First snow

At six o'clock in the morning, I just got up and heard my father say it was snowing outside! After listening to me, I quickly ran to the window and saw it, ah! I saw a piece of whiteness between the heavens and the earth. The snow fluttered from the sky, and the white tents were pulled around. The earth immediately became silver.

Nature created the elves of this season and created snow. Without snow, how can you feel the village's silver makeup and jade, the heavens and the earth are vast, and the life is profound?

The most beautiful snow is only available after the arrival of the winter, only before the spring comes.

I like snow days. I have lived in this city for more than ten years. Although my life is humble, I don’t feel inferior. Although I live in exhaustion, I don’t complain. Many times, I want to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city. In a corner of the earth, I am frozen. By the small river, in the wilderness of the curtain, in the coldness of the hustle and bustle, let the thoughts quietly silence. For so many years, what made a white mind away from the dust of the years?

It is snow. When the snow drifts, everything in the earth stands still, and the people in the snow and the trees in the distance form a pure fresh ink painting. It is also a rare and pure beauty without too much rendering. The snow floated silently, like a gentle little hand, passing through the quiet eyes and sliding into the mood of water. Once impatient and impetuous, once irritated and depressed, then gently smashed by the snow. In the snow, life can be so simple, the mood can be so quiet.

The moonlight is faint, passing through the light clouds, softly sprinkling on the human world, just like a memory of the lost years. At this time, there was snow gently drifting through the dead trees, leaning over Wafi, and falling into the village in childhood, as quiet as time. Hold your breath and listen carefully. At this time, you will hear the rhythmic heartbeat of snow. It is the beat of music. It is the temptation of passion. It is the song of the years, such as the breeze, such as smoky smoke, such as bells and whistles, such as squid Trembling. A heart is crunching, instinctively resisting the chill of the attack, screaming at the whisper of "sudden spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms", flying "the morning is full of snow, the snow is clear, the sun is shining." The fascination of the cold, recalls the good times of "white snow, but it is too late for the spring, so it is a flower in the garden." Then, the snow peeled off my locked soul and gently wiped the rust and rust, showing the same color as the village in the early spring. Every time the snow falls, it is a ritual of life, which makes me find the original touch, which makes my overwhelmed soul easy and unscrupulous.

Snowy days is a warm invitation to the winter. It is a symbol of poetry. Snow Heaven spreads a feeling of incitement in each person's heart, separating the past and the future. Snowy days indicate the end of winter and also indicate the coming of the new year. . Snow days are not only the days when the hard-working people rest, but also the stations where good people observe life. In the snow, carefully appreciate and taste the wonderful life piece of the scene, a period of awesome life story. The quiet hometown of the snow, the familiar and distant childhood memories, is obviously replaced by the current noisy. You may feel lost for the years gone by, but you will be more excited about the unknown life of tomorrow.

I like snow because I like to live. I like the past years, and I look forward to the years to come. It is a sincere happiness to recall all the days. The person who is quiet and sacred, likes the color of snow and likes the deep meaning of snow. In the night when everything is idle and idle, the snow drifts freely over the forehead and cheeks, and the majestic momentum makes people feel calm, ethereal and distant. Standing on the vast land and listening to it with your heart, you will feel that your love for life is clear, and the oil will rise to your heart. Then all the unhappiness and all the embarrassment are not important...

There was a cold snow on the head. In the snow, I remembered the small bridge in my hometown, the simple nostalgia, remembered the green mountains, remembered the mother who lived alone, remembered the years of laughter and running...

May my life be like this, there are not many beautiful spring flowers, not too much floating summer clouds, no shackles, no rotating multicolored, only a quiet and simple white, only deep and serious in life, only dreams, like A quiet dream like snow.

Second day: Jia Xinran