In 2021, the first snow falls, and the circle of friends has become a world of snow in an instant, filled with an atmosphere of joy. For those of us who are accustomed to living in the north, only a little snow can have a soul in life, and only a heavy snow can be truly full of charm. Through the windows, I can see the roofs and roofs in the distance, the ground and the grass in the distance, all covered with a thick layer of snow, it has become a fairy tale world. I am deeply intoxicated in this late autumn. In the first heavy snowfall.
The sky is just bright, and with the first ray of morning light, there is the first snow. It’s really: the dawn is thousands of miles away, and the snow is coming in the winter, and the dust is coming. , A piece of pure land storage pastoral. The snow is as tiny as a grain of salt, if there is nothing, and like a light frost swaying from a tree, there is nothing if it is not shaken, but it is not known whose sacred hand is and where it is shaken. Just looking from a distance, the ground is already a piece of snow, and there is no poetry in the distance. The wind blows, and in some places it is like glass covered by light frost, with wonderful and unimaginable white flowers blooming. Originally there was no sun. Later, patches of white light traveled through the clouds, and then finally half or the entire white jade face was revealed. The whole world is harmoniously white, including the white masks worn by people.
The poplar trees outside the window, with a few leaves scattered on the branches, with the deposition of snowflakes, the leaves drooping down, and the usual "high and high" scenery is gone forever In other words, it welcomes this cruel and beautiful season with humility. There are more elements of "head down" or derogation. In life, not everyone acts according to their own wishes and lives in it. There are many people or things, many people, things and the environment that we cannot change. Sometimes, for something This kind of willingness, for someone, has to bow your head, but bowing does not mean compromise, not humble, there are three things to say, people have two things, neither humble nor overbearing, peace of mind to win, and relief to lose, just like these scattered on the branches. The head of the poplar is the same as the leaves.
Some people say that the first snow is like first love,It's all the same pure and beautiful. Chuxue’s surprise is so unexpected, Chuxue, like a girl, shy, timid, soft, quiet, beautiful, beauty in my heart, beauty in the brows, beauty in everyone who first sees it People’s joy.
Snow accompanies all the way to the scenery all the way to the mood. There is no snow on the road, only wet roads, and the sprinkler master can rest. Snow exists in the green belt, on the leaves on the side of the road, and on the top of the wall. The air in the snow is still very fresh, and I am so happy in the snow.
The snow fell very lightly and lightly, time slumped, and the years went into the sky in the wilderness. At this time, I remembered that behind this worldly glitz, there is a shallow hanging, this The superficial feeling only germinates in the dead of night, and every time it makes me want to send a greeting, a reminder, and a very affectionate miss! The sky is as light and thin as snow, and the thoughts in my heart are turned into your window like snow; the earth is as pure as snow, sweet, and like snow, it buried my feelings for you in the depths of my soul, even after many years , I will still remember that we fell in love, that's enough.
Not to lose time, when the dusk is getting closer and closer to me, I see you and admit that time flies by what a terrible thing it is! At that time, we had been guarding each other's miserable years for half a lifetime, and the belated encounter, like this first snow, was sweet, pure, natural, and just right. Time also opened up the enthusiasm of our youth at that moment, unrestrained, and then as silent as when the first snow melted.
The snow really turned on and melted. A thin ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and pierced the skin of the first snow. You see, under an old locust tree, the snow is melting drop by drop. The spring of the coming year may be just around the corner. At that time, are we still willing to be a dust with expectations to meet in the red dust...
About the author: Feng Yongle, a fan of post-80s literature, news, photography, poetry, and prose His works are scattered in newspapers and online, and he is the head of the Development and Communication Section of the Management Committee of Huangfu Mi Industrial Park in Lingtai County, a member of the Photographers Association of Pingliang City, and a director of the Lingtai County Museum.Special Researcher of Lingtai County CPPCC Literature and History.
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