Winter in Tianjin is cold and hard. The bitter wind was raging endlessly next to the fragile ear roots, blowing the campus more and more deserted and empty. The wasteland outside the dormitory had also scattered the last trace of green, completely deserted, the regular and lifeless little trees stiffly inserted their bare branches into the gray sky, and the half-frozen lake surface had no sparkling light, and there was silence in this solemn atmosphere. A longing suddenly arose in my heart, to look at the snow, it was like meeting an old friend who had not been seen for a long time, saving the greeting, just wanting to meet.
Snow is always the most beautiful word to decorate winter. When snowflakes suddenly fall from the gray sky, this difficult winter also becomes cute. Snow, which was initially small, went unnoticed. It fell gently on the withered branches, on the ground that had been frozen solidly, on the streets on which it walked every day, on the shoulders, like the not-so-warm but touching first greeting of this dry winter, it was only a thin layer, and people could not bear to step on it, for fear of destroying the hard-won, long-lost first snow.
Gradually, the snow grew stronger, sprinkled with foreign water, and after a while, the world changed its appearance. Like an eraser, it smears away all the edges and corners of the world in the eyes, softens the hard lines of winter, and the gloomy sky becomes somewhat brighter under the reflection of the snow. Inadvertently, the world has become a world of snow. The ears suddenly became quiet, the original whistling north wind, the harsh roar, the noisy conversation, all disappeared into this vast snow world at the moment, and the quiet could only hear the sound of feet rustling on the snowflakes, so fascinating. Looking around, the thoughts seemed to spread out, through the familiar campus, through the road to the unknown, and finally dissipated at the end of the field of vision, nowhere to go. In this faint haze, the distance also seems to be within reach, and it becomes intimate and lovely.
At this moment, the people of hindsight met the snow, rushed out of the dry and warm classroom, as if to a feast, unloaded the depression of life they had just experienced, and like a naughty boy, threw the snowball that had just been grabbed to the acquaintance. This piece of heaven and earth is so lively. In between, the scale of the war became larger and larger, familiar, strange, pleasing to the eye, not so pleasant, and at this moment it was as if they had let go of their mustard and restraint and plunged into this rare enthusiasm that did not know where it came from. If you look down from God's point of view, the fiery pleasure of the high is like constantly climbing upwards, burning the flame of the heart, licking the boiling water of this pot that is about to boil. First sporadic, divergent bubbles, and then, as if some kind of tacit understanding had been reached between the blisters, one after another, suddenly boiling, boiling, and the last trace of restraint between heaven and earth was also broken, filled with this full passion.
Unconsciously, the shadows gradually became scarcer, and under the invasion of night, they returned to the cold. This snow seems to have been the strength of a year, still falling tirelessly, without stopping. The traces of the original bustle were also covered up again, as if nothing had happened. Orange lights are scattered across the streets, giving the illusion of warmth, and when touched, they are cold to the touch. He could only sigh softly, wrap his collar tightly, and turn away.
Author (Yang Lei)