Snow fell silent

Living on the plateau, I am used to dancing gracefully in winter snow. If there is no snow flying, my mood will be inexplicably lost and I will feel a little melancholy lingering in my heart! People are looking forward to snow moistening the dry earth. Yesterday, on a normal day in a cold season, it was very cold to go out to work. The lead-colored clouds hung on the top of my head low, and the sky was covered with a layer of light gray. Tiny snow particles were flying all over the sky, like white sand, dense, falling into silver, rising and falling without sound. At this time, the pedestrians and vehicles on the road, red or white, black or green, are just like a flowing colorful ornament in the floating snow. The pedestrians in the snow wore tight coats, shrank their bodies, squinted their eyes, deliberately dodged the intrusion of snow particles blowing on their faces, and refused to hug them closely with their cheeks and neck. No! That was the snow unwilling to fall, unwilling to be rolled into mud or snow Cake By The Benz wheel, unwilling to be defiled by the mire. Somehow, the flying snowflakes only covered the land thinly, so I stopped mischievously. I longed for snowflakes flying all over the sky, all over the mountains and plains, and stood quietly in the snow at that time, feel the elegant and silent dance of snowflakes; Feel the purity and glittering and translucent snow, and integrate your thoughts into the silence of falling snow and fly together! When the night came, I deliberately walked to the street against the cold wind. At this time, the snow particles turned into snowflakes again. The bright street lamps reflected the white snowflakes, as if countless fireflies were turned out to fly under the street lamps. The dim light will pull your figure to the long night. The night is very quiet and the snow is silent. Everything shows a different scenery under the night in the silent gaze. On the silent road, you can dance with snowflakes as much as you like, regardless of who is blocking your sight or whose smiling face is annoyed. You can open your arms to touch the glittering thoughts, and let them turn into a transparent drop of water in your warm palm. This is the tears of snowflakes! It always moistens your eyes, evokes your memory, and lets you carve the truest mind in the initial white snow. The snow fell silent, and my thoughts were infinite. Everything was wrapped in silence and dyed by the snow. I really liked this feeling and walked into the fairy tale of winter in a pure and beautiful deep feeling. Looking at the White elves all over the sky giving a spirit to the dance, wrapping the Silent Earth with a broad mind, hiding the noise and dust of the world of mortals, quietly dressed up the vast wilderness, bringing purity to the world. This morning, I opened the window curtain and looked at the misty mountains and fields in the snow from the window. In the looming distance, the Snow Sky met each other. Nearby tall buildings, big trees, wrapped in silver, everything was covered in white color, and the dust and withered branches in the past were deeply buried in the silver white world, make your mood pure and beautiful. At this time, with joy, I got up hurriedly, rushed out of the house and stood in the snow, feeling the coolness of snowflakes falling on my face. Maybe, winter is really close to me at a moment. When you raise your head and squint your eyes to see the snow spreading all over the sky, you will feel a little throb inexplicably, trembling slightly with the rhythm of falling snow. Although the wind is very cold, I feel very warm because of the coming of snow, just like the beautiful memory of childhood, which warms my heart. I remember when I was young, I always ran out wearing my mother’s cotton-padded jacket when heavy snow was falling. I asked several partners to fight snowballs, make snowmen and roll snowballs in the snow. I am always proud of my victory and my masterpiece. The snow is always silent, and we are always playing to our heart’s content. We have no idea that we have disturbed the peace. The innocent and sweet laughter pervades under the sky full of snowflakes, and we don’t want to go back! It was not until hearing the call of family members that they disappeared in the snow with fallen flowers all over their bodies, and gave peace to the snow. The memory at that time was always very beautiful. The pure and romantic smile was rippling in the snow dance, and the innocent and lively footprints were depicted in the snow. Everything seemed so natural and harmonious. Today, I am still longing for the day of falling snow, and I like to fly my thoughts in the flying snowflakes. 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Warm a pot of homesickness like wine

Homesickness is like the sinking of a jar of scriptures, which has not yet been lightly opened. In A Touch of dense fragrance, you will be drunk with your heart leaning lightly against the lingering charm of the season. Hold an embroidered umbrella and move lightly in the fine rain line. Strolling on the riverside with unique scenery. Gentle willows, dressed in green clothes, danced with the wind. Those light whispers made the Camellia on the shore blush as charming as Rouge. Who is the one who picks up the singing voice, then the season is full of sorrow. Unable to gather up a sleeve of light dancing and flying parting, we can only let it drop into rain beads on the ground. The air was covered with wet marks. I really want to pick up a ray of sunshine from my hometown, don’t wear it. I miss the warm smell of sunshine and more of my hometown’s feelings after passing through the unavoidable humidity in this season. Is the time at the end of the eyes into a Daisy pose, or wandering missing haggard appearance? Finally it was clear that it was the steps away from people and the care day after day that made a cup of wine from hometown. Hold it in the palm, drink it carefully with the devotion of one heart. I miss my hometown and read it to the depth. I can only cut a piece of pure white cotton in my words, listen to Richard’s homesickness and immerse myself in the soft and tranquil sadness. The air is full of the fragrance of grass and flowers, and the soil also gives off a fresh smell. The flowers blossoming tree by tree, with the gentle wind and the bright sunshine, danced into the most beautiful April day in my hometown. So, why not read it? The joy I read is always there. After all is Jiangnan, misty rain rain. With an unbreakable heart, it is wrapped into a green lotus between the fingers. Just like a young woman standing near the water, she sang softly with low eyebrows. In addition to the songs, there is an endless sadness. Xieyang bridge, water pavilion. It seems that all of them are stained with the sad and beautiful details, with a touch of lingering emotions. The sound was slow, and I heard the soft rain knocking on the window at night. The Nocturne like water can not eliminate the melancholy of the increasing abundance of eyebrows. In this way, we know that no matter how beautiful and graceful the south of the Yangtze River is, it is always the ink painting hanging in the dream. And hometown is the tenderness which is covered with all the space in the heart, and the lovesickness embroidered on that piece of red brocade. Warm a pot of homesickness, pick up a few memories of hometown, with strong yearning, slowly drink alone in the music Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…