When I get up in the morning, there are snow flowers floating outside the window, as clean as lotus flowers and as light as dreams, dancing and spinning in the air. Unconsciously, the world outside the window was coated with a layer of white jade, and the ice flowers on the window glass, like a forest, mysterious and like a stream, flowed quietly. This world wrapped in white seems to come from fairy tales and is spotless. It was still snowing, so I put on a thick down jacket and went out to see the snow scene.
This is the snow in late winter and early spring. With the unique gentleness of spring and the gesture of walking among flowers, she is flying all over the sky with great momentum but demure elegance, fluttering like countless crystal balls bursting in the air, like thousands of fireworks blooming in the night sky on New Year's Eve. Branches, roads, houses and fields are covered with snow. I walked alone in the snow, leaving my deep and shallow footprints and enjoying the wonderful time brought by Chun Xue. Perhaps, everything in the world has its own footprint and mission. Looking at these finely divided hexagonal elves in the sky, she danced happily with heaven and earth as the stage and the wind in nature as the music background. She danced wantonly, like leaving winter reluctantly and welcoming the arrival of spring with joy. She is a unique flower in nature.
There are thousands of pear flowers in the garden, with lush foliage and scattered ice flowers. The mountains are like wax, and all kinds of animals are strange, with silver snakes on vines and silver chains on willows. Several clusters of bamboos are beautifully dressed by glittering and translucent snow, and their tall and straight posture is like white clouds leaning on carved jade branches, elegant and unique. Wooden plank roads, stone arch bridges, pavilions, eaves ... are all like beautiful ink paintings, winning Wan Yan with a color and far-reaching significance. Birds are jumping on the branches, squirrels are running in the snow, and a pair of lovers are walking in the snow with their fingers locked. Their romance turns white as they walk, solidified in this snowy spring day, and becomes an eternal warm silhouette. I walk in the snow and let it cover me. Parents died one after another. I hope all my relatives are healthy, from black hair to white hair.
The world is very quiet. Only snowflakes fall, falling at the bottom of time's eyes, falling on the promenade of seasons, falling at the end of the year and the beginning of spring in Fang Fei, lingering in the ear like gossamer, like a happy heart playing gently. Staring at the falling snow for a long time, the image of childhood suddenly appeared in front of me.
It is snowing heavily, and a group of snowmen are running in the snow. It is the children who are making a snowman and having a snowball fight. They are covered with snowflakes, and they are all running snowmen. They elected me commander. At my command, all the children opened fire on each other. They rushed forward regardless of the snowball flying from the opposite side. Even if there were snowballs blooming on their faces, they rushed forward regardless. From a distance, it really looks like a war. These carefree children, flying in the snow like the wind, showed a smile on their faces. It seems that all the happiness is frozen in the ice and snow. After the battle, make a snowman. Brother Kobayashi, my neighbor, is four years older than me and is already a little boy. Naturally, he is our leader. He is the best at making snowman. He brought colored chalk, charcoal, red paper, cloth, ink and pigment, and instructed us to make a snowman. Let's snowball first. Every child works hard, bending over, pouting, rolling snow hard, shoveling snow and piling snow. We pile up snowballs of different shapes, choose a few with moderate size and good appearance to make snowman heads, others are compacted with shovels, cut into body shapes, then knead snowballs into five senses, limbs and legs, and wrap two branches with snowballs to make two arms. Under the command of Brother Kobayashi, one snowman stood up. These snowmen have different expressions and cute looks, some are my fair lady, some are handsome guys, and some are old people with beards. Looking back now, we were very imaginative. Snowman's eyes, nose and mouth have to work hard. Almost all snowmen are somewhat similar to the cartoon images now, but they don't seem to be at all alike. There were no comics at that time. Children also write their names on the snowman with colored chalk. The good-looking snowman writes the names of heroes, such as Wang Cheng, Qiu, Dong Cunrui, Liu Hulan and Han Ying, and the ugly snowman writes the names of bad people, such as Chiang Kai-shek, Wang Jingwei and Peng Batian. There is a girl whose parents work in Wuhan. She is very clever and has prepared a pair of wings for her snowman. The children were very surprised and asked, "how can people grow wings?" Immortals have no wings. You made a mistake. " She said, "This is an angel, an angel of spring. I read in extracurricular books that snow is an angel in spring and angels have wings. " Oh, for the first time, we know that there is an angel in the world. She created an angel. How amazing! We fell in love with her at once. These snowmen in different shapes reflect the beauty in children's hearts, as pure as snow and as white and sacred as angels. Snowflakes are fairy tales in winter and angels in spring; Snowman is a child's poem and an angel; Children are angels among angels.
After the snow, Chu Qing, the world covered with ice and snow is particularly enchanting, with thousands of peaks and mountains, and jade-like makeup, shining with crystal light, continuous. On the sunny mountain peak, milky white smoke braves, fills the air, transpiration and gathers into clouds. A few faint white clouds, half embedded in the sky and half stuck on the mountain peak. Sunshine is warm and lovely, tender as water, like a dignified and beautiful lady. Yushu Qiongzhi was dyed into a dazzling picture. A tree dimly saw the sun and drew a warm red color. Branches are covered with glittering silver bars, and crystal-clear small ice bamboo shoots are hung on people's eaves. Snowflakes can't stand the temptation of sunshine and gradually melt, and the world shows its real capacity, charm and freshness, just like people's smiling faces in the sun.
As time goes by, the arrival of spring indicates the disappearance of winter, and the fluttering snowflakes bring infinite attachment, draw the most beautiful curtain for winter, circle the purest period, and convey the warm and sweet information of spring. The earth opens the frozen shackles, the ice and snow melt into spring water, the gurgling river sings, and the joy that can't be hidden runs with the river. The grass happily opened its eyes and hid in the soft soil, ready to go. Willow branches flush with charming cyan, showing infinite tenderness.
Chun Xue is a postcard to bid farewell to winter, full of lingering love for winter; Chun Xue is an invitation letter to welcome spring, full of expectations for the dream of spring.
The most affectionate Chun Xue evokes the fragrance of flowers and plants in spring. This Chun Xue flying flower, beautiful in early spring and February, is also full of colorful dreams of spring.
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