Selected essays on snow scene (1);
It snows slowly.
The snow began to fall slowly.
In the village deep in the mountains, the smoke from the kitchen is more clearly discernible in the slowly falling snow scene. Several dogs, yellow, black and white, are playing happily in the snow, and occasionally the barking of dogs echoes in the valley, shaking off the snow on the pine branches. As soon as the snow fell on the pine branches, a golden squirrel jumped up happily to smell the colorless and tasteless snow. It thought it was something to eat. Although disappointed, it is also very leisurely. It's like sending Liu Zongyuan a golden squirrel in winter. Don't Liu Zongyuan forget, sculpture in Xueyuan? Yang or Golden Squirrel Remember the folk songs in the snow?
The golden squirrel stood up. Because it heard the sound of snow in the distance, there was a man's footsteps near the snowy road, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. Both the Golden Squirrel and I vaguely heard an old man singing:
There are no birds in the mountains,
A thousand roads without footprints,
A boat, a bamboo cloak,
An old man is fishing on the cold river-snow. "
-The poem "Jiang Xue" has only 20 words, but it outlines a bleak picture of a snowy area: a mountain with no birds, a deserted ancient road, all covered with snow, and only an old man is fishing.
It is an empty and lonely world of snow, which is scary to be desolate, but beautiful to make people feel refreshed and carefree. However, this is only the vision in the picture. I see, deep in the snow, someone made his beautiful movie "Hanging the Red Lantern High" and some movies I remember, such as "Yuan Ye". This is a snowy area, which has condensed China culture for many years.
In the river blocked by ice and snow, a leaf boat solidified like a carved villa. On the boat, a fisherman was dressed in hemp fiber, hat and fishing rod, as calm as a sculpture. Surprised, the landscape became a painting on China Xuan paper.
I can't tell which is the fisherman and which is Liu Zongyuan. However, I would also like to be a fisherman in the snow scene, lock the leisure and elegance of life in the snowy water, and listen to China's beautiful poem "There are no birds in a hundred mountains, no footprints in a thousand paths, a boat with a leaf, and an old man with a bamboo coat fishing for the cold river snow" for thousands of years.
The snow is slowly falling ...
Selected essays on snow scene (2);
snowscape
Snow is light, light and white. As light as goose feathers. Gently, gently, fluttering in the wind. Like naughty children, they play on the road and talk to their partners. Maybe with his own dream, just like this, he fell down. Si Nuo is an excellent dancer. No accompaniment, no cheers. She dances in a white dress, and sometimes she dances "Little Swan Dance" and "Nutcracker" with her partner ... I don't know who is so careful. In order to set off her slim figure, she chose blue as the background of the stage and spread a blue carpet on the stage. Lanterns are sometimes set to passionate red and sometimes to cool colors. Si Nuo has many fans. When the snow began to dance, millions of people in Qian Qian looked up and noticed.
After the dance, the snow was tired, and it fell on the roof, on the trees, on the flowers, and on the children's hands. The child's palm has temperature. Snow melts into a drop of water. The child smiled and wiped it off, and then went to pick up another piece of snow.
Snowflakes falling to the ground is also a scene. If you look around like this, the world will turn white, and the sky seems to be connected with the house, with no hierarchy and only one side. Like an ink painting, with a few strokes, the snow is painted in various shapes. Simple and clear, it is not slow at all, but it embodies the tenderness and charm of snow everywhere. Everything in the world is catching up with the popularity of snow, put on snow clothes. Snow is also a gift from heaven to children. "Making Lohan" and "Shaping Angels" are children's favorite games at this time.
Snow is like yarn, so transparent and pure white, but the yarn is not as smooth as snow, and there is no pink tenderness revealed by snow under white.
Snow is no stranger to me as a northerner, but it is really out of reach for southerners with spring-like seasons!
The composition of snow is closely related to temperature. The colder and wetter the weather, the heavier the snow. People often say that "snow will bring a good harvest". This is precisely because in the cold winter, the temperature in the north has reached tens of degrees below zero, and white snow flowers fall on the ground bit by bit, covering crops. Bacteria and pests living in crops can't stand the "torture" of cold temperature, so they all freeze to death. After the return of spring and winter, everything revived, and the bacteria and pests that lost their lives under "torture" disappeared with the change of winter, and pests and bacteria could no longer do evil to crops.
Looking back, we can see that the earth turned white in an instant. How can this spectacular and beautiful scenery not sing a poem: "The scenery in the north is frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow in Wan Li is drifting. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed; When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum. The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height. When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight! There are so many beauties in Jiangshan because countless heroes have won over. Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish. Genghis Khan, a generation of arrogant people, only knows how to shoot an eagle with a bow. Count the romantic figures in the past and look at the present. "
Xx, the author of this poem, was very happy that there was a heavy snow in Qingjian, northern Shaanxi, and wrote this poem "Spring Snow in Qinyuan".
Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed; Up and down the river, lost the surge. ...
My home is located in Erie, Pennsylvania. It is located on the lake Erie, so it rains a lot in summer and snows a lot in winter.
Mother likes rain, because it can wash all those ugly things clean, and going out will not bring too much trouble. But I think I'm crying when it rains. It's not pretty. It better snow. When it snows, snowflakes are flying, just like butterflies flying with white silk. How beautiful!
Indeed, snow can also bring trouble to life. For example, when it snows heavily, you should sweep the snow. Once, we had a heavy snow here. Fortunately, I didn't go to school that day, but my mother had to go to work. Snow blocks the garage door like a low wall, and the car can't get out. Our good neighbor Tom saw this situation and came to help. He used his snow blower to help us clear the snow so that my mother could go to work.
At present, my mother is not so tired of snow, because our family recently bought snow blower, which has a good effect and I can use it. It snowed there again last Christmas. I drove the "White Butterfly" from one side to the other with a snow sweeper, and opened a clean road.
Selected essays on snow scene (3);
Drunk in the snow, dreaming
Standing in the winter wind, I feel the solemnity of winter. Looking around, the branches and leaves are sparse and scattered, and birds stand quietly on the branches, counting the fleeting years in the winter scenery. Only a few small pieces of sunshine scattered around, as if a lonely heart with a little gorgeous color, leaving my thoughts far away.
Bloom spent several winters. Looking forward to the endless snow dance season, I really want to cook with you on a snowy night, giving a snow rhyme lurking in the depths of my memory and listening to the rhythmic shallow songs of crystal snowflakes. .....
Pushing open the skylight of dreams, listening to the snow leisurely, listening to the white heart of the snow falling in front of the window, listening to the gentle sigh of the snow, listening to the warm voice of the snow falling on the ground, just like listening to the voice of a bloom, pieces of snow are dancing lightly, dancing with a faint smile and dancing with fragrance.
White flying feathers, white snow robe on the skin of the world in winter. Looking around, a snowflake, through the traces of winter, sings and dances lightly and burns heartily, with 10,000 kinds of tenderness in the crystal heart and all kinds of thoughts, Ying Ying blooms in the heart like snow.
The world of mortals is snowing, and the snow reflects the cold winter. I wonder whose forehead this flying elf is hanging on. Whose idea was it?
The snow is still floating, and the drunken night conveys my overflowing thoughts and walks in a poetic dream.
Selected essays on snow scene (4);
Sad fragments
The evening breeze is a little tired and warm. The yellow light of the setting sun caged the blooming trees next to the house. Snow-white petals scattered all over the floor, one by one, how lonely.
It seems that I have been waiting for a long time in this land. I sit on the diagonal branch of a tree every day, singing that lonely song, and the sad notes spread like ripples in the sea. No trace. Prose bar original
I began to remember how beautiful the dream of petal weaving is. White and noble, like a princess's castle in a fairy tale, and like the brightest star in the starry night, flashing with cheerful songs. Wandering and playing every day. Who will swing me under the tree, one high and one low, like grandpa's rocking chair? The warm sunshine sprinkled on the leaves, soft music played under the trees, and the long flute began to settle and dissipate. ...
The branches suddenly trembled and woke me up from my dream. The tide has faded, the tired sunset on the horizon has gone away, and the yellow moon has gradually risen. The faint yellow light caged the locust tree beside the house, and the jagged leaves were mottled and swaying. Pieces of snow-white petals fell on my lonely back and floated into the sea.
My sadness, like these white petals, floated into the lonely and cold night. ...
Selected essays on snow scene (5);
The coldness of snowflakes
Repeated life is boredom or habit, just like snowflakes flying in the air, which looks beautiful, but their sadness and God's cold pain!
Tears of disappointment flowed down, and memories, like falling snowflakes, gradually melted the vague past. Inadvertently recalling the past dribs and drabs, I have an indescribable feeling in my heart, lying on my back by the bed, looking out the window at the dark night, thinking about the previous pain, looking for its traces, enjoying the intermittent fragments, and the original happy and sweet days can't even be found in my memory! Prose bar original
Close your eyes, be as quiet as death, sink deeper and deeper in the swamp of pain, but don't want to climb out. Maybe you have no potential!
I don't want to think about it anymore. The feeling of pain makes me decadent. No matter what kind of words, I can't describe them. {Pain} I'm really scared. I don't want to get hurt. {Injury} surrounds me everywhere, and I can't relax myself. It will penetrate my fragile heart at any time. When will it land? Maybe it has landed, but I accidentally abandoned it!
Maybe I am a person who likes the night. Even if I am afraid of the loneliness at night, my heart will not melt in the dark without fingers like snowflakes! cold ...
Selected essays on snow scene (6);
Fenghua hakodate
The first snow in 20XX came later than usual. The heavy snow came quietly, and the land was vast and white, so beautiful.
The falling snow is light, gentle and romantic. Because of the arrival of snowflakes, the earth has become white and solemn. Perhaps the wind couldn't bear to disturb the tranquility of the snowflake, so it retired. Prose bar original
I walked out of the house on my back and welcomed the beautiful snowflake with open arms. I really wanted to kiss her, but she was too shy to speak, but she melted. I want to hold her in my hand so that she won't be hurt again, but she left silently after a short stay, leaving you with very gentle tears.
God gave the earth a white gift. The white earth is like a blank sheet of paper. You can write the most beautiful words and draw the most beautiful watercolors. Snowflakes all over the sky have swept away all the troubles and sorrows in the world and washed away all your annoyances and regrets. This kind of artistic conception makes you have to rearrange your thoughts and re-examine the whole world.
It is said that plum blossoms are also proud of snow. Looking at the bright color under the snow is the challenge of life to the severe winter. Without the foil of snowflakes, how can plum blossoms be fragrant?
I love snowflakes because of their tenderness and beauty. ...
Selected essays on snow scene (7);
snowscape
This is the first heavy snow this winter. Maybe it came too suddenly and violently, which made me a little puzzled at once. This winter seems to come earlier than usual, and it also gives me a new understanding of snow.
I have always been a person who likes winter. Snow has put on new clothes for the world, as if our life suddenly became clean and pure. I remember when I was a child, no matter how heavy it snowed outside, I would not hesitate to rush out to have a snowball fight with my friends, make a snowman, run and chase wildly in the snow, not afraid of the soil and cold, full of slapstick and laughter, and finally I didn't forget to lie in the snow, watch the snowflakes fall from the sky and taste the taste of winter with my mouth slightly open. Now I have grown up, perhaps because I have tasted the ups and downs of society and experienced the hardships of life. At this moment, seeing the snow scene that excites me, I have already lost my former ecstasy in my heart, and there are only faint feelings. I feel the creaking sound under my feet, and the snow is still so white, but I am not what I used to be. The snow scene in front of me reminds me that although the world looks pure again, it is really different in the city under the white appearance.
When the snow stops, it will turn into ice, creating a free skating rink for countless children who love winter, providing countless couples with opportunities to help each other keep warm, but also creating roadblocks for the elderly and traffic. When the snow melts, the white coat will eventually turn into air, leaving water droplets, mixed with dust and mud, sometimes making unclean roads more muddy, and sometimes taking a bath for the city, eliminating dirt and making the air suddenly fresh.
I think everything has two sides, and we will have different understandings and views on the same thing at different stages. I think time is great because it gives everyone a chance to experience different feelings, good or bad, ugly or beautiful, and we have a new understanding of life. And we should be grateful for all kinds of life and explore different ourselves with gratitude and expectation.
Are you ready to see this snow scene?
Selected essays on snow scene (8);
The feeling of snow scene
It just snowed yesterday. Looking around this morning, it was covered with snow. The snow is so white and pure that you can't feel her existence. Only the spirit that falls on the face can make people feel her gentleness.
I thought this winter had passed quietly, but I didn't expect such a jubilant snow to ease the drought and purify people's mood. Like me, I didn't go to work and enjoyed the snow at home.
The beautiful scenery ... makes my thoughts fly, and I can't help thinking of many past events. In the silver world, the students who play with each other and with each other's snow poles seem to feel their fluttering figures and cheerful laughter, as if they are close at hand and can hear their breathing … and as if they are far away, their faces are out of reach. I don't know if they are like me at the moment, thinking of many warm and sweet past events and many perfect years before, so let me cherish this moment! I think of them silently, bless them silently, but don't want to break them. For a long time, my friends and classmates have no contact, and I feel a little rusty, but I always have their place in my heart, and occasionally I will turn it out and try it myself. Perhaps this is the occasional mental nap of busy modern people!
In the busy life for career and family, we are like a top, spinning at high speed and never stopping. I wonder what will be left when we stop. In fact, we might as well learn from snowflakes, come into this world, come gracefully, quietly leave, leaving a piece of white. ...
Selected essays on snow scene (9);
Snow meditation
Inadvertently, I opened the curtain and looked out. Wow, it is snowing. Snowflakes come quietly, quietly, lazily, quietly and leisurely, throwing them on the road, spreading them on the grass and hanging them on the trees. It's amazing to see snowflakes in the south. Some trees and flowers are still lush. Snowflakes fell on them, covering up the mottled beauty and a little dust of the past. Snow is mixed with green. Everything in heaven and earth curled up with bursts of snowflakes, like a soul, dancing with self-appreciation, quietly closing its eyes and breathing gently. Mentally, snowflakes, lawns covered with snow, branches covered with snow, and houses slowly soak into my heart, slowly fill my heart, and overflow my heart, and always come to me, washing away the usual irritability and anxiety.
It is often said that snow is a charming soul between heaven and earth. The sky uses magic to refine dew from the earth into such pure, pure and exciting snow, and then throw it away, let it fly all over the sky, let it cover all places and create a brand-new world. When I grabbed the snowflake with my hand, it melted as soon as it fell. A voice repeatedly told me not to let this wonderful spirit of heaven and earth run away. I want to grab more in my hand, but the snowflake seems to escape without wind, and I feel that my nameless heavy heart suddenly disappears. My body is as light as a snowflake, and it is also very light when it is calm. This light snow calmed my mind.
Selected essays on snow scene (10);
Xuemengtian language
Looking through the window, there is a silver snow scene outside, and there is snow everywhere. Branches, flowers and green grass are all covered with snow footprints. Charming snowflakes are still floating in the air, like beautiful elves, coming to my window from far away, bringing unprecedented joy, a clean dust room and a magnificent scene of snow floating in the world. The gray air has left me, and the world has become less polluted. This is the world. If there is no snow to visit, maybe we have forgotten the cleanliness of the world.
Looking forward to snow every day, it finally snowed this day. It hasn't snowed so heavily for at least seven or eight years. In previous years, the snow always fell without leaving a trace. The snow in front of me has accumulated a lot. When I stepped on it, when I lifted it, I looked back, as deep as boots.
There is no one in the snow. Looking around, it is a vast expanse of whiteness, and no one has walked by. I enjoy the fairy tale of walking in the snow alone. After walking for a while, many snowflakes floated in the sky. Moving snowflakes dance with a smile, like a beautiful fairy, fluttering intoxicating dresses, dancing their favorite steps from the air and quietly falling to the world. Maybe they are looking for someone, maybe they yearn for human life, and they come to this world and fall silently on the tree. Maybe it is.
The road is still quiet, as if the whole world is silent and there is no sound everywhere. Only the snow is dancing lightly. I reached out and watched the snowflake melt silently in my hand, which made me feel a little sad. The life of snowflakes is really too short. I thought to myself: let them stay in the air all the time, maybe they will be happier, maybe they won't, maybe they came to this world just to become water. I asked the snowflakes on my back quietly, but they didn't respond at all. They are still happy to fall to the ground, not afraid of their own water and flow. What is human dedication? I walked and thought. Isn't everything people do for others? You work hard to make money for your children, you work hard for others, and people live to serve others. When they get old, they will devote themselves and become a wisp of white smoke. ...
In the snow, I am still alone, quietly savoring the beauty of snow, crossing the bridge, passing through the Woods and walking on the snowy road with few pedestrians. Tell a beautiful story once in a while, hoping it will really happen. I thought to myself: Will this confusing place meet a splendid Snow White? I wander in the forest path, maybe I can't walk far, maybe a snow white will come from behind the tree. I walked a long way, but I didn't wait for the fairy tale of the dream I wanted to wait for. Maybe Snow White is really a charming fairy tale. Maybe there will be a Snow White waiting for me when I come here tomorrow! I really believe, believe in fairy tales in dreams, and believe in the feelings in dreams.
Selected Snow Scenery Prose (11);
When it snows.
Snow in winter is a kind of beauty. The falling snowflakes danced with the wind, and the cold branches smelled of plum blossoms. The sky is white and pedestrians are in a hurry. The eaves of the air door are dreaming, and the snow falls on the windowsill.
The snow dance, especially the scattered flowers of the goddess, is messy and somewhat chilly. The snow all over the sky makes the world chaotic and romantic. Snowy days are lonely. There are bamboo phoenix tails in the wind, and the snow is close to holly, shining with white light. Looking up, the snow is full of eyebrows, and looking down, the flying catkins are full of white. What a big snow, large and small, thousands of flowers, snow pressure cold branches low, the wind blowing trees whistling. The wind urged the snow to dance away from the cold river, and Wu Peng's boat floated in the snow. The cold river is too cold to enter, and the silence only smells of snow. So Liu Zongyuan wrote the snowy day like this: "There are no birds in the mountains, and all the people are wiped out. Lonely boat coir Weng, the old man fishing cold river-snow. " Prose bar original
This kind of snow is sparse in winter morning and dense at dusk. From sparse to dense, until it becomes bigger and bigger and denser. After a while, the sky was white and everything was covered with white, even the thin branches and narrow bamboo leaves were covered with snow. It will be late when it snows, and there is no business in the market. People were swept into the house by the wind and snow, leaving only tireless wind and snow outside. With the night wind entering people's homes, Western jackdaw in the west has returned to its own home, and even the usual unbridled barking of dogs has become silent. On a white snowy night, only the wind is breathing there. The wilderness is barren, and the snow falls silently at night. It doesn't sound real to hear a dog barking in your ear. Western Western jackdaw, looking for late food, flying over Chai Men, not afraid of people. Chai Men is driving in the wind and coming home on a snowy night.
On a snowy night, leaning against the door to listen to the snow is the leisure of falling snow. Hold your breath and listen. Listen to the singing of flying snow, and listen to the sound of winter seeds breathing in the soil. Xue Rui is a good omen for the year. After waiting all winter, life rose in the snow. The heart is like a seed, waiting in the wind and snow, waiting for spring to sprout.
"There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the quiet stove. It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? " ? Making tea around the stove on a snowy night, waiting for the arrival of friends. It's hard to say who is a hero when the snow is gone and the wine is cooked. Snuggle against the fire and listen to the sound of falling snow, holding a bottle around the stove and whispering in the rivers and lakes. Half a cup of warm wine makes people not drunk, and the ear warm wine is full of spring breeze. On such a snowy night, I don't talk about classics, regardless of the road. Elegant and leisurely, playing the Zheng deeply. Rereading poetry books with hakodate, indifferent to normal heart. "The spring breeze suddenly passed through the east, and the golden urn and wine formed a microwave." It was snowy and dark, and a group of laymen were grinding thick ink with elegant paintings. Comb your hair like ink, flowing. The old man will laugh when he is around, and his feet are like a crow's play. Take it to the strip to buy copper coins. It is estimated that two or two meters can't be wiped off. How cold it has been since ancient times, Chai Men has no frequent visitors. Father plays winter rhyme in the middle of the night, and red plum dreams of spring on a snowy night.
In recent years, where there is no snow in winter, I will wander in the snow in my dream. Winter without snow is like something missing. I remember that winter was snowy, and I wandered in a mountain called Niuche River in western Hunan. The ravine was flattened by snow, and I couldn't tell where the ridge was and where the valley was. When the weather is clear, the world is white, and only the smoke from people's roofs can understand that there is life there. The snow was frozen by low temperature, and it was desolate everywhere, as if it had come to the polar region. Someone set up a bird net in the snow, and a group of people lay in the snow waiting for the birds to bite. Looking at the young life, trapped in it for a few grains of wheat, wondering if you came there for a few grains of wheat? The sun was a little harsh when it came out, but the air was still so clear. It has been many days since the snow and ice melted out of the mountain. When we arrive, we often see that people are already preparing for the New Year, and unconsciously feel like a lifetime ago. I wonder if I have been to any fairyland in the mountains these days. I was born in the mountains for thousands of years. Since then, cooking wine around the stove on a snowy night in winter has become a memory in my heart, and I will turn it out and taste it from time to time. When it snows, close the door at night, shut the snow out and listen to the sound of snow. If it snows all night, get up in the morning and open the door. The cold and fresh air will make you shiver. There is only silvery white snow in the silvery white world, and people also have a white feeling in their hearts. All unhappiness and flaws are covered with snow, as if the world is so pure and white. The snow outside the window is a masterpiece of nature, followed by the wind.
Mountain snow is random, and it is cold that the crown is covered with ice crystals. Silver seal Wan Ren late crow, Jiangzhou lonely no one.
In the dead of winter, the wind is always tightly wrapped around the runners, leaving you nowhere to hide. When the wind blows for several days, the old people will say it's snowing again. Sure enough, in that case, when I get up in the morning, the door is blocked by snow and the window can't shine. It is sunny on snowy days. On a snowy morning, the sun came out. The earth is covered with silver, and the icicles hanging on the eaves are ticking with melting snow. Old people and children sit in the sun to enjoy the warmth of this winter and appreciate the whiteness in the sun. The snow is endless, and a group of western Western jackdaw foraging in the snow is like several moving black spots. The sunny day after snow is beautiful.
Snow is a gift from nature. Snowflakes flying, cold branches Qing Xiang. Walking through the snow, the cold plum blossoms in Xun Mei are gorgeous, as if smelling the breath of spring.
When it snows, the earth can already see the figure of spring.