Original text: Tugna Ritu Network (invaded and deleted).
The end of the year is approaching, the snow moon, there is snow coming, to a long-lost appointment. This year's snow, neither early nor late, is falling into people's hearts.
At this moment, there are snowflakes floating in the sky, silent, ecstatic, sprinkled and dancing all over the sky. Floating in the water like eye waves, gathering in the mountains like eyebrow peaks.
The branches of the trees were covered with flakes of snowflakes, and they were thinly spread out into a woolen blanket, which shone with a cold silver light in the distance.
Gradually, the night became darker, and the scattered flowers in the sky must have become more arbitrary. The snow fell sharply in clusters and clusters, and the torn cotton wool rolled into a whirlpool with the cold wind. The bright moonlight shines through the window, which can really be described as "blowing the wind in the world, watching the moon in the sky, and enjoying a glass snow." ”
A few unknown leafy trees were swaying in the wind, their heads flickering like butterflies. Some of the leaves even leaned over and were nodding in agreement. It seems to be rejoicing in this agreement, and it seems to be talking to Xuepan.
People unconsciously slowed down, reflecting the hazy light and shadow in the night, dyeing the whole world into an elegant white, clean and beautiful. At this moment, the world stands still.
It's night, there is snow breaking bamboo, and there is the moon supporting the stars. It was night, the sky was clear and cold, and the smoke and waves were snowing. It's night, and the snow knows people's hearts, and each one is bright.
In this situation, people pulled the corners of their clothes, embracing warmly in such a world of ice and snow.
This snowfall has awakened people's long-term expectations. Just like friends over the years, looking forward to each other, reuniting in the depths of winter, and then flowing into people's hearts.
And all this is like a movie, showing frame by frame in the heart. "You stand in the courtyard and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you in the pavilion. ”
It is probably so beautiful that it is one with heaven and earth, and all words are eclipsed.
Isn't life like that? Snowflakes condense, warm water evaporates, and only after experiencing severe cold will they sublimate. This is like the process of life, only after experiencing some wind and rain, can we empathize with "the edge of the sword from the sharpening, the fragrance of plum blossoms from the bitter cold".
The snow in winter is colder, and I go to catch up with the sun in my heart. One day is slow, pillow with the dream of "silver bowl **, bright moon hidden heron, white horse into the reed flower", and arrive at a more poetic distance.