Snow at the end of the sea
The end of the sea is my hometown. An ordinary village located in the eastern Henan Plain, which can no longer be ordinary. Except for the poetic name, like most rural villages, it has no characteristics. However, I still love her intensely and attach great importance to her. I like her spring, summer, autumn and winter, simple and unpretentious, I like her cooking smoke, fireworks in the world, I like her quiet and peaceful, and the folk customs are simple. If I had to choose one of her makeup looks like my favorite, well, I'd choose winter snow.
Winter snow always comes unexpectedly. Or fluffy snow, or goose feather snow, a thread, a piece. Needless to say, Xiaoxue is not alarmed, fleeting, and leaves no traces. What is gratifying, of course, is the heavy snowfall. For me, the snowy weather is my favorite. Dense snowflakes filled almost the entire heaven and earth, covering the sky. At this time, the land of the Central Plains was reckless, and the sky was dark. Walking in the snow, listening to the rustling of snow, watching the snow dance, or raising your face and sticking out your tongue, and taking a few snowflakes into your mouth, there is a sweetness like white sugar, and it is like the freshness of ice cream, so comfortable. Leaning slightly, as far as the eye can see, it will be covered with a layer of white white yarn, such as jade and fat, such as Lian.
The snow of the end of the sea, although it is not as majestic as the snow of the mountains, is wild as the snow of the Gobi in the plains. But it has a silky warmth like jade, and the ingenuity of a small jasper. One is the watchman in the wheat field, the piece is the passer-by on the roof, the one is the wedding dress of the tree, and the one is the silver dress on the courtyard wall. If the sun is shining in the morning, there will be chirping birds coming to make noise, calling you to watch the snow scene together. There are also dogs with plum blossoms printed all the way, decorating the snow. There are also cheering children who are unbridled and laughing. For the love of snow, what is engraved in the bones, cannot be replaced, cannot be lost.
The snow at the end of the sea is no different from other places. The reason why I love it the most is because I am so attached to the time when my father was clearing the snow, my mother was in the kitchen, and I was in bed. #冬天该有的样子冰天雪地
