Prose:
Snow falls in small years
Zhang Yaoyu Wen
Wake up in the morning, the window is white, the snow reflects the earth, and today is the "small year" in the traditional festival, the snow is a good year, the first snow of the small year, to the fireworks in the world, ordinary people in the home, added infinite joy and yearning for a better life.
This snow can't stand the chatter, last night I got together with two or three friends in a teahouse, talking about New Year's expectations, and when the words came to my mouth, I also complained that this God, winter is almost over, and there is not a single snowfall. The day after tomorrow is the beginning of spring with the 24 solar terms, and the four seasons have begun a new round of replacement. This snow also seems to understand people's intentions, and it comes quietly, and the crystal clear snowflakes condense into a holy Hada, which is the best gift for Xiao Nian. This snow is the elf of winter, a piece of snowflakes like a fairy descending to earth, dancing with the wind, fluttering and sprinkling, graceful and colorful, for the earth to put on a new dress for the New Year.
The snow falls in the new year, full of life.
Perhaps because I hadn't seen snow for a long time, I couldn't resist the temptation of snow, so I quickly got up, put on a thick cotton coat to keep out of the cold, and hurriedly went downstairs and walked out of the community in three steps and two steps, strolling through the streets of the small city, stepping on the snow that did not cover the surface of my feet, just like stepping on a thick wool carpet, feeling soft and comfortable. Take a deep breath and fill your mouth with freshness, this long-lost feeling is suddenly refreshing.
The trees in the streets and alleys of the town are covered with snow, and even the colorful lanterns that have just hung on the trees are obscured by the snow, and these snowflakes are like white flowers, blooming in a variety of colors on the branches. The rooftops of several bungalows in the town, as well as the cars parked on both sides of the road, the newly built antique shops on Shoulu Street, and the three newly built flyovers in the middle of the city, are covered in a thick layer of snow, and everything is extraordinarily peaceful and serene.
Walking in the wind and snow to the People's Cultural Square, I saw the children who had been on winter vacation, playing in the snow to their heart's content. Men and women dressed in colorful cotton clothes, building snowmen and having snowball fights, adding a beautiful atmosphere to the town. Laughter, cheers, and roars echoed over the wide square; the 14 optimus primes, like monuments, stood in the snowy sky, giving people a thick and gorgeous new vision; on both sides of the rostrum, symbolizing the prosperity of the scene, and the reliefs of the country and the people's peace were also particularly conspicuous and solemn under the reflection of the snow; the colorful plastic flowers on the newly arranged flower beds on both sides of the square seemed to bloom in the snow, presenting a beautiful scenery. Standing in the middle of the square, I deeply felt that the appearance of the town had changed dramatically in the past year, and a sense of pride was born.
The snow falls in the new year, and the stove is sacrificed.
The snow falls in the young year, which is not interesting. It is most pleasant for a family to reunite around the stove and talk about the harvest year. The traditional New Year has arrived, and the taste of "New Year" in the small city is getting stronger and stronger, and the hard-working and simple people in the small town have hung the red lanterns and red lanterns all over the streets and alleys. This snowfall is at the right time, the snow is auspicious, and the smell of fireworks in the world sets off a different cheerful and festive atmosphere.
Small year, snow, lanterns, red lanterns, as the prelude to the New Year, has been slowly opened, the twenty-third day of the lunar month, a small reunion in the world. Except for the old year, welcome the new year, the flavor of the year is getting stronger, and the court is full of joy.
On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, there are seven days left for the New Year. From this day on, the New Year's goods of every household have been almost ready, and the wanderers from afar have returned home one after another, the flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year, and the family is immersed in laughter and laughter, looking forward to the arrival of the Spring Festival in the Year of the Dragon.
The snow falls in the new year, and the happiness is boundless.
The traditional festival meets the snow, and the full moon is wrapped in silver. On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, the sound of snow falling also awakened the withered countryside and fields, and dressed the mountains and rivers and the earth in festive costumes. A childhood playmate in the countryside used his mobile phone to take pictures of the snowy scenery in the snowy village covered with smoke and exposed it to the circle of friends, and the most liked were relatives and friends who had lived in the city for a long time. At this moment, the happiest are the farmers, and the snow before the beginning of spring is also transparent, and the snow is the happiest thing for them.
In the snow, it is known that spring is coming, and the cold plum is dotted with Qiong branches. After the New Year, the Spring Festival is approaching, and the snowflakes flying in the sky send sincere blessings, wishing everyone a safe and happy year, and a healthy and blessed garden every year.
Editor in charge: Rong Feng
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