As far as I can remember, the winters in the south of the Yangtze River all start with cold and cold rain, which lasts at least two days. When the rain in the air is cold enough to condense into snow, it means that it will snow in the sky. The children stood on the wetland and stretched out their arms, watching yukiko roll down on their arms, and then shouted happily, "It's snowing, it's snowing!" " "People look out from doors and windows to make sure it's Yukiko. Yukiko is very conservative and shy. When she landed, she was quickly absorbed and melted by the rain. Snowflakes are gradually falling in the air, and people's vision shows the beauty of snowflakes flying. This is real snow. Adults are looking forward to the warm sun on a sunny day after snow, and children are looking forward to the thick snow for snowball fights. At this time, snowflakes just fly in the air, which can only bring people infinite expectation and excitement, but they can't refuse the accumulation of rain. At night, when people fell asleep, the snowflake finally persuaded the rain to be allowed to accumulate, so the flake and speed of the snowflake increased and quietly spread to every corner of Shan Ye. The early riser opened the door and saw a piece of white. The world is full of excitement, excitement and novelty. They told the sleeping child at the first time. When the children heard that there was a snow base outside the door, their excitement, excitement and freshness rose to a higher level. They stopped lying in bed, got up to see the snow, and then invited people to make a snowball fight.
This year's snow has changed the style of previous years, deleting the prelude to the rain before the snow, and also missing the figure of Yukiko. Snowy days are snowy days, and have nothing to do with the rainy days. It snowed on a sunny day before nine snows, and the flying snow in the sun was very unique and novel. Snow on the ground is no longer only formed in the dead of night. In the morning or morning, snowflakes fall to the ground like flying flocs, and the ground has no time to negotiate with snowflakes. Snowflakes do not discuss with the ground at all, and pile up on the surface at will. The ground turns white quickly in a few minutes, ten minutes and half an hour, and the snow is getting thicker and thicker. Right under people's noses, the dark brown ground was covered with snow. At night, the sky is even more unscrupulous, waving her sleeves full of snowflakes frequently and shaking them off to the world. Early risers tread a path in the snow with their feet. In the past, the wide streets became narrow ridges, and it was useless for cars to retreat.
It won't freeze after snow, and it won't be sunny. Soft snow lay on the ground like a white carpet, and cold and heavy clouds covered the town like a gray pot bottom. People still go out to make a living, with snow chains on their wheels and high boots on their feet. People and cars are mixed in the streets and lanes, and the snow is mixed with mud and splashed on the wheels. Snow, like polluted snow, turns into soil, losing its whiteness and innocence. It has become a fashion to sweep the snow in front of the door. The shopkeeper swept a clearing in front of the door to let pedestrians step off the snow on their feet. Shops pile snow in idle places, roll a snowball on the snowdrift and turn it into a snowman, and brush eyebrows and arrange flowers on the snowman's head to become a beautiful woman; Someone waved a shovel and turned a messy pile of snow into two jade rabbits with ears bigger than tigers. Jade rabbit crawling in front of the store is like telling passers-by that it is a rabbit in the New Year. Others, holding sawdust, carved the snowdrift into a jackal-like watchdog and looked forward at the door of the store, attracting pedestrians to stop and watch.
The snow in the wild is still white, crystal clear and beautiful. I stepped on the snowy road in the wild, and the cold attacked my calf, then my nose and mouth and even my chest. I feel the air is fresh, and my heart and lungs are clean. The fields and mountains and rivers were wrapped in silver. I reached out and grabbed a handful of snow and threw it on the treetops, and the snow on the treetops fell one after another. The untouched snow is clean, flat and smooth, which makes people fondle it. I just lie on my back in the snow, open my arms and open my eyes to look at the sky. The sky is still gray. When will it clear up with such cold and thick clouds? Where is the warm sun on a sunny day after snow? The cold smell of snow attacked the back of my head and gradually attacked my neck and back ... I couldn't stay here for long, so I turned over and left my outline on the snow. I am blind, but I can draw my most natural and relaxed outline to Snow White. I am happy, comfortable, confident and satisfied.
Snow brings endless pleasure, and the cold is inevitable. The style of Jiangnan snow has changed, making people afraid to recognize each other. However, the whiteness and innocence of snow remain the same.