The ice and snow in winter have brought passion and inspiration to countless literati and scholars, and have presented a variety of beautiful things in everyone's pen. After admiring the snowflakes that have been away from Chongqing for 20 years, everyone also came to appreciate the beauty of Xuanying written by famous artists.
The best part is a little snow. Look, the dwarf pines on the mountain are getting greener and darker, and the tips of the trees are topped with a bun of white flowers, like Japanese caretakers. The tip of the mountain was completely white, and a silver edge was set on the blue sky. On the slopes of the mountains, where the snow is thicker, and where the grass is still exposed; in this way, one white, one dark yellow, put on a flower coat with a water pattern for the mountains; looking at it, this flower coat seems to be blown by the wind, so that you want to see a little more beautiful mountain skin. When it was almost sunset, the yellowish sunlight slanted on the mountainside, and the thin snow seemed to suddenly hurt the shame, slightly revealing a little pink. It's a little snow, Jinan can't stand the snow, those hills are too beautiful!
——Lao She, "Winter in Jinan"
The weather was overcast, and snow flakes were flying in clusters. The world that was originally a desolate winter, covered with white and soft snow, seemed to be rich and warm... At this time, every tree was covered with snow, which was really "like a spring breeze in the night, and thousands of trees and pear blossoms" were blooming.
——Zong Pu, "Red Beans"
The snow is like small silver beads, like small raindrops, like willow poplar flowers, and they have hung up the white curtains for us. Looking up through the sparse snow curtains, the tall buildings in the distance, faintly, seemed to be in the fog, as if in the clouds, looking particularly good. I stepped on the wet pavement, and a chattering and proud voice came to my ear: "Look, I'm coming." ”
——Pan Kaihua, "Ah, White Snow"
Snowflakes fell quietly. The flying snowflakes, one after another, like dandelions in the sky, and like countless small and indescribable lives, trembled, floated and rippled in the vast night sky. The look is so pleasant, the change is so magical. Tian Jing seemed to feel that a giant white wing was covering the earth in the darkness, and unconsciously there was a white expanse in front of him.
——Ji Yu, "Snowflakes, Drifting Quietly"
This winter was particularly cold, with snow more than two feet thick. When I woke up in the morning, the dampers couldn't be pushed open. And large chunks of dark clouds in the sky, like tiles, stacked on top of each other. The snow continued to fall, and it looked like God really wanted to fill the space between heaven and earth. The ground on the mountain was covered with a thick white quilt, and the heavens and the earth were connected, and the white expanse looked strange and beautiful.
——Feng Deying, "Bitter Cauliflower"
Half of the city's smokers, jagged roof tiles, there are still a little bit of unmelted spring snow... There are also mountains near and far wearing white hats, and the two towers standing on the banks of the mountains and waters, and the rivers flowing back to the east, west and south of Lanxi County, clearly pointing out this snowy scene in Jiangnan, which is not even rich.
- Yu Dafu,"Out of the Run"
The snow in Jiangnan is moist and beautiful; it is the news of youth that is still looming... There are blood-red baozhu camellias in the snowy fields, single-petal plum blossoms in white and hidden green, wax plum blossoms with dark yellow chimes; and cold green weeds under the snow. But after shuofang's snowflakes flew, they were always like powder, like sand, and they never adhered, and they were scattered on the house, on the ground, on the dry grass, and that was it... Under a sunny day, the whirlwind suddenly came, and it flew vigorously, shining brilliantly in the daylight, like a fog containing flames, rotating and rising, filling space, making space spin and rise and flicker.
—— Lu Xun, "Snow"
The windows are the most charming frames of the house. The weather changes the scenery in the frame. On those days when the winter was at its thickest, the heat in the house and the sunlight outside the window worked together to melt the ice and snow on the frozen glass; it always dissolved from the middle first and spread to all sides. Through this wonderful ice cave, I found that the world of the harsh winter was the brightest. Empty, lofty, clear and solemn! Except for the rare days of snow, most of the time there is not even a little cloud, and the birds do not dare to fly up, not only because of its cold silhouette, but because it is so big... It's so big that you feel small as soon as you look up. Only at night, in the cold sky, there are stars twinkling.
—— Feng Jicai, "Winter Whispers"
The quietest thing is a cloud in the sky and the old tree under the cloud. At breakfast, the snow began to fall again. There was no wind, the snow fell very lightly, very evenly, very freely, and did not dissolve on the ground, accumulated vainly, and covered up everything. Between heaven and earth, there is no longer any space. The wheat seedlings were under the thick snow, the leaves did not grow or die, and the roots had to be dug down with the air. A few old-fashioned peasants stood at the edge of the ground, grabbed the snow with their hands, pinched a ball, and said, "That snow, good snow, winter is not cold, summer is not hot, the grain will not be fruitful." They laughed and shouted back to simmer the shochu and drink it.
——Jia Pingwa, "Winter Scene"
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