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The fragrance of flowers has romanticized the four seasons, and a gust of snow has dyed the earth white. As a native of Northeast China, I only love this snowy winter. The snowflakes are flying. This is the message of nature, telling people to take good care of themselves and add clothes when they are cold. The crystal clear snowflakes are like angels, and the plain white leaves a charm, which is intriguing. Snow is the most surprising element in winter, just like opening up a fairy tale world, facing the flying snow, chasing colorful dreams, keeping your hot heart, and blooming into the most beautiful flowers.
Winter has the purpose of winter, and snow has the expectation of snow. If there is no rendering and abundance of snow, it will not be called the real winter, and it will also lack the poetic charm and interest style of winter, which will also reduce the charm and magical charm of the scenery. Snow is the elves of winter, containing the soul and feelings of winter. It just floats and falls gently. The simple and simple scenery immediately adds many elegant and quiet, silver-covered and particularly enchanting, removing the cold and empty and distant artistic conception, rendering it into a kind of tranquility and holy hope and vitality.
Snow is beautiful. The beauty of snow lies in looking at the world with another perspective and thinking about life with another thinking. Although winter is cold, isn’t it another kind of growth? Every season comes to be a transformation for the days to come. Crystal clear hexagonal snowflakes, one corner is wealth, one corner is success; one corner is good luck, one corner is happiness; one corner is peace, and one corner is health. I wish you are cold and have clothes to wear, and your heart is cold and there is warm. May you have leisure and companions around the fire, may you have sweetness and thoughts that can be tasted. Someone will accompany you for a meal, and dreams will accompany you for thousands of miles...
White snowflakes are falling silently, both light and lively, both chic and free. You have fallen all over the mountains and fields, and even more on the pen of literati and poets. A wisp of smoke from cooking stoves, bursts of laughter and joy, a long-cherished wish to cleanse your original intention. The cold winter comes, I miss you warm and snow. I wonder if the mountain, water, and people are safe? What I like most about Bai Juyi’s : “Green ant fresh wine, red mud stove. It’s snowing in the evening, can you drink a glass of wine?” What else is warmer in the world? It was snowing outside and the weather was cold. I pushed open the door and a burst of heating came towards me. Three or five friends and confidants sat together, or chatted and enjoyed, commented on the past and present, and counted the passing years. Or drink lightly and drink slowly, talk freely, and the sea will be wide open.
The flowing snowflakes withered all the old colors and spread out only a piece of white, which is the comfortable, simple, sincere and sacred pure white; the dancing snowflakes buried the whole old town, and only wrote a line of poetry, which is the kind of poetic charm that is full of interest, vivid and fragrant; the white snowflakes swept away all the coldness, which is only a scent of warmth, which is the kind of full, full, thick and prosperous warmth; the flawless snowflakes are pure all distracting thoughts, which only stir up a touch of thoughts, which is the kind of lingering thought that has just fallen on the eyebrows and on the heart.
The cold winter is also full of romance. I will listen to the snow and beat the bamboo, step on the snow and look for plums, go to bathe in the snow and white hair, go to cook snow and make tea... A pleasant little snowflake carries thousands of delicate emotions, floating for thousands of years, telling me not to love it!
