"Flying snow welcomes spring, only report spring", yesterday's beginning of spring, should be the first snow. Kids and adults alike. But when the snow is big, it will become a disaster, and when the snow is small, there is less artistic conception, which is just right.
Dark clouds obscured the stars, and the snow-white earth set off the dark night, adding to the cold beauty of the season.
Pomegranate trees, bushes, and osmanthus trees are covered with snow, and the camera shoots them from far and near, the green leaves, the white snow, and the yellow light in the street lamps constitute a natural picture at this moment.
The son excitedly turned off the TV and ran into the snow. Meet up with a friend and play their game. Agreed to pick him up and we arrived on time and he didn't come out on time. Obsession with snow, forgetting the appointment.
We stopped on the side of the road and watched the snow drift on the car and melt on the glass. The road surface is no longer visible, leaving ruts. The bell rang again, urging his son to go home.
The son hurried over, his hat, clothes, and pants were soaked, and he said it was hot. I know it's true. It's like rubbing your hands in the snow when your hands are cold, and swimming in the sub-zero winter. The human body responds to the natural environment. After a long time, it doesn't work, and it needs to be replaced immediately.
The car left a creaking sound in the snow and spun in place, with a flashing yellow light on the dashboard. Start slowly, drive slowly. In order to get home as soon as possible.
Think of pedestrians on the road, snow makes it more difficult to get back home. From the TV, on the phone, I saw that it was blocked on the highway because of the snow. At this point, the snow is no longer a sight to behold, and it becomes an obstacle to returning home. We looked at the scenery in the snow and wished the people in the vision a safe journey.
I was writing indoors, my thoughts wandering among the night, the snow, and the pedestrians. Melt in paper like snow. Time slips away inadvertently, and I am in the light, only seeing the dark night. When I walked to the window, I was greeted by the color of the snow. I'm waiting for the light of the morning light. For the difficulty of traveling, I hope it will melt soon; And for the sake of the rare snow scene, I hope to slow down.
I remembered Lao Tzu's words: "Heaven and earth are ruthless, and all things are dogs", heaven and earth treat all things equally, and it will not be particularly good or bad for anything. It's because of the different perspectives we have that there are good and bad.
The wind is invisible, blowing away the haze; The rain is continuous, washing away the dust; Snow is the condensation of water, which expresses a different artistic conception. The crystallization of a hexagon, beautiful and moving. All the haze in the air melted with the snow. The air after the snow is fresh and cool.
No two snowflakes are the same, and no one is the same. We stand in the snow and look at ourselves, the snow washes away everything, and the soul is baptized with something. I found a trace of purity in reading and writing. It's like this snow.
There is no more hate and liking, and there is no love and hate. Describe it in words, and beauty exists.
When standing in the mountains, flowing through the flowing water, through the forest sea. Words are no longer used, all words are the creation of others. We feel existence in being.
At this moment, it is as if you have entered the world of artistic conception. I woke up and was writing about the snow in spring, but I was writing about the purity of my heart.