Text/Xing Zhanshuang
Most people don’t like winter. They think it is cold, monotonous and gloomy, but I look forward to it very much.
Winter is full of charm, colorful, quiet, holy, desolate and lonely, and everything is recuperating and ready to go.
Winter is inseparable from snow, and winter without snow is not a real winter. A heavy snow adds infinite poetry to winter.
The world changed overnight, yesterday’s gloom was swept away, and today’s whiteness is everywhere.
Walking through the snow, the earth is covered with a thick quilt, and the bare dead branches and leaves are no longer shrinking, sleeping under the quilt and dreaming sweet dreams.
The roofs of people in small towns are covered in silver, with red tiles and blue eaves, shining like a fairy tale.
Plumes of smoke curled up, which was the last dance of the fire, dyed the sky white, warmed the heart of the wanderer and accelerated the pace of the wanderer’s home.
Walking through the snow, I walked through a village and went to the wilderness. It was inaccessible here. There were no rut marks on the dam, only the paw prints of some unknown animals, stretching into the distance.
Snow mud claws, thanks to heavy snow, it faithfully records the imprint of life.
Walking through the snow, I walked to the end of the dam, where the river ditch turned, the other side was the boundary of the neighboring county, and the distant village was like a dream.
Several children are pulling ice carts in the snow and digging snow holes in the river ditch. The heavy snow has brought infinite joy to the children.
Walking through the snow, looking at the town in the distance, the glow is shrouded, the smoke is curling, and the clouds are steaming. Distance produces beauty, standing in the wild and looking at the town is dreamlike and picturesque.
Walking through the snow, my thoughts flow. "Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow returns to people at night." The ancients may have a deeper understanding of snow than the busy modern people.
Rime is a beautiful business card in winter, which illuminates people’s eyes. On a foggy morning, the sun seems to be drunk, too. His red face is pleasing to the eye and charming.
Captured by a camera, the picture becomes pale and pale. No matter how good the pixel configuration is, it can’t capture the true color of the sun through the fog. Its beauty can’t be captured by a camera, can’t be colored by a painter, and can’t be described by a writer.
It can only be understood, but not expressed.
The sun came out and the sky was clear. Rime dressed all the trees as brides, pure, beautiful and fascinated.
The bird flew naughtily from one tree to the other. It must be looking for the feeling of silver bars falling. Birds rise and fall on trees in winter, just like dancing notes floating among trees.
A person selling sugar-coated haws pushes a bicycle, and strings of fiery red Sugar-Coated Berry beads are round and jade-like, dazzling, just like flowers blooming on a straw handle, fragrant the cold and lonely years.
For rural people, winter is a leisurely season. Without the hectic pace of city people, life goes by slowly.
On a snowy day, burn a red coal fire, stew a pot of mutton with sauerkraut and hold a big book. Listening to the coal fire singing in the stove, watching sauerkraut and meat bubbling on the stove, chanting the ancient poem in my heart, "there’s a gleam of green in an old bottle, there’s a stir of red in the quiet stove. There’s a feeling of snow in the dusk outside, what about a cup of wine inside?? "
In fact, winter is full of charm, picturesque and dreamlike.
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