The winter is getting deeper and deeper, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the land is depressed and lonely, as if there is no longer a trace of life.
In ancient poems, it is said that thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear, this is winter. Cao Xueqin said that the white land is really clean. It's winter.
In the bitter cold weather, the world has lost its color and vitality. In winter, the whole world seems to be frozen, and even time has come to a standstill.
In winter, the most conspicuous thing is white. Before the ice condensed and the snow fell, the earth was still struggling with this devouring season, but it was losing again and again.
The fields are empty, and large areas of frozen soil are waiting for the return of the spring breeze. But this is a long wait, waiting and waiting, as if caught in a flood of eternity, I don't know what year it is. The mountains are thin and the water is cold, which can no longer be described as haggard, but a kind of hardness and indifference.
Many times, the sky is grayish-white, and if a bird flies by, it is dotted with a few small ink spots. Some of the dead trees under the sky still have a few yellow or red leaves, but they are also worried, and they may not survive the winter, and even, when a gust of wind comes, it will not be able to bear it.
Of course, there are also green leaf trees, but they also seem to be frozen, sealing the aura and vitality, and not moving at all. If you punch it over, I'm afraid that it will hurt your hand. Looking at it, one by one the cold colors, the dark and the light, the dry and the wet.
Winter is particularly dull, as if indifferent to anything, but time has not stood still. The winter is deeper, the cold is deeper, the water in the pond is frozen, the ducks no longer go into the water, and the willow trees on the shore are gray, and it is a boring and boring scene.
Just wait for a snowflake to fall, and between heaven and earth, it will be all white. The original gray, withered yellow, was instantly compared, as if a cluster of plain flowers bloomed, like spring coming to the world. The snow fell heavier, and countless Qiong Yao were floating all over the sky, so beautiful that people wanted to cry.
Winter white is a snow, a gift to the world. When the snow falls, the dead winter seems to have a fresh soul in an instant.
The falling white has a thrilling beauty, as if it is the first time to see, and it seems to be parting, it is love, it is relieved, it is lovesickness, it is the entanglement of life and life, it is the pain that cannot be forgotten, and it is the beauty that makes people indulge for thousands of years.
I hope that the snow will not stop falling, it does not have to end, the snow is the time that hisses and passes, the snow is an unforgettable affair, I hope it will always float and not have to come out of the memory.
In the snow is red dust, and in the snow is also outside the world. Everything is silent in the snow, and before spring comes, the world will endure too many tests, the wild grass will be covered with snow, and the dead branches will become like jade. And my house, my windowsill, are all favored by the snow.
A snowfall gave winter a new look. Looking at the clouds, the sky is grayish-white, and the frozen clouds are dim, as if they haven't fallen enough. In the yard, there is a layer of white, the roofs of the people are dazzling white, and the fields are also plain, and the world is covered in silver.
The white of winter covers the dead branches and leaves, the depressed earth, and the coldness and desolation of the winter in the world. It covered everything, even the mountain peak, as if it were carved from ice.
The whiteness of winter, everything is buried, all gone. There is only ice and snow, confronting time, the cold light reflects the winter, the snow is like a plain practice, and the world is more silent, as if the earth, this world, is all frozen in ice.
The world has become so simple, a color of white, and a ubiquitous cold. In winter, when the year comes to an end, everything is hidden, and the ice and snow are buried, which makes people feel a kind of loneliness that cannot be increased.
Heaven and earth are empty, layer by layer white, but you know, under the ice and snow, there are actually grass roots that are ready to move, there are branches that are still green in the heart, and there are plum blossoms that have produced buds, and they are about to take out the rouge and dress it up.
Ice and snow, although the winter is enveloped, but time is not static, and the things underneath are not really sleepless, just waiting for spring to knock on the door.
The white of winter, the end of reincarnation, the end of the year, what should be harvested, what should be harvested has already been harvested, what should be done, are almost the same, even if there are some regrets, let yourself go, this is the real world.
Winter white is a simple and subtle beauty, the simpler the color, the more all-encompassing the inside, it looks cold, but it is locked with deep affection. In the ice and snow, there is actually the soul of spring, peach and willow green, and the song and swallow dance of the warbler, all of which are obtained from this ice and snow.
The reincarnation of all things cannot escape a law, and the end is the beginning. The colder the season, the more life seems to be scarce, the more you should understand that in this merciless ice and snow, this vast land, is pregnant with warmth and vitality. After the withering, it will usher in germination, and no matter how thick the ice and snow are, it will not stop the pace of spring. The first goose yellow willow branch in spring is nourished by the spring water after the ice and snow melt. The peach blossoms and pear blossoms under the eaves, deep in their souls, not only love spring, but also recognize winter. They used to watch the winter quietly through the thick barrier of bark, protected by snow.
In the snow, birds that are not afraid of the cold jump and cry, as if they want to peck small holes in the snow to see if the snow has grown into spring.
Behold the wild fruits in the snow, red and bright, like dazzling beads, radiating the heat of fire and sun. The snow has blocked the season, and the endless white makes people quieter, more thoughtful, but also more open-minded.
Snow said that this is the end. Snow said again that this was the beginning. In winter, the heavens take away too many things, such as sunlight, such as the fragrance of flowers and green, such as the crops in the fields.
They all need to take a break. Heaven said, "You too can rest." So we stayed at home, baked the fire, talked about homely things, and the whole person relaxed.
But what about hopelessness? The plain white of winter is the rest of the whole earth, the snow has not melted, the fog is rising, and in the hazy room, I seem to see the shadow of spring.
The white color seemed to be a pear blossom blooming, hanging in clusters under the eaves. The wind blew it off piece by piece, and stepping on it was like a young dream.
I put the ice and snow in a jar, melt it into water, strain it, and make a pot of tea. You see that winter is so stubborn, but it can also be boiled.
Turn off the fire to the minimum, put some wax plum blossoms, and then cook slowly, the fragrance floats, and the whole person can be smoked. This is also the vitality of winter.
Under the winter snow, there is also wheat and cabbage, which will not hide because of the snow and ice. Wheat seems to be weak, but it can withstand snow after snow.
The cabbage is covered with snow, sturdy and sturdy, and has a kind of elegant beauty. Cut it and boil it, it's sweet, and the snow water is the most nourishing thing.
When spring begins, the wheat grows very well, and in a few days it changes greatly, and the whole field is green. Winter and cabbage are the best partners. Cabbage in other seasons always lacks some taste.
Ice and snow sealed the world, as if everything had stopped, between heaven and earth, only the wind spoke, and the "creaking" sound of dead branches being broken. Someone walked through the snow, slowly, a long series of deep footprints, that is the journey to spring, it is really desirable.
What's the hurry? When the snow melts, you will see the world again, and it will be very different. The world under the snow has unknown movements, and everything has been arranged in time.