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Early in the morning, I saw the circle of friends saying that Beijing ushered in the first snow in winter.
It seems that the whole network has been waiting for a snow, and it has finally arrived after the heavy snow season. Beijing, turned into Beiping;The Forbidden City became the Forbidden City. The red walls and golden tiles, the carved railings and painted buildings, and the snowflakes that are fluttering one after another, carry a strong historical atmosphere. Chen Feng's past also broke through the sky like clouds and snow.
The snow falls silently, the thoughts are tangible, at this moment, who do you think of?
In winter, because of this snow, it becomes romantic, there is the romance of waiting, and there is also the joy of finally waiting.
Mu Xin's poem says: Where the heart desires, the plain shoes can go. If you don't come again, I'm going to snow.
It was the snow that had been waiting for spring, summer and autumn, as if it had exhausted the flowers of spring, saved enough of the green of summer, picked the fruits of autumn, and finally waited for a snow in the cold winter.
That is also a lover who has been waiting for the past and present lives, just like a person who has crossed thousands of years, collected merits, practiced for several lifetimes, stood between thousands of mountains and rivers, and waited with the deep affection of life and life, finally came.
The white sky seems to have traces of the frightening past. The silent woods are also quietly waiting for the love affair of the snow country.
The distant mountains have bones, sharp and tangible;Near the water, the cold moon is like silver. In the field, in the steppe;Waiting, waiting. By the river, in the mountain stream;Seeking, calling.
Meet in spring, ripen in summer, harvest in autumn, and reunite in winter.
Under the silver glow of the wind and snow, the heroic posture is cool;Wrapped in silver, it is extraordinarily elegant. The joy of reunion;The road is endless, deep attachment;Constant hope, endless thoughts.
A thought, the wind rises, and the geese return. One thought, the snow falls, and the heart is at ease. The west wind is tight, the geese fly south, and the autumn moon is white;The snowflakes are condensed, the plum is beginning to bloom, and the sleeves are only fragrant.
Waiting for the first snow, it seems that all the thoughts have been exhausted, all the thoughts have been put in, so how much joy should there be when the snow comes?
The snow is cold, the sunset is happy, the ice spring is confidant, and the year is warm.
The snow has fallen, the heart has been settled, and the next thought is the red plum blossom.
Wen Liu Yueqing——
With the pen of time, write the beauty of time.
The world is sober, the four seasons are evergreen** prose poems, the heart is warm, and the years are peaceful.
Wind and snow, while owning, while clearing.