The worker, wearing a hat or an umbrella on his head, carrying a burden on his back, walked away in the wind and snow with crooked footprints and disappeared into the wilderness.
Returning to people on a snowy night is a poem and a painting, a back, a fog, and an obsessive meaning.
There is a kind of loneliness and urgency when he returns to people on a snowy night, and he returns to his heart like an arrow. The dim light of the window was magnified countless times in the night, and the man lit a fiery coal-fire, boiled a pot of boiling tea, and waited for him at home.
On the way through, there are half-closed taverns, which float out a ray of light on a cold night, and the heat and aroma of wine are overflowing inside. But none of this appealed to him. He walked with sweat on his head, and on the road he walked, there was a hot breath in the cold air.
In the snow field of my spirit, I walked past a few detached people, who came from ancient times and returned from the snowy night.
The mountains are far away at dusk, and the white houses are poor in the cold weather. Chaimen heard the dog barking, and returned to the people on a snowy night. "Thousands of years ago in the Tang Dynasty, the poet Liu Changqing hurried to stay in the mountains, and when night fell, the continuous mountains became more distant in the vast night. The weather was cold, and the few simple huts in front of me also looked poor. In the middle of the night, a dog barked suddenly, which woke him up from his dream, and he looked sleepily through the window, and it turned out that the owner of the house had braved the wind and snow to return home.
has a similar experience, as well as the poet Dai Shulun. He sighed in "Staying at the Stone Post for the Night": "Whoever asks each other in the hotel, the cold light is unique. The year will come to an end, and thousands of miles will not return. At this time, he was on his way to his hometown, and he didn't have time to get home on Chinese New Year's Eve, and he was sad. Returning at night, it was a wind and snow to rush unhindered, but I was stranded in the hostel and could not return, and my heart also suffered a heavy snowfall.
In this situation, another poet named Cui Tu also encountered, "Troubled mountains and snowy nights, lonely strangers". Trekking on a rugged and distant road, living in a desolate place thousands of miles away, sitting on a cold night with residual snow, sitting on a candle night, he, a stranger, is getting farther and farther away from his relatives, and spends Chinese New Year's Eve alone in wandering.
I imagined that on a winter evening, I was out with my sleeves rolled up. A friend called out to me on the other side of the river, and although it was so close, I had to go half the city to get to his house for a drink. After tasting the small fish and pickles on the table, it was late at night, and the wind outside the house was still blowing, and there were still snowflakes, so I walked home high and low on the thin snow.
A heavy snowfall makes a person who goes home so beautiful. It seems to be very appropriate to arrange a feeling of returning home on a snowy day.
On the canopy of the night return, the snowflakes danced, and you can look back on what this person has done in this year. On the way home, there was his joy and joy of the year. At this time, everything is silent, and a person is walking, and he can hear his own heartbeat and footsteps.
Cold night, wind and snow, these two words are pulled together, they are two images that are easy to make people sensitive, which makes people's hearts soft. (Wang Taisheng).