Wen Niu Chuanbao (Yuanyang, Henan).
Du Mu wrote about frost, writing that it was amazing that "stop and sit in love with the maple forest at night, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers";Du Fu writes about the rain and its dedication to "sneaking into the night with the wind and moisturizing things silently";Meng Jiao wrote about the wind and wrote about the joy of "the spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day".I want to write about snow, write about its magnificence of "thousands of peaks, bamboo shoots, stones, thousands of jade, ten thousand trees, pineapples, and ten thousand silver".
I love snow and its majestic atmosphere of "thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting". Winter is depressed, unforgiving, and cruel. Listen, the north wind howls like wolves howling in the wildernessYou see, the clouds are like lead and mist, and they are so gloomy that people are chilling.
The north wind took advantage of the situation to take away the green, and the severe frost had already scared the flowers to death. The grass withered, the lotus leaves withered, the willows removed their makeup, and even the chrysanthemum plum, which was known for its hardiness, shivered in the north wind without a trace of pride.
The sun seemed to be afraid of the obscenity of winter, and timidly hid behind the thick clouds and did not dare to show half of its face. The sky is white and vast, and the blue sky is foggy. There was a net in the air, a huge silver-gray net.
Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom." In the north wind in the early morning, it is like thousands of fairies scattering flowers in the air, such as catkins, goose feathers, pear blossoms, and wool. Snowflakes, dancing in the wind;Snowflakes descend on the world at night.
Snowflake, you are the elf of winter, you are the messenger of spring!
I love snow and its "Mountain Dance Silver Snake, Original Chi Wax Elephant" wrapped in silver. The snow did not stop all night, and the morning came all over the silver. As far as the eye can see, it becomes a fairy tale world: the concrete floor is covered with a layer of cotton, thick, white, and felt-like;The half-man-tall holly on the side of the road is even more lovely, with a thick cream on her head, silver white on the top and turquoise on the bottom, I am afraid that only nature can create such a wonderful work.
The best thing is the Tasson tree in the square, with its pointed and round head, as if some naughty child was wearing a cone-shaped little white hat, and Tasson is still shaking his head in the wind, which is really as funny as Santa Claus.
The narrow one over there, the thin bamboo leaves are also covered with a thick layer of snow. The wind blows, the bamboo can not bear the weight of the snow, trembling and moving, suddenly the blades turn sideways, such as jade and powder of the snow have risen and fallen, startled the bamboo forest hidden in the flower cat "meow" ran out, the body hit the bamboo, the bamboo shook the snow on the fallen leaves, and the snow fell again like flour.
In winter, the wheat covers the three-layer quilt, and the next year sleeps with steamed buns". Xuehua, you are the expectation of farmers, you are the hope of a good harvest!
I love snow, it nourishes all things, and it has the quality of having no desires. After the beginning of spring, the sun slowly turns red, and the east wind slowly comes. Behold, the thick ice of San'in is getting thinner day by day;The snow in Ha Yang turns yellow day by day. The light green of the new grass is exposed in the sunny ditch, and the bamboo in front of the building is rendered green again.
The temperature is rising little by little, and the snow is melting day by day. The snow becomes spring water, and the new sprouts are moistened. The winter snow does not linger for the purple and red spring, and it quietly leaves in "whose new swallow pecks the spring mud";The winter snow does not need attention, it disappears in the noise of "a few early warblers competing for warm trees".
Snowflake, you have the quality of red candles turning into ashes, and you have the spirit of falling red to protect flowers!
Praise you, the soul of winter – snowflakes.
About the Author:
Niu Chuanbao is a Chinese teacher at the No. 1 Junior High School in Yuanyang County, Henan Province. Senior teacher of primary and secondary schools, outstanding teacher of Henan Province, winner of Xinxiang Mayor Quality Award, model class teacher of Xinxiang City, and top ten famous teachers in Yuanyang County. All the way to the plow, all the way to harvest.