Pat the smell of fireworks around you The light snow has passed, the heavy snow has passed, and the winter solstice is coming soon, and there is no trace of snow. The sun is like an angry daughter-in-law, all day long, the willows on the riverbank are delirious, the green curtain hangs down from the air in winter, the cabbage in the small vegetable garden can't tell the four seasons, the yellow flowers bloom early, the rape in the field is dizzy, and I can't wait to change into a neon dress, and the wind is blowing, provoking the bees and butterflies by the colorful butterfly lake.
Tonight, the north wind roars, the cold rain flies, and the snow particles are like naughty children, tinkling on the rooftops, tree forks, and roads all over the world. Snowflakes bloom wantonly in the dark night. Petal-sized snowflakes flutter and fly on the banks of the Shilang River, one by two, chasing each other, falling on the blue Shilang River, falling on the shadow cast by the street lamp, falling on the rape flowers dressed up in flowers by the river, falling on the green curtain carefully woven by the willow girl on the riverbank, lined with flying snowflakes, and the silent Shilang River is becoming more and more quiet.
Listen carefully, it seems that there is a sound of rustling, silently covering the surrounding darkness, it should be countless small carp spitting bubbles in the river water, and like thousands of skirts blowing the wind through the fragrant rape field. I slammed the window open, and a cool kiss was gently placed on my forehead.
I haven't slept yet, the chickens are crowing, and I have to go to work tomorrow?"My wife called me in her sleep. It's really not early, and the chickens are crowing for the second time. "Good night, Snow Maiden. "The next morning, the sky was bright because of the snow. The son got up half an hour early, saw the snow outside, and shouted excitedly: "Dad, Dad, the whole world is white, and I can't see a single green anymore." ”
It's so beautiful!This is the real 'thousands of trees and pear blossoms', the poem I just learned yesterday, I see the real scene today, Dad, get up quickly. At the urging of his son, he got up and prepared to wait for the little ancestor to go to school. The snow was still being thrown densely, like thousands of white butterflies entwined, crowded, and dancing affectionately in the sky. Shilang River opened its arms and greeted this white spirit from heaven. The snowflakes fell on the surface of the river in a hurry, but they did not stir up a ripple, and the calm surface of the river became a huge frosted glass. The vegetable patch in front of the door, the small bridge by the river, the willow trees by the river, and the rape in the field are all covered with fluffy quilts. The path under the wall, paved with a thick white carpet, left two lines of footprints of different shades early.
I opened the door, put my son on the school bus, looked at the two rows of moving wheel prints, and waved goodbye to my son. Turn around and walk in the alley, crunching, crisp and pleasant. A pair of baskets greeted him, it was Uncle Wang who went to sell breakfast, and the baskets were stacked with fresh radishes and garlic, and the snowflakes covered layer after layer. "Selling vegetables so early?It's a little cold, right?"Go early, you should be able to sell it for a good price today and send your son to school?.""Yes, the snow is a bit thick, be safe when crossing the river. "Okay, thanks to you, it's time to go to work, right?"Drive slower, it's not easy to walk on this day. Uncle Wang staggered after the two-wheeled wheel print, crossed the river, and the riverside returned to tranquility.
In the snow, only deep and shallow footprints were left on the other side of the river, heading towards the town on the other side of the river. These old farmers who are reluctant to give up their land, rain or shine, are on both sides of the river, silently cultivating their hometown, this sudden snowfall, will make the children who have lived in the city for a long time think of the old father who guarded this home for them day after day in the countryside?(Bian Haijun).