(Snow Nine, Part II)
No one has any reason not to go to Jiugong Mountain to see a snowflake flying.
The snow in Jiugong Mountain is too precious. She is not a pedestrian's footprint. Everywhere, everywhere can patrol.
Everything is precious, everything is rare, and everything is rare, but no one will be stingy with the arrival of a snow like God.
Precious snow, held in the palm of your hand, afraid of melting; Rare snow, hanging on the treetops, afraid of falling; Rare snow, floating in the air, I am afraid of losing it.
Wanshan looked up at Jiugong's snowy paradise and looked down at his short figure. He was disappointed, his sky was infected by the virus, his uterus was shriveled by desire and heat, and he could not conceive Snowflake's daughter. It's too difficult to gently pinch snowflake's delicate little hand. There is no dust in the sky of Jiugong Mountain, which makes it easy for snow elves to get into bed. The height of Jiugong Mountain is easier to accept the favor of new snow. Just like a tall person, it is easier to visit the cheeks of flowers and climb relatives with them.
I have walked all the way, seen all the way, sang all the way and laughed all the way: spring is full of lead; In summer, the weather is cool; In autumn, five brocade flowers are in the wild; In winter, the stars are flat and faint.
It has always been that man and nature live in harmony. As long as the soil and water are well prepared, the natural vegetation will flourish. As long as the true feelings embrace the landscape, the landscape will be harmonious.
That's how I came here. I picked up my father's desk, carried my mother's wheat flour and soaked it in the water of Huyun Lake. The more I chewed it, the better it tasted. My father made a desk for me, for Qin Shihuang Hanwu, Song Zu, and now romantic figures, with my book, cloud ink painting peach blossoms.
Don't be happy with things, don't be sad for yourself, don't be obscene in clothes, and don't be weak. I am me, I am a stone in Jiugong, I am a drop of water in Hu Yun, and the address here is my hometown.
Mountain flowers, spray, snowflakes and heart flowers bloom in time and space and live on clouds. Every year we meet, we have crazy ideas. Only snowflakes bloom at the latest, longest, shortest, highest, shortest, most, coldest, most exciting and most joyful.
Snowflakes floating in Jiugong Mountain, with various postures and covered with bronze drums, are close relatives of Wu Chu, an ancient country. You have me, and I have you, embracing each other, regardless of you and me. Once you make bad friends, you abuse God's whip and take turns beating each other, leaving you with pavilions and scars. One day, the snow at the gate bridged Xiongguan in Wu Chu, covering many footprints, but I couldn't get lost in the coming and going of marrying beautiful women. Sprinkle snow on the cliff in spring, find a place to stand a cone, dance in the deep valley wind, stick to the wall to turn into jade, hold rocks into ice, make streams with water, and make holes into curtains. The snow in Fenghuangling is limited to the red wall, and the forest garden is set up. It is easy to get lost when you escape into it. Dyed in the jungle, painted on the branches of ancient trees, frozen bamboo leaves become silver strings, and the jade emperor blows cranes obliquely.
Lake in the clouds, I want to go to the lake in the clouds, I prefer the snow in the lake in the clouds. Walking here for many years, Snowflake, to me, is a affectionate sister, a naughty sister, a naughty sister, a delicate sister and a clever sister. Their arrival always gets on my nerves. Snow is a miniature dynasty, whether it is snow mountain, snow plain, snow lake or snow palace, it will come and go in a hurry.
I am happy when I see snow every year;
The melting of snow increased my sadness.
When it snows, Jiugong Mountain becomes a snow country. At this time of the year, I am watching the snow in Huyun Lake. I always believe that the snow is coming, sooner or later, and the entanglement of ice and snow is fighting on Jiugong Mountain. In winter, people are always afraid of the cold, but the temptation of ice and snow has never weakened. I have never heard of anyone embracing the cold wind, but people who embrace ice and snow, especially urbanites, inevitably have this romantic feeling. The snow scene is so charming, holy, fresh and rare. It can be windy and rainy many times a year, but the snow is reluctant to open easily.
It snowed and froze in Jiugong Mountain, and the cloud lake in Jiugong Mountain became an ice lake. With this scene, many people under the mountain, especially those in the city, climbed Jiugong Mountain one after another in droves and enjoyed the wonders of snow and ice on the mountain for several days, but they had never heard of rain and wind in Jiugong Mountain. People only expect it to snow and fog in Jiugong Mountain. Who expects it to rain and wind?
Many people find it difficult to climb the snow on the crow's head and the snow wrapped in bronze drums. That's because the snow god is too cruel, that's because the snow lodge is too high, that's because the snow trail is too difficult to walk, and that's because the snow peak is too beautiful. Then look forward to the snow in the clouds and lakes. Under the bronze drum and above the cloud gate, Hu Yun is the snowfield where snowflakes fall and the classroom where snowflakes learn to dance.
The temptation of snow fascinates many people, and expectation and waiting will torture many people with their will. No snowflake is selfish. Where she fell, there was no footnote, just like a person's reincarnation. She never estimates whether her mother is rich or not. But the next snow is really difficult, and sometimes it is even cheating and playing hide-and-seek. On a cold and gloomy day, a few tender snowflakes fell, delicate and not generous at all. After falling for a while, it gradually disappeared, making people want to curse, but how to curse? The sky is for people to see, people worship it, and it doesn't snow. That's because the clouds in the sky haven't hatched, or the snowfields worth talking about have not been selected, and only a little snow has fallen. That's because the climate doesn't make the mountains grow old together. Of course, it's no use worrying, so wait, and then hope to see the sky without snow, and those with snow will follow quickly. People are in front of us, the sky is watching, looking at the sky, looking up at the sky and worshiping it. Don't complain, but on Sunday, maybe that Sunday, a lot of snowflakes will fall. The hybridization of clouds freezes the biting cold into thin water, blooms literary flowers, and floats down from the air in droves, compiling a diary of snow's youth, and writing a speech of snow's youth.
In the annals, there are many names of the Xue family, some are Yulong, and some are Liu Chu's daughters. Snow is so affectionate, and the name of snow is full of poetry. Although it snows in a big family, where it falls depends on the mood of people in this place.
Jiugong Mountain is too high and far away, especially in snowy days, which is in harmony with the sky. The snow in Yunzhong Lake is too cold. The time difference between people's footsteps and Jiugong Mountain is only a snow, and people's mood is only a snow kiss from Yunzhong Lake. Some poets and splash ink on the order of snow, afraid of folding clothes with snow, just look at the snow gently on the shore, never count how long a day is, but they are reluctant to put away their books and close their easels. Look quietly, watching snowflakes add footnotes to Hu Yun; Write quietly, see how strong snowflake's feet are, and see how high snowflake's education is. The mountain by the lake is a thick background, so I draw pictures everywhere, drawing a picture of snowflakes falling and icebergs falling. Huyun Lake is boundless in time and space, and snowflakes are falling, which shows that the sky is soaring and dazzling. You can't see the snow, but you landed in my kingdom, which is my bride.
Staring at the railing of Huyun Lake, wearing snowflakes, standing quietly in the snow, enjoying the coolness and tranquility.
Looking at the other side of Huyun Lake through the cracks of snowflakes, or the water city is illusory, or the peaks and mountains are sparse, or the palaces are solemn, or the balconies are more lonely. They are all wrapped in snow and sometimes appear, making it difficult to confirm the real direction.
Snowflakes in Hu Yun are surrounded by barriers such as Tonggubao, Bijiashan, Tianmen and Fenghuangling. These mighty men and the slender trees by the lake are caring for Hu Yun. Their shadows have always been accommodated by Hu Yun, and the ripples in Hu Yun seem to be mending their clothes of different sizes. Their faces are eroded by the dust of the years, and the colors are green, yellow and white. Hu Yun is loved by the surrounding mountains, and they are also remembered. These eyebrows of nature, big or small, are grateful to each other, grateful for the creation of heaven and earth, mutual benefit and harmonious coexistence. Isn't this a kind of human beauty? In Dashan's view, how much absolute beauty does a mirror of Huyun Lake record? The situation changes, or it is extremely prosperous, or it is extremely prosperous. The years are like water and the scenes are frequent. Snowflakes in Huyun Lake fall under the care of these mountains. The thick snow on the mountain is a thick quilt, and the rows of trees by the lake are tall cloaks, all of which are blocking the cold for Huyun Lake. However, the sky was extremely cold and turned into snow. The afterbirth of the cloud can't wrap the will of God. A snow, in the crack of the charcoal fire in the vault, in the heart of the hall cup, in the trekking place of the nocturnal people, from less to more, from slow to fast, from zero array to clump, continuously floats to Jiugong, to Yunhu, and the wind helps the snow.
There is no music in the snow of the lake, but Feng is willing to play the piano.
The trees by the lake have no clothes in winter, but snowflakes subsidize them.
Snow is afraid of loneliness and keeps chasing. Pieces of snow, one after another, cling to the shoulder, walk hand in hand, hug and fall. Snow has a huge population, so it is precious not to let a snowflake stop flying. They know that although their space is vast, their freedom is limited and the time to move is too short. Once they land, they can't control themselves, and they can't move their hands and feet. Like taking too many sleeping pills, they can't turn over again. Therefore, snowflakes are willing to fly in the air with the wind, look up at the sky high, look down at the ground thick, try to extend the flight time, hug as close as relatives, talk as happily as ever, dance vigorously in the snow, wave ribbons, snuggle with true feelings and have infinite attachment. Once they land, they will go to an empty door forever.
Snowflakes are floating tightly, and I feel that Dragon Ball Island is slowly rising. The snow in Huyun Lake is getting thicker and thicker, and I feel that Dragon Ball Island is sinking.
I looked up at the sky. Snowflakes were full of energy. The more you fall, the more addictive you become. The continuous horse array gradually fell into the snow and fog, and gradually filled my field of vision. The figure of Dragon Ball Tower gradually disappeared, gradually bridging the bell of Ruiqing Palace and the voice of priests, and gradually I didn't know who my hometown was.
Large snowflakes spared no effort to cover Huyun Lake, which stopped singing in the past and was collectively banned overnight. Some snowflakes fall on the branches of Yunli Lake, some on the railings, and some on the lake. The snow hanging on the branches is the glory of life; The snow condensed on the railing formed a delicate Yu Pei, crystal clear and bright. It is the most beautiful pendant, embellishing the railings and adding interest to Huyun Lake. Snowflakes are falling in the sea of clouds, and I deeply regret committing suicide in the lake and paying homage to a lost youth in the vast sea. Those countless snowflakes thrown into the lake are the jingwei birds of the snow country? Regardless of the weakness of life, still wave after wave, thrown into the lake to leave, lonely and speechless, diluting endless worries.
Snowflakes fall in a quiet lake. Thousands of snowflakes in Qian Qian are born from mica and grow up in a flash, never considering what will happen. Once they put their menarche in the lake, they completely changed their identities and resumes. Hu Yun accepted all the orders, never refused the affection of snowflakes, and turned the simple equation of snowflake collection into water or ice. Snowflakes, with the sword of cold wind, want to cast a thousand-year-old waters on a mountain into a thick sky mirror, reflecting the sky to see how high the sky is, how thick the clouds are, how long the snow is and how long the people are.
Snow falls on Huyun Lake, surrounding the center of the lake in the form of bridging and nibbling, narrowing the encirclement. One piece of snow melted and another piece of snow filled in. The lake is getting thicker and the water surface is getting smaller and smaller. Gradually, I saw the middle of the lake, and the snow kept falling. Finally, the lake was completely frozen, and Hu Yun put on thick armor, so there was no future.
Looking up at the endless snowflakes, they came to Hu Yun as always. The first snow became the elder, and the later snow became the later. They embrace each other, condense in one place, melt and add layers, become thinner and thicker, and constantly accumulate thick fat. On the clear water surface of a lake, it is necessary to cover the Hu Yun, curb the clear water surface, lay a solid foundation and fill a vast lake mirror. Under the snow and fog, hazy, under the sun, it radiates cold light, branding the figure of trees and forming a natural oil painting. The contract between wind and snow forged this ice and snow project. How much effort does it take? How good is this mood? What kind of mood is this? How cruel is this? The lake on Dragon Ball Island and the statue of Ruiqing Palace in the alpine water city were cast into an ice-clean celestial ship, creating a beautiful scene in the middle of winter and being worshipped by thousands of people.
Jiugong Mountain is too high, and the lake mirror in the clouds is too thick. I really want to lighten the burden for it. When I am tired of running, I look up at the sky, let the snowflakes cool me down, clear away all other thoughts and listen to a harsh voice.
I eat snowflakes only to reduce the weight of Yunhu; The snow hung on the branches on the shore and clustered into jade clothes. Time has passed for a long time, and the waste of time has stabilized my heart. I walked from the dry land of teenagers to the shore of water, scooped up the water from Huyun Lake and nourished my bones and muscles; With the snow in Huyun Lake, my vision has been broadened. Snowflakes are constantly floating, endlessly deducing, covered by snowflakes, and pre-installed with spring devices. Although the dream of the future is still far away, Snowflake's matchmaker always likes to melt snow into water and make a pool of drunken bridal chamber.
Enjoy the snow in Huyun Lake without an umbrella!
Let snowflakes put on suits and turn into snowmen. Knowing each other without gaps, being close as ever, enjoying the cold in the mountains and enjoying the snow, meeting an old friend in Hu Yun is a lifetime of luck. Looking at the snow with an umbrella looks picturesque, but you have made a gap with the snow and added a gap.
Enjoy the snow in Huyun Lake, don't run!
The snow at the foot is still a virgin and the white jade is flawless. You don't know that spring is blowing, the world is cold, and you haven't received the letter of appointment. Although you practiced Tik Tok for a while, it seems romantic and affectionate, but you accelerated the exile of time, and ignored the residual snow and crying.
Snow reflects the world of mortals, walking alone, hoping for sunny snow. Are there snowflakes on your hair tips and eyelashes?
How many snows have been trampled, how many snows have been suppressed, how many snows have been defiled, how many snows have been deleted, and how many snows are there? I wonder where another snow will rest in peace.
At this time, my heart began to snow and it was covered with snow. I am always proud of snow. Although I see the ice soul, I always feel that Zen doesn't know snow, and people are not as good as snow.
The time of Huyun Lake is eternal, but the duration of ice and snow will not last forever. I heard a popping sound. This is the needle that the sun cuts through the ice. It was the light of the sun that opened Hu Yunhu's eyes, and let the lake, which had been silent for many days, surface for a breath, revealing its shape and seeing the blue sky and white clouds. The lake that has been closed for a long time and has been silent for a long time began to counterattack, liberating the thick ice armor inch by inch and becoming its own nation.
I met the cold wind again, and I met the snowflake again. The attachment of the Snow Goddess has made the snowflakes drifting to Hu Yun full of vitality for thousands of years.
Hu Yun's snow, since the Tianmen opened, since the bronze drum came, since the wind chimes danced, since the pen was cut. No one has bound snowflakes into a book, and no one has chosen the first ice and snow champion for Hu Yun.
I cut ice to get water to grind ink, trim the spectrum for Huyun Lake, and mark the year of snowflake. Whether it is the youth work of snow or the old list of snow, it is the surge of my snow country and the boiling of my melting snow!
Ah! My Yunhe Lake snow, my nine palaces-
The peach forest in spring in the coming year will be beautiful with thousands of trees. Wind chimes, Chanjuan fairy dance rhyme, guqin a crystal heart.
The snowy area of Tianhu Lake is cold, and the clouds and water are Zen. Xiao Chunhua opened, holding a jade umbrella and talking to you.