2. All the quietness and warmth are white poems, but I still like the noisy snow branches in western Western jackdaw.
It's snowing. Snowflakes are slanting and slanting, chasing and chasing. Snow, in a silvery white, vast and non-predatory way, gradually thickens on the earth. The land in the middle of winter is covered with a layer of snow. This snow quilt is by no means as narrow as the scenery in the corner of people and horses. In the air where cold and warm air meet, millions of square kilometers of beautiful mountains and rivers can be soaked in snow at the same time. When the cold wave went south, even the southern city of Yangcheng had snow, but the edge of the snow melted. When it looks like non-snow, it often falls to the ground like sugar soaked in water, and it is difficult to form a snow quilt, or it is rarely formed.
Inadvertently, I opened the curtain and looked out. Wow, it is snowing. Flowers come quietly, gently, lazily, quietly, fluttering, splashing, throwing on the road, spreading on the grass and hanging on the trees. It's amazing to see snowflakes in the south. Some trees and flowers are still lush. When the flowers fall on them, they cover up the mottled beauty and a little dust, snow. Everything in the world seems to have a sudden burst of palace affairs, just like the soul. With the gentle dance, I quietly close my eyes and breathe gently. Mentally, snowflakes, paved lawns, branches, houses, slowly immersed in my heart, slowly spread, filled my heart, filled my heart, comforted and persisted, and washed away the usual irritability and anxiety without a trace.
It is often said that snow is a charming soul between heaven and earth, and the sky uses magic to refine the dew drawn from the earth into such a pure, pure and exciting moment, and then throw it away and let it fly all over the sky, covering all places and creating a brand-new world. When I grabbed Xuanhua with my hand, it melted when I fell. A voice repeatedly told me not to let this wonderful spirit of heaven and earth run away. I tried to catch more in my hand, but when the flowers seemed to run away, I felt that my nameless heavy mood suddenly disappeared. My body is as light as a snowflake, and my mind is light when I am calm. This light snow and wine washed my soul.
I like snow, because I like the pure white scenery when it snows in winter. In the snowy winter, the world is simple, elegant, clean and crystal clear, just like a fairy tale in a dream. Smell the fragrance of plums, enjoy the jade soul in the room, let the soul blend into the spotless world, have a wash, wash away the polluted lead in the world, purify the world of mortals in the filtration of winter months, sublimate everything in the purification of winter, and make everything in the world pure and beautiful in winter.
7. You are on cloud nine. The world of one night suddenly becomes popular when you open your eyes. The white light is dazzling. Quiet, as if the world disappeared in an instant this morning, even sparrows who are not afraid of the cold are unwilling to get up in their dreams. The world finally quieted down in the catkin-like fan yang, which is still being subdivided. It was a rare calm this morning. At this moment, your thoughts are as light as these little flowers, without any burden, forgetting yesterday's troubles, forgetting last night's dreams, forgetting what kind of animal you are walking in the palace, a small animal, in the vast universe, and becoming more and more rare.
8. The falling snowflakes dance with the wind, and the cold branches are fragrant with plum blossoms. The sky is white and pedestrians are in a hurry. The wind rolled the eaves of the door, disturbing the dream, and the snow fell on the windowsill. The snow dance, especially the scattered flowers of the goddess, is in a mess and rolls up some chills. The snow all over the sky makes the world chaotic and romantic. Snowy days are lonely. At the place where idle bamboo shakes the phoenix tail, the snow is close to holly and shining bai ling. When you look up, your eyebrows are full, and when you look down, your hair is flying. What a heavy snow, big flowers and small flowers. When the cold branches are low, the trees in the wind lane roar. The wind urged the palace dance to be far away from the cold river, and Wu Peng's boat wandered in the river. The cold river is too cold to enter, and the silence only smells of snow. So Liu Zongyuan wrote the snowy day like this: "Qian Shan flies in the sky, and all the people are wiped out. Yuan Yiweng, a lonely boat, the old man is fishing for the cold river-snow. "