a trace, which really makes many people complain with resentment. Many people want to empathize and say goodbye to love, and they have thrown themselves into Erbin's arms for thousands of miles.
Yesterday afternoon the sky was gray and drizzling at first. It started to turn to sleet around eight o'clock. Due to the extremely low temperature and the cold wind. When I woke up in the morning, I saw that the road was covered with a thin layer of snow, and the snow in the corner of the wall was almost up to my ankles.
Standing in the corridor and looking out through the window, the snow on the crop fields, the top of the hillside, and the eaves of the house was of different shades. Although it cannot be compared with the grand scene of thousands of trees and pear blossoms, it has finally fulfilled the wishes of many people. Therefore, there are also different opinions, some say that the snow is early, and some think that it is too small, and it is reasonable for everyone to be difficult to reconcile.
Early in the morning, the meteorological department issued a double warning of high winds and icy roads. In the past, the main road was full of traffic, and there were almost no pedestrians and vehicles in sight. Occasionally, there are passers-by, the speed of driving and riding is very slow, the spacing is also very long, the snow can still fall again, life can not be taken from the beginning, safety first should not be underestimated.
Looking at the lawn again, the yellowed and dry thatch, only a few tips were still exposed, and the cold wind blew and shivered. The rest of the dead grass is almost covered tightly with snow, and when you lean down, it looks as natural as a brocade quilt tailored for the grass, and you have to sigh at the magic of nature.
It came out after a long time. Walking on the side of the lawn, you will hear a creaking sound as you move your steps. It is a long-lost sound, which will make you feel unbearable to stop, unable to bear to settle down, will make you feel as if you are drunk but not drunk, will make you feel unable to extricate yourself, really drunk and do not know the way back.
When I turned around and looked again, there was another snow scene in the green belt. The leaves of holly and pines are covered with a thick layer. In particular, each leaf of holly is slowly loaded on it, like a blooming snow lotus, which makes you salivate and reluctant to touch it, verifying what can be seen from a distance and not be blasphemed.
On the day when the wind rises, smile at the falling flowers, and when the snow dances, raise a glass to the moon. Walking in the snow, will you remember that all the stories of growing up, with the cycle of the four seasons, have become a thing of the past. All the experiences in life, with the passage of time, have become unforgettable.
The heavy snow in the depths of my memory is boundless, and the silence is like poetry. I stood in the snow, silently watching. I felt the tranquility and warmth of life in a lonely place, the dreams that had passed away reappeared, the withered enthusiasm began to revive, and the hexagonal snowflakes fell from the sky, sighed softly, and melted in my hot heart.
Walking and walking, I can't help but think of the snow in Jiangbei, my heart is a little sour, jealous of those Jiangnan talents who were born in ancient times, the house is burning with charcoal stoves and incense, the red sleeves around me are grinding ink, and the snow is falling outside the window.
The desolation of the years is the destination of loneliness, and there are some people who turn around for ten years. Ten years later, when we meet between the flowers and willows, we can only say that you are no longer the you you used to be, and I am not the me I used to be. The encounter and dislocation are only in that moment, but it takes a lifetime, just like winter to spring, which makes people feel a lot of emotion.
Standing in the wind, letting the north wind blow across your cheeks, feeling the refreshing cold, the transparent cold, the shadow of the winter in your hometown is getting more and more distant and blurred. After leaving his hometown for so many years, I don't know if that miss is suspected of being a good dragon of Ye Gong. Ask softly: Is it snowing in your place?
Rizhao Great Poetry Brother February 1, 2024