Ba Jin's famous prose about snow.

Ba Jin's prose about snow is selected from a fragment of Home, which is very classic. The following article is about snow written by a famous artist. Let's enjoy it together:

Author: Ba Jin

The wind is blowing hard, and snowflakes are flying in the air like torn cotton wool and falling aimlessly everywhere. There is a white road at the foot of the wall on the left and right sides, which seems to leave two wide sides for the stone road full of cement in the middle.

There are pedestrians and sedan chairs carried by two people in the street. They can't fight snow and show signs of shrinking. Snowflakes are falling more and more, and white covers the sky everywhere, falling on umbrellas, on the top of sedan chairs, on the hats of sedan chairs, and on the faces of pedestrians.

The wind played with the umbrella and blew it apart, even blowing it out of the hands of pedestrians once or twice. The wind whistling in the air, its voice piercing, mixed with the footsteps in the snow, became a strange music. The music stung the ears of pedestrians, as if to warn them that ice and snow will rule the world for a long time and the bright spring will not come back.

From home

Written by Lu Xun

The rain that warms the country has never turned into a cold, hard and brilliant snowflake. Well-informed people think he is monotonous. Does he feel unhappy? The snow in Jiangnan is very beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. Butterflies really don't exist; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms. But my eyes seem to see flowers blooming in the snow in winter, and many bees are busy flying. I can hear their buzzing sound.

Children's hands, red with cold, are like purple bud ginger, and seven or eight of them get together to make snow arhats. Because it was unsuccessful, whose father also came to help. Lohan is much taller than children, although it is only a bunch of small tops and big bottoms, and finally it is unclear whether it is a gourd or a Lohan; But it's white and bright, and it's glued together with its own water, and the whole ground shines. The children made his eyes with longan seeds and stole rouge from his mother's powder and put it on his lips. This time it's really a big arhat. He just sat in the snow with burning eyes and red lips.

The next day, several children came to see him and asked him. By the way, he clapped his hands, nodded and smiled. But he finally sat alone. Sunny days come to soothe his skin again, and cold nights freeze him and turn him into opaque crystals; The continuous sunny days made him wonder what it was, and the rouge on his mouth gradually faded.

However, after the northern snowflake flies, it will always be the same as powder and sand. They will never stick together and scatter on the house, the ground and the hay. That's it. The snow on the house has already been digested because the fire in the house is warm. In addition, on a sunny day, a whirlwind suddenly came. It flew vigorously and gave off dazzling light in the sun, such as fog with flames, which rose and filled the space, making the space spin and twinkle.

In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, the shining soul of rain is spinning and rising. ...

Yes, this is lonely snow, this is dead rain, and this is the soul of rain.

From the snow

Lao She

An ancient city with mountains and water is basking in the sun, sleeping warmly and comfortably, just waiting for the spring breeze to wake them up. Is this an ideal realm?

Best of all, it snowed a little. You see, the dwarf pine on the mountain is getting darker and darker, and there is a bun of white flowers on the top of the tree ... The top of the mountain is all white, and a silver edge is set on the blue sky. On the hillside, there is thick snow in some places, and grass color is still exposed in some places; In this way, one is white, the other is dark yellow, and the mountain is covered with a floral dress with water patterns; Looking at it, this floral dress seems to be blown by the wind, which makes you want to see more beautiful goatskin. As the sun sets, the yellowish sun shines obliquely on the hillside, and Bo Xue seems to be suddenly shy and slightly red.

Winter from Jinan

Zhang Xianliang

The snow on the Loess Plateau is beautiful. It is more noble, elegant, magnificent and magnanimous than the snow in the south; The snow in the south makes people feel that winter has really come, but the snow in the north makes people think of beautiful spring. Snow is the real winter jasmine on the Loess Plateau.

The field is open, and the snow seems to have swept away all the superfluous things on the ground. Hills, dams, gullies, towering branches ... all angular places have become extremely smooth and round, with velvety fluff, as if the snow field under the clear sky is not cold, but warm, which always makes me want to stick my cheek on it.

From "greening trees"

Author: Liu Liangcheng

It's getting dark in the room, and I can't see the snow. But I know it's snowing and flying all over the sky. It landed on the roof and woodpile, in the cleaned yard, on the road far and near. I won't go out until the snow stops. Unlike in the past, every time it snows for the first time, I will stand under the eaves and watch for a long time with inexplicable excitement, or walk into the snow bareheaded, as if to let the snow know that there is such a person in the world, but I don't know that the cold has pegged my fresh young life.

After many winters, I gradually realized that I could no longer hide from the snow. No matter whether I am curled up in the house or somewhere else in winter, the falling snowflakes will fall during a period of time I have experienced. When a person's years are as empty as the wilderness, he can't take care of himself.

From "Cold Wind Blows"

Author sholokhov

In winter, on the steep bank slope along the Don River, there is a prominent hillside, which is called "thief cliff" by everyone. The cold wind in winter dances and growls on this hillside. The wind blew a snow fog from the bare hill on the top of the mountain, which piled it up layer by layer. Snowdrifts hung high on the cliff, shone like sugar by the sun and turned pink at dusk. Before the melting heating gradually melted from the snow below, or before the thick snow layer was blown away by the fierce crosswind, the snowdrift was already hanging there silently and fearfully. At this time, the snowdrift always sinks, sending out a low and soft thunder, rushing down, overwhelming the low thorns on the road, shamefully smashing the small hawthorn tree hiding on the hillside, and soon dragging a huge silvery white snow fog behind it, foaming at the sky. ...

From The Silent Don

Murakami Haruki

When we arrived at Nanshui Beach, the snow was so heavy that it was almost suffocating. Look at this momentum, as if the sky itself has turned into pieces and poured on the ground. Snow also fell on the edge of the pool and was sucked in by the blue pool surface, which was simply terrible. In this land dyed pure white, only the pond opens its huge eyes around the cave.

My shadow and I stood in the snow, silent, staring at this scene for a long time. Just like when I was last here, there was a terrible sound of running water around me. Perhaps because of the snow, the sound is much dull, as if it were a low hum coming from a distance. I looked up at the sky that was too low, and then turned my eyes to the black south wall looming in the falling snow. The fence didn't tell us anything. It looked desolate and indifferent, and it was worthy of the name "the end of the world".

Between the stupefied stands, the snow fell thicker and thicker, falling on my shoulders and brim. At this rate, our footprints will disappear beyond search. I watched the shadow standing a little far away from me. From time to time, the shadow patted the snow on her body and narrowed her eyes to stare at the surface of the pool.

"It's an exit, that's right." The shadow said, "Now, this town can no longer detain us, and we will be as free as birds."

The shadow looked up at the sky. Close your eyes at once, like dew, and let the snow fall on your face.

"It's sunny and sunny, and the sky is clear in Wan Li." Say and shadow smiled. It seems that the shadow, like a heavy cangue, is recovering its original strength. He walked briskly towards me alone.

"I can feel it," said the shadow. "There must be a different world on the other side of this pool. What about you? Are you afraid to jump here? "

I shook my head.

Shadow crouched down and untied the shoelaces on her feet.

"Standing here is freezing, jump in as soon as possible? Take off your shoes and connect their belts together. If you go out and get separated, it will be a waste of time. "

I took off the hat lent to me by senior colonel, patted off the snow and held it in my hand. The hat is the battle hat of the past. The hat cloth has worn out in many places and its color has turned white. Senior colonel must have been hiding for decades. I patted the snow clean and put it on my head.

"I want to stay here." I said.

Shadow stupefied looking at my face, eyes seem to have lost focus.

"I have considered maturity." I said to the shadow, "I feel sorry for you, but I have considered it from my point of view." I know exactly what it will be like to be alone. As you said, two people should go back to the original world together, which I know very well. And I also know that this is the reality that I should return to, and it is a wrong choice to escape from this reality. But I can't leave here. "

Shadow hands into his pockets, slowly shook his head several times:

"Why? Didn't we agree to elope recently? That's why I made a plan. That's why you brought me here. Didn't something suddenly change your mind? Woman? "

"Of course there is this reason." I said, "but not exactly. Mainly because I made a discovery. So I decided to stay. "

The shadow sighed heavily and looked up at the sky again.

"Did you find her heart? Are you going to live in the forest with her and drive me away? "

"Say it again: the reason is different." I said, "I found out what made this town. So I have an obligation and a responsibility to stay. Don't you want to know what this town is made of? "

"I don't want to know." The shadow said, "Because I already know, I already know this." You made this town. You created everything: walls, rivers, forests, libraries, gates, winter, everything. Including this swimming pool and this piece of snow. I am also aware of this. "

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Once I tell you, will you always be like this? I want to take you out anyway. The world you live in is outside. "

Shadow sat down in the snow and shook his head several times.

"But after discovering this, you will never listen to me again, will you?"

"I have my responsibilities." I said, "I can't leave the people and the world I created without authorization. I feel sorry for you, really sorry for you, and I can't bear to break up with you. But I must be responsible for what I have done to the end. This is my own world. The wall is the wall that surrounds me, the river is the river in which I flow, and the smoke is burning my smoke. "

The shadow stood up and stared at the stagnant water. The shadow of the motionless lines in the falling snowflakes gives me the feeling that they are gradually losing their depth and returning to their original flat shape. They were silent for a long time. I only saw the white gas exhaled from my mouth floating into the air and suddenly disappearing.

"I know that blocking will not help." The shadow said, "The problem is that forest life is far more difficult than you think." Everything in the forest is different from the town. Longevity requires hard work, and winter is long and hard. Once inside, don't think about it. You must stay in the forest forever. "

"These have all been considered."

"Still don't change your mind?"

"yes." I replied, "I won't forget you." In the forest, I will remember the old world bit by bit. There are probably many things to remember: all kinds of people, all kinds of places, all kinds of lights, all kinds of songs ... "

The shadow shook her hand on her chest several times, and then released it. Snowflakes falling from him cast an indescribable shadow on him. The shadow seemed to spread slowly over him. He rubbed his hands and leaned his head forward slightly, as if listening to his own voice.

"I should go." The shadow said, "It's amazing, I'll never see you again." Finally, I don't know what to say. I can't think of simple words. "

I took off my hat and patted the snow, and put it on again.

"I wish you happiness." The shadow said, "I like you, even though it is your shadow."

"Thank you." I said.

After the pool completely swallowed up the shadow, I still stared at the water for a long time. There is not a ripple on the water. The water is as blue as a unicorn's eyes and silent. Losing my shadow makes me feel in a trance on the edge of the world. I have nowhere to go, nowhere to go. This is the end of the world, and the end of the world will not lead anywhere. The world ends here and stops quietly.

I turned and left the pool, braved the heavy snow and headed for the western hills. There should be a small town and a river on the west hill. She and the accordion are waiting for me in the library.

I saw a white bird flying south in the snowflakes flying all over the sky. The bird jumped over the fence and disappeared into the snowy sky in the south. After that, all that remained was the squeak of me stepping through the snow.