At dusk, it snowed all day and finally stopped gradually. The world seems to have solidified under the heavy night, and all life is quietly sleeping. Far and near valleys, plains, Woods, villages ... under the snowy light, they are all wrapped in silver and extraordinarily enchanting. On the first night after the snow, everything was silent and lifeless.

Suddenly, there was a piercing cry in the distance, breaking the silence of this cold night. That cry, like weeping, sounds creepy if you are angry and resentful! Oh, it's the old dog exiled by his master, howling by the fence in the former village: is it lamenting his life experience or pouring out human feelings?

Ma Pingchuan, an endless wilderness, crouched under the oppression of snow, as if unwilling to struggle. The lush grass and busy bees and butterflies everywhere are now hidden without a trace. Only a few hundred-year-old trees are still stretching their bare branches, like ghosts and bones, adding a bit of sadness and sadness to the night after the snow.

The vast space, silently staring at the lower bound, shows its unfathomable. Behind the snow layer, the moon showed a gray face, which shed cold light on the world, making people feel even colder; There are only a few cold stars accompanying her, which makes her sigh the loneliness and coldness of this cold night. Look, her eyes are so sad, and her steps are so slow!

Gradually, the moon finally reached the end of her journey, quietly disappearing on the edge of the wilderness, leaving only a touch of blue-gray light rippling in the sky. Later, I saw that the mysterious fish white began to spread from the east, like laying a gentle veil on the whole earth. The chill is getting stronger and stronger. The snow on the branches has unconsciously condensed into crystal ice.

Ah, the picturesque night is the time when birds tremble and suffer! Their feathers are wet and their feet are stiff with cold; The biting cold wind rushed through the forest, raging and showing off, blowing their poor nests from side to side; Sleepy eyes just closed, and a cold woke them up again; ..... just shivering, shivering, gloomily staring at the white leaves, looking forward to the end of the long, unfinished night, in exchange for a hopeful dawn.

Laughter and tears, Ji Bolun.

I watched the sleeping nature for a long time. So, I found that there is an endless thing that money can't buy; An east that can't be washed away with the tears of autumn; Something that cannot be strangled by the pain of winter; Things that can't be found on the shores of Lake Geneva or tourist attractions in Italy; It is so strong and unyielding, full of vitality in spring and fruitful in summer. I saw love there.

The sun has collected its last rays from those beautiful parks, the moon rises from the horizon, and the soft moonlight shines in the parks. I sat under the tree and looked at the ever-changing sky. Looking up at the stars in the night sky through the cracks in the branches, like silver coins scattered on the blue carpet, you can hear the sound of running water in the mountains and streams from a distance.

Birds seek shelter among the dense branches and leaves, and flowers close their sleepy eyes. In the silence, I heard soft footsteps on the grass. When I looked intently, a young man came up to me with a girl. They sat down under a lush tree. I can see them, but they can't see me The young man looked around and said, "Dear, please sit next to me." Go! Laugh! Your smile is a symbol of our future. You are happy! The whole era is cheering for us. My heart tells me that it is a sin to doubt your heart and love, dear! Soon, you will be the owner of all the property in this vast world under the silver moonlight, and become the owner of a palace comparable to a palace. I will take you around the world on my good horse. I will drive my car and accompany you in and out of dance halls and casinos. Smile, dear, like gold in my treasure house! Look at me like my father's jewelry.

Listen, honey! If I don't pour out my heart to you, my heart will be restless. We will celebrate the Year of Honey. We will spend our honeymoon with a lot of gold by the lake in Switzerland, at the tourist attractions in Italy, next to the Nile Palace and under the green fir trees in Lebanon. You will meet those rich ladies, and your clothes will definitely make them jealous. I want to give you all this, aren't you satisfied? Ah! How sweet your smile is! You smile, as if my fate is smiling. "

After a while, I saw them walking leisurely, just like the feet of the rich stepping on the hearts of the poor and the flowers on the ground.

They disappeared from my sight, and I was thinking about the position of money in love. I believe that money-the root of human evil; Love-the source of happiness and light. I have been wandering on the stage of these thoughts. Suddenly I found two figures walking in front of me and sitting on the grass not far away. This is a pair of young men and women coming from the farmland. There is a farmer's hut beyond the farmland. After a sad silence, with a deep sigh, I heard the words from a tuberculosis patient: "Dear! Dry your tears, supreme love opens our eyes and makes us its admirers. It is it that gives us patience and strength. Dry your tears! You should be patient, because we have become close partners. For the sake of beautiful love, we have to endure the torture of poverty, the unfortunate pain and the bitterness of parting. In order to get a sum of money that I can get in front of you and spend the rest of my life, I must compete with the sun and the moon. Dear, God is the embodiment of supreme love. He will accept our sadness and tears like a candle, and he will give us an appropriate return. I want to say goodbye to you, dear! I can't wait for the moonlight to fade. "

Then, I heard a kind and hot voice interrupt the sad sigh. It was a gentle girl's voice, which poured all the passionate love, the pain of parting and the joy of hard work into her heart: "Goodbye, dear!" " "

With that, they broke up. I sat under that tree, and many secrets of this wonderful universe were exposed to me, asking me to lend a sympathetic hand.

I watched the sleeping nature for a long time. So, I found that there is an endless thing that money can't buy; An east that can't be washed away with the tears of autumn; Something that cannot be strangled by the pain of winter; Things that can't be found on the shores of Lake Geneva or tourist attractions in Italy; It is so strong and unyielding, full of vitality in spring and fruitful in summer. I saw love there.