Zhumen and Penghu are also affected by its quilt, and there is no difference between the carved fence and the urn and the mulberry tree. The potholes on the ground, the dead branches and broken stems on the ice, and the debris on the road were all covered by a crane thrown by the heavens.01 Lu Xun.Snow is such a selfless duke, decorating beautiful things, but also covering up all the filth, although not for too long.
Liang Shiqiu.
The rain of the warm country has never changed into a cold, hard, brilliant snowflake.
Knowledgeable people thought he was monotonous, and he himself thought he was unluckyThe snow in the south of the Yangtze River is so moist and beautiful;That's the news of youth that is still fainting, and it's a very strong virgin.
There are blood-red Baozhu camellia in the snowy field, a single-petaled plum blossom with hidden blue in white, and a wax plum blossom with a dark yellow chimeThere are also cold green weeds underneath the snow. There are no butterflies;Whether the bees came to pick the honey of the camellia and plum blossoms, I can't really remember. But in front of my eyes, I could see the winter flowers blooming in the snow, and there were many bees busily flying, and I could hear them buzzing.
The children were red from the cold, and their little hands like purple sprouts and ginger were seven or eight together to shape the snow arhats. Because it didn't work, someone's father also came to help. The Arhat was much taller than the children, although it was only a small pile at the top and a big one at the bottom, and finally it was impossible to distinguish whether it was a pot Lu or an Arhat, but it was very white and bright, and it was glued together with its own moisture, and the whole thing was shining brightly. The children used the longan core to make him eyeballs, and stole rouge from someone's mother's fat powder to put on his lips. This time he was indeed a great arhat. He sat in the snow with burning eyes and red lips.
Several more children came to visit him the next day;Yes, he clapped his hands, nodded, and giggled. But he finally sat alone. The sunny day came to dispel his ** again, and the cold night made him freeze again, turning into an opaque crystal appearance;The continuous sunny days made him wonder what it was, and the rouge on his mouth had faded.
However, after the snowflakes of Shuofang have flew, they will always be like powder and sand, and they will never stick to them, and they will be sprinkled on the house, on the ground, on the withered grass, and that's it. The snow on the house has already been digested, because of the warmth of the fire in the house. Others, on a sunny day, when a whirlwind came suddenly, flew vigorously, and shone brightly in the sun, like a mist containing flames, whirling and rising, filling the space, and making it spin and rise and shimmer.
In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, the spirit of the rain ...... swirling and rising
Yes, it was lonely snow, dead rain, and the spirit of rain.
02 Lao She.
The best part is a little snow.
Look, the dwarf pines on the mountain are getting greener and blacker, and the tips of the trees are covered with white flowers, like Japanese nurses. The top of the mountain was completely white, giving the blue sky a silver edge. On the slopes, the snow is thicker in some places, and the grass is still exposed in some placesIn this way, one is white, the other is dark yellow, and the mountains are dressed in a flower dress with water patterns;Looking at it, this flower dress seems to be blown by the wind, so that you want to see a little more beautiful mountain skin.
When the sun was about to set, the yellowish sunlight was slanting on the mountainside, and the thin snow seemed to suddenly be shy, revealing a little pink. It's a little snow, Jinan can't stand the heavy snow, those hills are too delicate!
03 Liang Shiqiu.
A snowflake contains countless crystals, and a crystal has many faces, each of which reflects light, so the snow is so white.
When I was young, I heard that there was a story about cooking snow and tea, and I was curious, so I went to the courtyard to pick up a layer on the surface of the newly fallen snow, put it in a retort to melt into water, boil, walk seven steps, use a small Yixing pot, make a big red robe, pour it into a small tea cup, taste it carefully, raise the cup that has been drunk dry, and sniff it three or two times on the end of my nose - I don't feel the wind in the armpits at all, but I feel that the tongue is idle and strong.
I looked at the remaining snow again, as if it was necessary to beat it with alum!Air pollution, snow can't keep it clean. One year, when I was on the road to Bianluo Road, my car broke down on the way, it was snowing heavily, I couldn't go to the village or the back of the shop, I was hungry, so I bought food from the roadside straw hut, and the owner served me noodles, and I was overjoyed. But there was no water for boiling noodles, so the master took the washbasin and scooped the snow on the side of the road, and used the chaotic snow water underneath. Although it is easy for the hungry to eat, this kind of somen soup is not easy to swallow. Since then, I have felt that I can only watch the snow from a distance, not play with it. Su Wu was hungry and thirsty for snow, that was another matter.
The lovely thing about snow is that it covers everything and makes no difference. Winter night hugging and sleeping, feel the cold air hit people, curled up and dare not move, open the eyelids in the early morning, there is a strong light flashing in the window lattice curtain gap is very different from the past, get up and push the window to see the ,——!A white and silver world.
The bamboo branches and pine leaves are covered with piles of snow, and the old trees with buds are also inlaid with silver edges. Zhumen and Penghu are also affected by its quilt, and there is no difference between the carved fence and the urn and the mulberry tree. The potholes on the ground, the dead branches and broken stems on the ice, and the debris on the road were all covered by a crane thrown by the heavens. Snow is such a selfless duke, decorating beautiful things, but also covering up all the filth, although not for too long.
04 Yu Dafu.
When it comes to rain, it is inevitable to think of snow: "If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a cup of snow?""Naturally, it is a snowy scene in the twilight of the south of the Yangtze River. "Hansha Meiying Road, Weixue Wine Village", the three friends of Xueyuemei's winter night will meet together and be teasing the wine girl. "Dogs bark in Chaimen Village, and return to people on a snowy night" is the scene after the snow night in the south of the Yangtze River. "In the deep snow in front of the tree, a branch bloomed last night" The next morning, the village boy, who likes snow like dogs, came to report the village scene.
The poet's poems may not all be written in Jiangnan, and the poets who do these poems may not be all Jiangnan people, but if these poems are written to describe the snow scene in Jiangnan, wouldn't it be straightforward, much more beautiful than the prose written by my stupid pen?
05 Maupassant.
At dusk, the snow that had been falling for a day finally stopped. The world under the heavy night seems to be frozen, and all life has quietly fallen asleep.
Nearby and distant valleys, plains, forests, villages, ......Under the reflection of the snow, it is covered in silver, and it is extraordinarily enchanting. On this night after the snow, everything is silent and lifeless. Suddenly, a terrible cry was heard from afar, breaking through the silence of the cold night. The cry, like crying, like complaining, if angry and complaining, sounds creepy!Oh, is it the old dog who was banished by his owner, wailing on the fence of the former village: is he lamenting his own life experience, or is he pouring out the widowhood of human beings?
The endless wilderness was huddled under the weight of the snow, as if it was reluctant to struggle even a little. The grass everywhere, the wandering bees and butterflies that come and go in a hurry, are now hidden without a trace, only those few hundred-year-old trees, still stretching their teeth of bald branches, like ghosts and longing, and like the white bones, adding a bit of sadness and desolation to the night after the snow.
06 Su Tong.
Winter is mixed before and after the heavy snow, or just in the heavy snow, the Jiangnan folk proverb says that the sloppy winter solstice is a clean year, saying that they are willing to sacrifice a winter solstice, but also have a clean Spring Festival without rain and snow.
I remember that the streets of the winter solstice are always muddy, and the people of Jiangnan regard the winter solstice as a festival, and every household wants to drink some oriental wine and eat some yokan, and they don't know where it comes from. Once, I went to the grocery store with a bottle of wine to get Oriental sake, and when I smelled the wine, I secretly drank a few sips on the way, and when I came home, my ears were red, and the back of my cotton coat was splashed with mud from the house, and my mother reprimanded me fiercely.
Now I don't remember whether my mother scolded me for the smell of wine in my mouth or scolded me for not making my newly changed cotton clothes so dirty, but anyway, I felt wronged, so I went into the room and sat on the bed, and before I knew it, the alcohol came up, and I fell asleep on the bed.
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, but no one says that Jiangnan has a good winter. I'm always very mediocre about the temperature of the season, and I whimsically hope that one day the climate here will be like Kunming in Yunnan, with all year rounds.
I don't like winter, but when I remembered a winter in the past, walking with my neck bent on the way to school, and suddenly I heard the sound of strings coming from the teahouse on our street, and I walked over and saw the steaming behind the windowpane, and a group of elderly men sitting behind the greasy tea table, each holding a cup of hot tea, listening to a man and a woman commenting on the story, and it didn't look cold at all, I thought, these old guys, they are enjoying themselves, and now I still remember the warm scene in this winter, I think if I spend the winter like this, winter will be a little interesting。
07 Rabindranath Tagore.
It's Sunday, and early in the morning I hear the sound of a bell ringing in the church. I got up and opened the window, and everything was white. The sloping roof of the building welcomes the snow with an open heart: come, cover me with plain veil!The condensed river of snow swept away the kingdom of road dust, turning into countless tributaries, flowing in all directions.
There is not a single leaf on the tree. Shiva seems to be sitting upright in the treetops and spreading the blessings of the sparkling cloth. The withered grass on the side of the road is like the scars of youth, not yet covered, but it has slowly lowered its head and admitted defeat. The birds stopped chirping, and the sky was silent, and the snowflakes fluttered, but their feet could not be heard.
While sleeping soundly in a foreign land, the heavy door of the heavenly court quietly opened. But the angels will report the news and wake up those who are asleep. "Tranquility" left the lonely Taoist temple in the heavenly realm, and did not take the chariot flying car;Mite's whip of lightning never roared at the frenzied Pegasus. She stretched her white wings and fell gently, her movements were so light and her posture was so graceful. Don't hit anyone, don't clash with anyone.
The sun was set against the snow. The light of day is not dazzling at all. The whole world shimmered with soft light, covered with a mask of tranquility, moisture, and soft light.
On a quiet winter morning, I welcome the cleanliness of the snow that I bow to into my spiritual house. I sincerely pray that you will slowly cover all my worries, imaginations and work!You have transcended the boundless darkness of the night, and you have lived silently and forever!Oh, awaken me to a new dawn in the unpolluted brightness, leaving no stain;Infuse the eternal holiness of the glory of heaven into the heavens and earths of my life!
08 Chekhov.
The twilight is dim. Large patches of wet snow flew lazily around the freshly lit street lamps, falling on the roofs, horses, shoulders, and hats, accumulating into a soft, thin layer.
The coachman, Jonah Potapov, was covered in snow-white, like a ghost. He sat in the seat of the car, motionless, and leaned forward, as far as the body of a living man could do. Even if a large snowdrift fell on top of him, it was as if he felt ...... not to shake the snow off his bodyHis pony was also white, and he didn't move. Its immobile posture, its bony frame, its stick-like straight legs made it resemble the horse-shaped honey biscuit that could be bought for a kopeck. It's mostly thinking about it. Whoever is forced to pull from the plowshare, from the familiar gray landscape, and thrown here, into this whirlpool of strange lights, constant noise, and bustling pedestrians, he will not be unconcerned ......
09 Yasunari Kawabata.
It was a bitterly cold night scene, as if you could hear the sound of ice cracking in the depths of the entire frozen crust. There is no moon. Looking up, the sky is full of stars, and there are unbelievably many. The stars shone brightly, as if they were slowly falling at an illusory speed. The stars moved closer and farther into the night sky, and the night became darker and darker.
The mountains at the county border have become more layered, and they appear even darker, hanging heavily on the edge of the starry sky. It's cold. Tranquil and harmonious atmosphere.
Shimamura looked at her, suddenly shrinking his neck. The white flowers in the mirror shimmered with snow. In the snow in the mirror, the woman's flushed cheeks appeared. It is an indescribably pure beauty.
Maybe it's because the sun is rising, and the snow in the mirror is getting more and more dazzling, like a burning flame. The woman's hair that appeared on the snow also shimmered with purple light, adding to the dark color.
Presumably to avoid snow, a small ditch was temporarily dug along the wall of the inn to divert the hot water from the bath to the main entrance, where it became a shallow pool. A stout black Akita dog crouched on a stepping stone there, licking the hot water for a long time. Rows of guest skis were drying at the door, freshly moved from the storeroom, and smelling slightly musty. This musty smell is also diluted by the vapor. Even the snow that fell from the branches of the cedar trees melted and deformed when it met the heat on the roof of the public bath.
The woman looked down the predawn ramp from the window of the mountain inn. Later, from the end of the year to the beginning of the month, the ramp will be buried by a blizzard. At that time, you had to wear snow pants (a type of pants worn over a kimono in winter) to attend the banquet. Long rubber boots, and you have to wear a cloak and a turban. At that time, the snow will be thick. Shimamura is now descending the ramp. However, from under the diapers drying high on the side of the road, he could see the mountains at the county border, and the snow on them was shining brightly, and it looked exceptionally clear. The green onions have not yet been buried by the snow.
Children in the village are skiing in the fields.
As soon as you enter the streets of the village, you can hear the gentle sound of water dripping from the eaves.
10 Chi Zijian.
I still remember that on the second day of the first lunar month in 2002, my wife and I were invited to my brother's house in the west of the city for dinner. It was snowing that day, and the weather when the snow fell was usually warmer, as if the snowflakes were resisting the cold with their weak bodies.
There was not a single pedestrian on the embankment, just the two of us, arm in arm, walking silently through the snow. The mountains looked vague in the snow, and the rivers under the dikes had disappeared, covered in thick snow and ice. The willows and poplars on the riverbank look shadowy in the snow, and the sky and the earth seem so vast and so kind. As I walked, I suddenly shed tears, knowing that it was inauspicious to cry during the New Year, but I couldn't help myself, and that incomparable beauty bred my sadness.
Three months later, my lover left me, and when I returned to my hometown that winter, I was the only one walking on the snow-capped embankment. At that time, I suddenly understood why I cried that day, because the heavens and the earth were suggesting to me that the beautiful emotions would be gone from you, and you would be surrounded by this eternal desolation!
Fortunately, the green mountains and flowing water are still there, the river willows and green poplars are still there, and the bright moon is still there, my eyes and heart have a place to live, and my pen is also the most emotional touchpoint. So I still like to walk at dusk, I like to watch the sunset in the water, I like to watch the leaves in the wind, I like to see the mountains in the snow. I am not afraid of old age, because I want the moonlight to blend with my hair when the green hair turns gray. Make it impossible to tell whether the moonshine is moonshine or gray hair;I can't tell if it's gray hair or moonshine growing on my head.
One night a few days ago, I had a dream about heavy snow. I came to a snowy place alone, full of houses, but not a single pedestrian on the road could be seen, only snowflakes rolling in the air. The snowflakes beat my face, so cool, so moisturized, so kind.
When I woke up, it was a dark night outside the window, and I remembered that in a year, no matter what the season, I would dream about snowflakes, even if it was the smell of birds and flowers outside the window. It seems that what surrounds me is destined to be a cool and sad world, romantic and cold. My heart was moved and I desperately wanted to write a line on a blank piece of paper. I reached for the bedside light, but it didn't turn it on, so the power went out at night. I turned on my phone, took advantage of its dim light, grabbed a pen, wrote down the words that best expressed my thoughts and emotions on a piece of typing paper, and then went back to bed and continued my dream.
The phrase is: It's snowing in my world.
Yes, it's snowing in my world......