Author: Wen Rengang.
The snowflakes are not allowed to be seen in the wind, and I don't know what year it is. Bitterly cold, cold even at noon.
Dusk sky, depressed environment. People take advantage of this to stay at home and rest, and the mountain village looks solemn. The streets are sparsely populated. Thousands of households shade windows and avoid doors, enjoying the fun of dwelling. Cooking wine around the stove and gossiping about the suffering of the ancestors. The temperature of the cold and damp soaked bones held people by the fire. Outside, snowflakes take advantage of people's brief pause and silence to dance wildly. Initially, one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces;Later, thousands of pieces of countless pieces;Later, they were raised, the heaven and the earth were general, and the earth was wrapped.
That's when I wanted to go outside. Outside, the snowflakes kissed my body, cleansed my soul, and opened my mind. As I walked across the fields, my head was covered with snow and my clothes were discolored. The heart is clear, and the body is cold.
In the distance, the mountains are like white horses passing through the gaps, jumping and rolling forward, straight to the sky. The mountains are all over the wilderness, the trees are like congealed fat, the peaks are covered with satin, the white is like practice, and there is a sparkling cold light everywhere.
Nearby, the branches and leaves are covered with snowdrifts. All around, there was a sound of snow drifting, whispering, and my heart heard the sound of snow falling. The sound of snow falling is like nibbling mulberry leaves, rustling and rhyme;Like a quiet throat flowing spring, moaning and complaining. The sound of falling snow is more like the old qin on Fanling, playing a slow requiem. The lightness of the falling snow, most like the skirt of a dancing girl, is elegant, and beautiful. Whispering with the snow, Ziyan murmuring, lingering. Talking to the snow, it is tranquil and pleasant, and the mood is open.
The white and pure snow god soldiers descended from the sky, floating in the air arrogantly and freely, landing with a sound, and thousands of forms. The hexagonal body is like a jade, the astrolabe is like a star, and the needle is shaped like a flower needle ......
Snow is a masterpiece of moisture and low temperatures, rich in nitrogen, and an angel of hope for seedlings and crops. Snow can freeze pests to death and water fertile fields. Snow protects the soil and helps plants grow faster. "This year's wheat cover is three feet of quilt, and the next year will sleep with steamed buns", and the expectation of "Ruixue Zhaofeng Year" has risen in my heart.
2023 Turn the page At this time, I have become the most lively and free person. Suddenly, the silence and purity of the world belong to me;Leisure and wealth belong to me!