Who thought of the wind chimes in spring and shook the footsteps of spring? Who broke the wings of catkins and sowed the seeds of fragrant grass?

I don't know how long it's been since I saw snow. This heavy snow, like a white dream, in a slender way, like catkins, with the only charming tenderness in early spring.

Peach blossom snow in March is a chilly gift in spring. In this season when snow falls like peach blossoms, stand by and watch the snow, reach out your hands, give it a place to stay, bear its touch, feel its temperature and taste its tenderness. Let the snow melt again, come again, I have been whispering, one piece, two pieces ... reading the freshness in the snow, reading another.

The world is fresh and relaxed because it is wrapped in white and enchanting. Standing in the heavy snow, crystal clear snowflakes gently fall on my black hair tips and float through my black eyes. I will induce an inexplicable surprise and excitement from my heart. I have merged with nature. In this whiteness, I saw my distant childhood and the childlike innocence of chasing flying flowers. Crisp laughter travels far and wide.

Riding the breeze, I cherish the touching details of the past into a warm picture frame, turning it into a faint snow-white cluster of feet falling in the snow.

Falling snow, lightly illusory, fragrant in memory, if unforgettable.

The falling snow, like a dove, shuttles through the vast sky, making people daydream.

Snow falls silently. Facing the snow, I really want to give up all stillness and collect a ray of sunshine for this season.

The snow fell silently, but the cold feeling passed through me, cut through the bone marrow, and floated away like a distant elf! Fall deeply and shallowly on the snow. Listening to the creaking footsteps all the way, it's so far away! And snow, like filling my footprints, silently fills my sadness.

Awesome white, floating in the air, completely cold, trying to penetrate the whole surface and season. If it snows and is bound by petal-like red maple leaves, is it a long trip of missing? Can a story be answered?

Embrace the snow, you can only feel the heartbeat and breathing of the snow melting gradually. Snow is falling, bearing the sadness of youth, falling in your heart. ......

People who like snowy days must have a heart that looks holy and quiet.

Nature created this season's elves and snow. Without snow, how can you feel that the village is made of silver and jade, the world is vast and life is profound?

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

I like snowy days. I have lived in this city for more than ten years. Although my life is humble, I am not inferior. Although I am tired, I don't blame myself. Many times, I want to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city and let my thoughts be silent in a corner of the earth, beside the frozen river, in Yuan Ye like a curtain, and in the chilly cold. Over the years, what has kept a white heart away from the dust of the years?

It's snowing. Snow comes, everything on the earth is still, and people in the snow and trees in the distance form a pure light ink painting, which is also a rare pure beauty without too much rendering. Snow is floating quietly, like a gentle little hand, passing through quiet eyes and sliding into a state of mind like water. Once impatient and impetuous, once irritable and depressed, were gently brushed away by snowflakes. In the snow, life can be so simple and the mood can be so quiet.

The moonlight is faint, passing through the faint clouds and gently sprinkling on the world, just like the memory of a lost time. At this time, the snowflake floated gently, passed through the dead trees, obliquely passed through Wafi, and landed in the childhood village, as quiet as time. Hold your breath and listen attentively, and you will vaguely hear the rhythmic heartbeat of snow. It is the beat of music, the action of passion, and the song of years, such as the faint breeze, the continuous smoke, the long bell and the trembling flowers. A heart is tightening, instinctively resisting the cold, reciting the poem "Like spring breeze, night comes, blowing the petals of ten thousand pear trees", flying the imagination of "opening the door with snow in the morning, and the snow is clear and the clouds are cold", recalling the wonderful time of "Snow is too late for spring, so it flies among the trees in the courtyard". Then, the snowflake stripped my locked soul and gently wiped the rust spots, showing the same color as the village in early spring. Every fall of snow is a gift of life, which makes me find my initial touch and relax my overwhelmed soul.

Snow is an invitation in severe winter and a symbol of poetry. Snow spreads a feeling of post-action in everyone's heart, separating the past from the future; Snowy days herald the end of winter and the arrival of the new year. Snowy days are not only a day for hard-working people to rest, but also a post for thoughtful people to observe their lives. In the snow, enjoy and taste wonderful life fragments and awe-inspiring life stories. The quiet hometown in snowy days and the familiar and distant childhood memories have obviously been replaced by the current noise. You may feel lost in the distant years, but you will become excited about the unknown life tomorrow.

I like snow because I like life. Like the past years, but also look forward to the future years, recalling all the days is actually a kind of heartfelt happiness. Quiet and holy people like the color and meaning of snow. In the quiet and idle night, snowflakes drift across the forehead and cheeks at will, and the majestic momentum immediately makes people feel quiet, ethereal and broad-minded. Standing on the vast land and listening attentively, you will feel a deep love for life, and then all the unhappiness and embarrassment will be irrelevant. ...

Cold snow is coming. In the snow, I think of the small bridge and flowing water in my hometown, simple homesickness, green mountains and green waters, my mother who lives alone, and the years when I laughed and ran. ...

May my life be the same. There are not too many gorgeous spring flowers, too many floating Xia Yun, no noise, no rotating colors, only a quiet and simple white, only a deep and serious life, only a dream, a quiet and indifferent dream like snow.

3. Letters in the snow

The north wind wrapped in flying snow turned the bitterness of the Millennium into silvery white all over the sky. This howling wind is the majesty of the Siberian monsoon or the bitterness of countless ghosts. Is this excess white, holy ivory white, or the pallor of the coffin of the dead foot soldiers? I dare not even think about it, nor dare I look at it. As soon as I looked up, Hangu Pass was in front of me.

Before the door was left unlocked, the square in Nuoda was empty. For example, when the weather is fine, there will be groups of doves of peace, which will gather lightly, disperse and suddenly fly again. There is also the daily costume war drama. The actor's acting skills are really impeccable. Li Zicheng's commanding righteously, Zuo Liangyu's arrogance, the shock of artillery fire, the tragic siege and the bloody hand-to-hand combat are all described incisively and vividly. When you are in a good mood, you can also climb to the rostrum to take a picture, sing on the lookout, mourn in front of the ruins of the arrow library, shoot arrows in the school field, or hire a horse to gallop on the ancient Chinese official road. When you are tired, you can climb to the tower of the ancient road, or blow a wind to cool off, or pick a wild fruit to quench your thirst, which is a rare enjoyment.

But in this snowy dusk, everything is lonely. Judging from the abandoned flags charred by gunfire under the city wall, the war drama has been finished, and the pigeon trainer and horse renter have also closed their stalls early. A large area of snow is still falling, but the wind has stopped and everything has returned to an ancient peace. The Hanguguan Gate Tower, which usually stands cold, is covered with a layer of silver armor together with the nearby mountains, making it even more majestic.

Breathing the cold air, I walked slowly on the ancient road of Hanguan. The lush vegetation on both sides turned into beautiful Yushu Qionghua, and the snow fell from my side and made a sound under my feet. The dark suit turned into a white dress. I don't know whether this dress is for sightseeing or mourning, but I deeply love this ancient seclusion.

Really, I have gained great happiness in this silence. I have always stubbornly believed that if you really want to visit historical sites, you'd better go alone calmly. Throwing five cups and six cups in a group looks very lively and happy, but in fact it has become an anti-customer noise, at least losing the original intention of visiting, because people need to be quiet and think. Everything in ancient times may not be worth protecting, except historical sites or relics, because they show the face of an era or a period of history. After the vicissitudes of life, they were lucky to be left behind and became messengers from ancient times to modern times, conveying the information of the past to us. Although it is only a few words or clues, it is an important material evidence for us to understand ancient times.

Just like this majestic pass that has stood tall for thousands of years, just like this secluded and gloomy ancient road. Because of them, China's ancient cultural region was known as "Kanto" and "Kansai", and China's Ci Hai was described as "the car was not square, the horse was not saddle", and of course there was an exaggerated description of "one person guarded it, and ten thousand people could not force it". How many wars have been fought, and how many wars have been fought, people will pay for it. The chariots of the Five Kingdoms were crushed, the Xiongnu fighters were knocked down, the fire of Chu and Han was burned, the iron horses hissed, the yellow sand was shaken, the bones were pierced, the war continued, the offensive and defensive wars broke out one after another, and the bones piled up. After great achievements, Hanguguan made many famous men, but more homesick women looked at Leng Yue and sighed and went to the grave alone.

I always think that when praising the general's meritorious service, don't forget the heroes on the battlefield. Excuse me, which general has no blood and tears behind him? "Half of us were killed at the front, but the other half are still alive, and beautiful girls are still dancing and singing for them in the camp" is not a beautiful woman, but a luxurious and indulgent general. It is not only the generals who are hateful, but also the ancient military system. After a battle, hundreds of thousands of people are gone, and emperors and generals will say that just a few hundred thousand people can still fight by stripping the armor of the dead, removing weapons and recruiting another batch. At that time, the foot soldiers fought bravely to death, stubbornly resisted to death and surrendered to death. It is common to kill prisoners and surrender. Han Xin, Li Guang, Xiang Yu and Xue all did it. In Mongolia and the Qing Dynasty, it was not enough to kill prisoners, and later it developed to the point of massacre. Even so, the fate of foot soldiers will not be concerned by historians. There are so many things in China that historians and scholars are too busy. Kings and princes can't finish writing about talented people and beautiful women, so they don't have time to write about these humble foot soldiers. So emperors will shine brilliantly in history, but the bones of foot soldiers will always be left alone in the weeds.

Thinking like this, I have unconsciously boarded the observation deck. The stopped wind roared again. I think every snowflake flying around me is the soul of every soldier who died in battle, accusing autocracy, praying for peace and calling for humanitarianism.

Yes, there should be several doves of peace here, roaring in the holy white snow, blending with the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth, and behaving gracefully and touching. Unfortunately, it has become the eternal dream of the foot soldiers. Since they haven't met, why should I expect them? I just clearly feel that the wind is blowing harder and the snow is falling harder and harder, and Guhan Valley Pass is desolate.

Withered snowflakes

Snowflakes fall from the sky and sway. They are connected and fly like a long line.

It brings happiness to the world, and every snowflake contains vitality, which is the result of their struggle.

In the process of tempering, they got what they wanted to achieve. Cold weather requires very low temperatures, and in this way, they were born under such circumstances. Moreover, their lives are extremely short, without the care of their loved ones, and they have lived alone all their lives.

After falling, they finally fell, some fell to the ground, some fell to the sea, some fell to the lake, some fell to the top of the mountain, mountains and a vast area, all accompanied by snowflakes.

Snowflakes falling to the top of the mountain are the happiest and the longest. Because it has been taken care of, it is taken care of by cold air, and the low temperature on the top of the mountain makes it live quietly in such an environment and spend the end of its life.

Snowflakes falling on the mountain are also relatively happy. Although it is not as good as the snow on the top of the mountain, it has spent a long time. It has also seen all kinds of things on the earth, leaving no big regrets.

Snowflakes falling on the ground are sad. It's okay if the weather is cold, but as soon as the sun comes out, the blazing flames will soon end their lives. Their lives will become clear water, flowing quietly, branching into streams, flowing through fields, fertile fields, ancient towns, cities, where it wants to flow, and finally flowing into rivers and boundless seas. Their lives are the most precious. They gave them everything, but they didn't take everything they brought. Everything returned to nature. After they left, everything became clear, and the leaves of the seedlings turned blue, indicating a bumper harvest. They are integrated with everything and have a sweet smile in their hearts.

Snowflakes falling on lakes and seas are the most pitiful. They have no time to realize their ambitions. They have declared the end of life. Together with the flowing snowflakes, they add beneficial elements to this river, this big lake and this magnificent sea, making them endless and benefiting nature.

The snowflake on the top of the tree doesn't want to go. It wants to stay with the tree all the time and nourish it, hoping to get eternal life with the tree. The moistened tree really grows fast, and when the bud opens, it shows its face, announcing the beginning of its little life. But the snowflake is gone forever. Its dream didn't come true. The tree cried, so sad and painful. He also knows that Snowflake's life is short. But it didn't say it at that time, because there was really no motivation to say it. After that, maybe its life will be shorter. Maybe I'll leave early. Although life is short, it is only a day or two with the tree, and I am very happy. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second, snowflakes will melt. It is conceivable that it was very painful for its body at that time. But the happy time with the tree has made it forget the pain, and it is happy. But time is seconds, and the later in life, the more painful it is, but it still insists on smiling at the tree. The tree's heart is also very painful, but in order not to make it sad. It is still forced to smile, which is unnatural and stiff. Until the end of life, neither the tree nor it shed a tear, lamenting that the snowflake finally disappeared its last drop of snow silk, ending its life. But in the end, I smiled at the tree. This last smile has been branded in the heart of the tree forever. After the snowflake, the earth revived and everything reappeared. But at this moment, the tree finally couldn't help the pain inside, and finally cried loudly, crying earth-shattering, and the crying voice echoed for a long time.

Thanks to Snowflake's mother, the seedlings grow sturdily after germination. Although it is not its biological mother, it has long regarded it as its mother since its birth. Pray and bless its mother forever!

Praise snowflakes, praise innocence!

Can Xue's feelings

Earth, my dear mother! I really have to go! I have to leave you again and embark on a new life journey. Although, parting makes me so hard to give up, so painful. But I'm leaving, which really makes me helpless.

Mom, many of my partners have set foot on the road home as scheduled, leaving only a few children who are as worried about their mothers as I am, still in your warm arms, reluctant to leave.

Mom, do you think we are still naive and will only lie in your broad mind and be naughty? ! Mom, can you forgive us? Please forgive us poor wanderers who are lonely all the year round and long for maternal love. ! Mom, do you know how long, how hard and how difficult it is for children to miss you?

Mom, do you know what happens on our way home every year? That's really vigorous and spectacular! Such as hordes, unstoppable, rushing, scrambling, unstoppable! That kind of concentration, that kind of devotion, that kind of desperation can really touch the world and make people sigh! Mom, do you know why? That's because everyone wants to come to your mother as soon as possible and snuggle up in your warm arms as soon as possible! This is the dream that everyone has been waiting for a year!

Mom, do you know why we always hang our delicate arms around your strong neck at home and keep rubbing our cold faces on your spacious face? That's because we want to feel the warmth of maternal love more truly!

Mom, do you know why I often put my face close to your thick and plump chest? That is, we listen to your rhythmic and steady heartbeat and focus on your peaceful and light breathing. Because of these familiar and kind voices, it seems to bring us back to our childhood that has gone away but will never be seen again!

Mom, do you think we are not as perfect and energetic as when we first arrived? ! Yes, that's all because we are tired of pestering the high-temperature officials repeatedly in order to spend more time with you. Mom, although we are just clouds and piles of residual snow now, isn't that enough for us to make you more colorful, just like white clouds dressing up the blue sky and lambs decorating the grassland? !

Mom, it feels good to be around you! Let us feel the warmth and sweetness of the rippling spring breeze in the garden! Mom, although the time we spent by your side seems so fast and hurried, it is like a blink of an eye. But that tender maternal love will linger in our hearts for a long time! Mom, although we can only meet once a year, it seems so rare and precious in the long river of life, just like a few sparse stars in the vast universe. However, the beautiful day of reunion with my mother will shine in the sky of our lives forever like a star!

Mom, please don't laugh at us. We are spoiled children who don't grow up. In fact, we have already matured. We are no longer the stream that only sings cheerful nursery rhymes all day and always jumps when walking in the ravine; We are not wandering in the forest like before, immersed in beautiful dreams. We have experienced extreme cold and snow from the ground to high altitude in Wan Ren! We now have a crystal perfect physique; We now have a white and innocent soul; We now have a lofty and far-reaching vision; Despite all kinds of difficulties and dangers, we now have a strong will to never back down; We now have a lofty ambition to climb the peak of life! Mom, do you think we have grown up? !

Mom, now, we really should go! Although we are so ungrateful and unwilling, it is just fate that cannot be violated! But, mom, please believe us. Although our bodies will leave you soon, our hearts will always be waiting for you and will not be separated from you for a moment! Mom, today next year, we will go home! And come back to you!

Goodbye, dear earth, my mother!

Goodbye! Our dear mother!

Can Xue's ethereal children's voice is still floating in the arms of Mother Earth for a long time. ...

The north wind is wrapped in flying snow, turning the bitterness of the Millennium into silvery white. This howling wind is the majesty of the Siberian monsoon or the bitterness of countless ghosts. Is this excess white, holy ivory white, or the pallor of the coffin of the dead foot soldiers? I dare not even think about it, nor dare I look at it. As soon as I looked up, Hangu Pass was in front of me.

Before the door was left unlocked, the square in Nuoda was empty. For example, when the weather is fine, there will be groups of doves of peace, which will gather lightly, disperse and suddenly fly again. There is also the daily costume war drama. The actor's acting skills are really impeccable. Li Zicheng's commanding righteously, Zuo Liangyu's arrogance, the shock of artillery fire, the tragic siege and the bloody hand-to-hand combat are all described incisively and vividly. When you are in a good mood, you can also climb to the rostrum to take a picture, sing on the lookout, mourn in front of the ruins of the arrow library, shoot arrows in the school field, or hire a horse to gallop on the ancient Chinese official road. When you are tired, you can climb to the tower of the ancient road, or blow a wind to cool off, or pick a wild fruit to quench your thirst, which is a rare enjoyment.

But in this snowy dusk, everything is lonely. Judging from the abandoned flags charred by gunfire under the city wall, the war drama has been finished, and the pigeon trainer and horse renter have also closed their stalls early. A large area of snow is still falling, but the wind has stopped and everything has returned to an ancient peace. The Hanguguan Gate Tower, which usually stands cold, is covered with a layer of silver armor together with the nearby mountains, making it even more majestic.

Breathing the cold air, I walked slowly on the ancient road of Hanguan. The lush vegetation on both sides turned into beautiful Yushu Qionghua, and the snow fell from my side and made a sound under my feet. The dark suit turned into a white dress. I don't know whether this dress is for sightseeing or mourning, but I deeply love this ancient seclusion.

Really, I have gained great happiness in this silence. I have always stubbornly believed that if you really want to visit historical sites, you'd better go alone calmly. Five drinks and six drinks and group fights seem to be very lively and happy, but in fact they have become anti-customer-oriented noise, at least losing the original intention of visiting, because people need peace and thinking. Everything in ancient times may not be worth protecting, except historical sites or relics, because they show the face of an era or a period of history. After the vicissitudes of life, they were lucky to be left behind and became messengers from ancient times to modern times, conveying the information of the past to us. Although it is only a few words or clues, it is an important material evidence for us to understand ancient times.

Just like this majestic pass that has stood tall for thousands of years, just like this secluded and gloomy ancient road. Because of them, China's ancient cultural region was known as "Kanto" and "Kansai", and China's Ci Hai was described as "the car was not square, the horse was not saddle", and of course there was an exaggerated description of "one person guarded it, and ten thousand people could not force it". How many wars have been fought, and how many wars have been fought, people will pay for it. The chariots of the Five Kingdoms were crushed, the Xiongnu fighters were knocked down, the fire of Chu and Han was burned, the iron horses hissed, the yellow sand was shaken, the bones were pierced, the war continued, the offensive and defensive wars broke out one after another, and the bones piled up. After great achievements, Hanguguan made many famous men, but more homesick women looked at Leng Yue and sighed and went to the grave alone.

I always think that when praising the general's meritorious service, don't forget the heroes on the battlefield. Excuse me, which general has no blood and tears behind him? "Half of us were killed at the front, but the other half are still alive, and beautiful girls are still dancing and singing for them in the camp" is not a beautiful woman, but a luxurious and indulgent general. It is not only the generals who are hateful, but also the ancient military system. After a battle, hundreds of thousands of people are gone, and emperors and generals will say that just a few hundred thousand people can still fight by stripping the armor of the dead, removing weapons and recruiting another batch. At that time, the foot soldiers fought bravely to death, stubbornly resisted to death and surrendered to death. It is common to kill prisoners and surrender. Han Xin, Li Guang, Xiang Yu and Xue all did it. In Mongolia and the Qing Dynasty, it was not enough to kill prisoners, and later it developed to the point of massacre. Even so, the fate of foot soldiers will not be concerned by historians. There are so many things in China that historians and scholars are too busy. Kings and princes can't finish writing about talented people and beautiful women, so they don't have time to write about these humble foot soldiers. So emperors will shine brilliantly in history, but the bones of foot soldiers will always be left alone in the weeds.

Thinking like this, I have unconsciously boarded the observation deck. The stopped wind roared again. I think every snowflake flying around me is the soul of every soldier who died in battle, accusing autocracy, praying for peace and calling for humanitarianism.

Yes, there should be several doves of peace here, roaring in the holy white snow, blending with the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth, and behaving gracefully and touching. Unfortunately, it has become the eternal dream of the foot soldiers. Since they haven't met, why should I expect them? I just clearly feel that the wind is blowing harder and the snow is falling harder and harder, and Guhan Valley Pass is desolate.