Author: Tang Yunxia
In the early hours of winter, the early hours of the winter night are shrouded in a cold night, and the neon lights of the street lamps flicker, dazzling and psychedelic, showing the bustling market.
As you drive along, fluorescent-striped road signs outline the road and stretch into the distance. The shadow of the mountain is faint, the shadow of the tree is mottled, only a waning moon hangs in the west sky outside the car window, and it accompanies each other all the way. Dawn tears through the curtains of the night and wakes up the faint morning star. In the warm winter of the snowy season, the sky is as polished as late autumn.
After a busy day, I forgot about time and space, and it was dusk in a blink of an eye. Although the weather did not turn against people, it backfired, and he still embarked on the journey home tiredly. The sun is setting, and the night is hurrying in, enveloping the heavens and the earth. There is no need to be entangled in life, let go of worries, be fearless of gains and losses, be calm and calm, and do not disturb anything.
The distant mountains and trees are hazy. As I walked away, there seemed to be fluffy fluttering under the scattered pillars of light from the headlights. I rolled down the window in amazement and stretched out my hand to greet the thousands of things - a little bit of coolness fell on my fingertips, and it melted away in a fleeting moment, it was really snow!Spread out your palms and touch the sky with your hands. The long-lost hail snow is sprinkled all over the world......When the first snow comes, it is dark and lonely. I want to stop and stop, and be in this white and crystal fairy tale world to assimilate me, how can the peaks and ridges be steep, the road is slippery in the dark, and I can only travel in a hurry, wind and snow.
The return is already a blooming lantern, and thousands of lights are shining. The pine and cypress, the holly spruce, stand on the side of the road, like a soldier who is ready to fight, dressed and ready to go. The new snow is like a flower, adorned with branches. The road was covered with a layer of fine snow, and the wind swept against the snow. The youngest daughter was already running happily in the snow downstairs, spilling a string of laughter. She stuffed a glass wishing bottle with snow, naively saving it for spring. Although there is only half a bottle left in the warming, it is so clear, no wonder the ancients boiled snow and asked the taste of tea, when the wind watched the geese fly.
Looking up at the sky, the sky is quiet, and the independent snowflakes are like iceberg beauties with excellent appearance, tossing and turning in the howling wind, flying freely, approaching your eyes. There are thousands of forms, either urgent or slow. The big flowers are like pear blossoms, goose feathers flying, silently circling and dancing, beautiful. This is a generous gift from God to all things in heaven and earth, spring breeze, summer rain, autumn moon, winter snow, I silently treasure in my heart. Thank you for the rain, snow, wind and frost, and the peach, willow, green and yellow, accompany me through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and walk through the four seasons of life......
The ice and snow are hanging, and the delicate posture is soft, illuminating the eyes of many amazing and longing. The snow crisp is broken, hung with Qiong branches, dancing and swaying, scattered all over the world, sending the jade girl to dance with flowers, and the fragrance of cyclamen comes up from the sky. The heavy snow is the white depiction of winter, a lightly colored ink painting, which makes people put on the wings of imagination and imagination, taste the solemnity, and revere life. The curtain rolls in the morning window and is dreamy, and the city is full of snowflake poems. Who threw the broken jade out of the sky and turned into a childlike innocence only knows. The pulley and ice cream of childhood jumped in front of me, and the simple and strong feelings of childhood, hometown, old house, and stove were scattered like the wind and were difficult to find. Homesickness is always the most affectionate support in our hearts.
Suddenly, I thought of my family and friends in the distance, the four seasons changed, I knew the warmth and cold, I said goodbye, and I cherished each other. Love is in the eyes, wordless and warm;The love is in my heart, and I am instantly moved. Thousands of sails have passed, looking back at the way they came, quietly listening to the sound of the snowflakes falling, the only color freezes the colorful world, and everything in the world is instantly cleansed and dusty, wrapped in silver makeup, pure as snow. The white heart is not spotted.
A small window in the corner, the lights are bright, sitting around the fireplace, boiling snow and cooking tea. Listening to the snow sprinkling outside the window, the sound rhyme is leisurely and elegant, drunk and intoxicated. I will still wait for you, walking in the snow and returning, with sonorous steps, and the snowflakes on my shoulders ......