It has to be said that the rainy season in winter is accompanied by snowflakes, which quietly and silently stain the sky and the earth white. In that snowy winter, countless laughter was annihilated in the "crunch" snow, once a year, how many bright memories were sealed by ice and snow?The day before yesterday, I went back, and the dog told me the truth, it was snowing in my hometown, and I didn't realize that I remembered the cold and windy winter, walking alone in the empty snow, and thinking of the chivalrous and tender "Love in the Snow", which seemed to be still echoing in my ears, and the aftermath was lingering and enduring. I thought that yesterday morning's snow would coincide with the event, and it would leave us with a world of pink makeup, but I was very surprised, but I didn't expect it to snow here!However, I didn't expect the snow here to be so subtle and delicate, it only lasted for one morning, and then turned into endless rain in the afternoon. Knowing that it had snowed in Jiangsu, I didn't feel a little regret. When will the snow in Zhejiang bring a poetic elegance?
I have to say that on every night when the drizzle knocks on the window, it is inevitable to think of those stormy pasts. In a desolate riverside city, snow seems to be a rare luxury. And often, such a scene will emerge in my mind: the unreachable river embankment is white, and the endless river beach is also covered in silver, and the white that stretches the sky is completely integrated with the sky, I don't know whether the clouds in the sky fall to the world, or the snow in the world covers the sky, a myth of the snowy Jiangnan is just an illusion of wanting to enter the wrong!On this great river with ebbs and flows, even if not a single bird has ever flown over, how can there be a snowy embellishment?As for such novel events as winter fishing and winter swimming, I am afraid that only people who are too full are keen on such abnormal things, and ordinary people are afraid that only Lotte knows their fate!
Perhaps, every winter can't catch up with the snow in the old capital, and this year is certainly no exception. In the years that still have memories, but whenever it is cold and biting snowy days, we radish heads must be wearing thick cotton clothes and cotton pants, but for the wild monkeys who are stubborn and childish, no matter how cold they are, they have to ignore the fire at home, full of curiosity and spirit, and go straight to the outside world to walk around a few times, as if the outside world is not so cold, but they feel cold inside, so they stay at home all day long, hide in the bed and be as timid as a turtle with a shrunken head, ** a little" Winter practice Sanjiu, summer practice Sanfu "fighting the spirit and spirit of the heavens and the earth".Not to mention the ruthlessness of the border soldiers?It is simply incomparable, although there is no elegance of skiing and skating, and there is no heroic chivalry of "swords in the snow", but it is also in the world of ice and snow, without losing the joy of childlike innocence. No matter how you say it, you should believe in the age of the horse, don't tie the cage net, when I was a child, I went to the mountains with a group of mud-legged people to catch hares and pheasants in that bleak winter, that kind of fresh and interesting momentum, I am afraid that at this age, I am out of breath when I climb a few flights of stairs, and it seems that I only have the desire to sigh! !
Perhaps, in every bleak season, there are some long-frozen stories, suitable to tell the snowflakes flying in the sky. The light and tranquil snow, like elves scattered in the world, stretches across the mountains and forests, fills the grasslands, freezes the rivers and seas, covers the roofs and buildings, and wraps the acres of fields, from beginning to end in its original form, presenting in the vast world, all of which are breathtaking. There is no need to say the compassion of "Hanhai is dry and a hundred feet of ice, and the clouds are bleak and bleak", there is no need to sigh the melancholy of "I want to cross the Yellow River and the ice and the river, and I will climb the mountains full of snow in Taihang", I don't have to read the stunning color of "thousands of peaks, bamboo shoots, thousands of jades, ten thousand trees and pineapples, and ten thousand flowers", and I don't have to envy the wonder of "opening the door in the morning and the snow is full of mountains, the snow is clear and the clouds are light and the sun is cold", and I don't have to like the spectacular ...... of "the moon outside the crystal curtain and the layers of snow on the pear blossom branches".Although it is just an unpretentious winter snow, in the eyes of literati and ink writers, it is a topic that will not be extinguished for thousands of years. It is said that the sound of falling snow, the voice of longing, and the knots of the heart that have been covered by the passing years, are not unheard, but, after we cherish them with our hearts, we moisten them with ink, and finally, write a story of flowers and moons, just wait for a snowy night, I will, through the white snow, quietly narrate.
After all, everyone's world does not have to tend to the same, each has its own wonderful, each has its own light, each has its own ability, each has its own joys and sorrows, each has its own gains and losses, each has its own life creation, its own flowers bloom and fall, each has its own sunny weather and snow. No one cares, no matter if your skills are not as good as others, whether your feelings are deep, or whether you are uneasy, there is nothing to resist the test of time, nothing to come easily, and nothing to be like a fish in waterIt's just a whim-of-the-moment thought, it's just a fateful arrangement, you have to try to calm down and do what you have to do, instead of letting your heart be irritable and anxious, destroying your little enthusiasm and concentration!
After all, the summer of life is suitable for unrestrainedness, and the winter needs to be hidden. When we have gone through a period of prosperity and enthusiasm, gone through the vicissitudes of wind and rain, seen through the prosperity and decline of prosperity and decline, and exhausted the ever-changing world, what is there to worry about?What else is there to cling to?What else can't be put down?It is inevitable that the reincarnation of season after season, each occupies the mountain as the king, each builds grass as the city, each rises and falls, each is far and near, each leaves return to the roots, and each is close to the origin of life. When you survive the most difficult days alone, you will no longer want to find any support, silence is not because of poor words, but because of an empty heart, do not resent, do not resent, and face everything calmly.
The winter wind has not risen and fallen, and the chaotic mountains are inseparable.
Lin Ting saw that there was no shadow of the snow, and Guan He was cold for a while
The wine is exhausted, the lights are gone, and the wind and snow are shining in the sky.
Gallop to the north of the horse more arrogant, singing to the south wind to the sound of death.
There are no strange things overseas, and there is only Lu Kwai Sheng in the country.
I don't know when Bing Yan is, but when I see the plum blossoms, my eyes will be clear.