Snow Prose in March in Beijing

March in Beijing may not smell of spring yet, and it will occasionally snow. Let's enjoy the snow prose in Beijing in March. I hope you like it!

Beijing Three In the snow Essays 1 Beijing in March still can't feel the breath of spring. A little light rain occasionally hit the car two days ago. After rushing over, the car was covered with gray flowers. Think about the sky in Beijing, so dirty, this life is really suffocating.

However, in the early morning of the weekend, when I opened the window, I saw dazzling snowflakes everywhere, on the dry grass, on the dead trees and on the roof. The cool breeze blows into the heart, quickly blowing up the dull heart, getting high and refreshing. I'm busy calling my wife and daughter, and everyone can't hide their surprise.

Although I can't have a snowball fight with my daughter in the snow, it doesn't snow much, and the road surface has begun to melt, showing gray and black, like a monster's back. The snow stopped long ago. Unfortunately, I can't see the elegance of snow fluttering in the wind, appreciate the tenderness of snowflakes floating in my hands, and appreciate the beauty of snowflakes flying all over the sky. However, the air has been washed clear, and the sunshine has penetrated the cold chill and gradually merged into light, giving people warm power.

It seldom snows in Beijing in recent years, especially in March. There is such a snow that it can cover the whole sky. It is rare for this pure and bright sky and this warm light. My daughter has planned her homework for a day, but there is a long list in her notebook, and a hook has not been drawn yet. This endless fighting has obliterated the sweetness and warmth of childhood.

Anyway, go out for a walk and give a breath to the suffocating life in the dust and fog. My proposal was strongly supported by my wife and daughter.

Driving to the park not far away, my daughter has rushed to the front, and we are in a hurry. We were afraid that the child would fall, so we held her hand tightly. Her hand was warm and tight, so we had to carry us forward.

The sun is setting in the west, and the sky becomes gloomy again. The dead trees beside the path are very quiet. If you look closely, there are some small bumps on the tree, but there are no green buds. Are they waiting for spring?

My daughter's favorite playground has finally arrived. Pirate ships, crazy mice and flying chairs have all been played. Seeing my daughter running around like crazy, my heart is also tense. Yes, we should give our childhood back to our children. With this snow and short freshness, spring should not be far away. At that time, the haze will be short-lived, while freshness and light will fill our lives.

My daughter's favorite game is bumper cars, but there are no children playing in the parking lot. The waiter suggested that we wait. It's no fun for children to play alone. I waited for a long time, only for one child. My wife and I discussed that our family of three would go to play, the children and mother would have a car, I would have a car, the children would have a car, and the three of us would crash wildly. The crying of the child made me very happy and moved. I think this collision, this crying, is the melody of children's childhood.

When I opened the window in the morning, I found that it had become a world wrapped in silver. Whether it is the mountains or terraces with different heights in the distance, or the scattered dead trees and buildings nearby, the whole world seems to have changed into a layer of white beauty. Although it is not very colorful at ordinary times, it is a different kind of beauty to be a little more neat and clean. Staring out of the window quietly, the snowflakes flying all over the sky are facing the whistling cold wind, stepping a brisk melody, dancing like a dream, swaying with the wind, but falling gently on the boundless earth, with gentle and elegant movements, so quiet and calm.

Staring at this white, quiet and vibrant world of snow country alone, I pondered for a long time, and suddenly my little sister said, "Wow, what a beautiful goose feather snow!" " "Reminds me of it. Oh, yes, it's a perfect description, just right, no more, no less. I can't help shivering when I am immersed in this picturesque beauty. Zheng suddenly felt a piercing chill coming at me. Suddenly, a biting cold ran up my back and quickly flowed all over my body, and my body couldn't help shivering. Almost at the same time, I subconsciously raised my hand to close the window. Just as I touched the window lattice, I realized that I had stood in front of the window for a long time. Many snowflakes have been scattered on the cold floor under my feet, and even my hair has been covered and wet. At this point, my heart is full of some inexplicable excitement and excitement. Involuntarily, I slowly let go of my hand grasping the windowsill. Hurriedly hold your breath, open your palm, let the nearly perfect white snowflake fall into your palm one by one, and instantly feel a little coolness seeping into your heart and spleen, straight into the deepest part of your heart. Then I stared at it quietly and slowly watched it turn into a transparent and shiny water drop. In a short time, it was crushed by the snowflakes that came later, but this time it was a touch and it melted into bigger and more round water drops at once. Under the weak indoor light mapping, it is crystal clear, more moist, brighter and more beautiful.

The snow outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, the cold wind is getting more and more urgent, and my mood is fluctuating. An impulse to go out for a walk in the snow is getting stronger and stronger. This is the first heavy snow in Beijing this winter. Xue Rui has ushered in spring, which is a good omen for the New Year and adds a lot of color to the celebration of the Year of the Sheep. Although there were a few sporadic light snows years ago, they were all perfunctory and completely indifferent. Now, in the face of such a beautiful snow scene, I can no longer hold back my deep feelings. After eating lunch in a hurry, I embarked on a journey alone in the snow.

Walking on the road with few pedestrians, you can still feel the joy of the New Year. In the distance, the red lanterns in front of several houses are swaying in the cold wind. Although the top is covered with snow, it still exudes a faint light, highlighting the breath of the New Year. On the way, the snow at the foot is already deep, and every time I step on it, I make a creaking sound from time to time. In the vast snow, this subtle sound is particularly clear, and it changes regularly with the ups and downs of footsteps, as if the whole world is silent. Left a long trail of footprints. Looking back, it stands out in the snow-white land. If we suddenly stop at this time, we will clearly hear the sound of snowflakes flying in the air and falling to the ground, much like the sound of flowers falling in a quiet flower bed in late spring. Suddenly, a car roared through the middle of the road, and the high wind instantly rolled up the thick snow on the ground, threw it into the air, and dispersed with the help of the cold wind. In the distance, the car has long gone away and soon disappeared, but the snow it brought refused to fall for a long time, forming a long imprint made of flying snow, just like the tail mark when the plane flew by, drifting away and drifting away. After a long time, I slowly fell back to the ground, leaving only the snowy sky and I trudged all the way, as if nothing had happened just now.

After a long walk and a short walk on the dirt road on the hillside, I came to a small hill. Although it is not high, it has broadened my horizons a lot. Standing here, I can overlook many scenery. The suburbs of Beijing, although the scenery is not beautiful and charming, are still generous. In the distance, a frozen river lies in front of me, and an arch bridge made of cement lies across it. Under the background of gloomy sky and falling snowflakes, it becomes a little blurred, which sets off the high-rise buildings that are almost invisible by countless snow particles. In the distance, I can only see a piece of white, submerged in the heavy. Nearby, several horizontal and vertical roads can be seen crossing each other into a tic-tac-toe shape, orderly and natural and graceful. However, under the cover of snow, there is no obvious boundary between them and the land beside the road. Only rows of dead trees or pine trees show their unique identity. Of course, passing cars occasionally remind them of their own characteristics. The dead tree is petite and bare, and there is almost no snow on its branches. From time to time, they trembled slightly in the cold wind, like shivering with cold, and even the little snowflakes left behind were shaken off. Pine is completely different. The cone-shaped body is covered with snow, which seems a little overwhelmed. Like an upside-down white tumbler, it is still shaking slightly unconvinced and tends to break free. In the middle of the square drawn by the well-shaped road, there are residential buildings of different heights, and some other buildings are mixed in the middle, showing the taste and style of a big city. However, these yellow, pink or gray buildings are eclipsed by the white snow. With these colors, the pure white snow country world has a lot of vitality and vitality, and the colorful earth has a completely different style and charming charm because of the addition of white snowflakes, which has achieved an eternal beauty!

As a child growing up in the north, I have a special feeling for snow, because it carries too many memories and souvenirs. Staring at the picturesque snow scene of the old capital for a long time, I can't help but think of the winter in my hometown. Although there is little water and rain in my hometown, there is no shortage of snow in winter. Since childhood, winter has been associated with thick snow. In the memory picture, there is a group of Xiong Haizi's childhood joy of chasing frolicking in the snow, the hardship of trudging in the snow without feet, and the joy of sitting around the stove and eating baked potatoes in snowy days. Up to now, I think it is sad and sweet. I miss it and I am crying. However, the scroll of time will eventually record everything about me and eventually become eternal in the long river of years.

On March 3rd, I gave up the school that took the exam in the south, journey to the south, and left Jiangnan, where I had lived for a long time, to March into the north that I had never been to. I have mixed feelings in my heart. I don't know if it's because of nervousness or expectation. I just don't know why I chose Beijing, for my dream or for the person in my heart.

Two years ago, my beloved went north to Beijing and took root in Beijing. On the day she left, we arranged for her to wait for me in Beijing, and I came to Beijing to find her. This agreement seems simple, but in fact it is just two people holding their fingers and shouting an eternal oath, as if no matter who they are, they can do it.

To outsiders, I came to Beijing just to catch the Nortel exam, but for me, besides the exam, it is more important to meet her and fulfill my original promise. I want to know, is the man who was buried in his heart still like that?

Such a big Beijing city is not as gentle as Fuzhou in the south of the Yangtze River. It gives people a noisy but lonely feeling. It seems that this city with lights and dragons has endless stories, which are full of sadness and make me lose my way. As long as I think about the person in my heart, she is in the corner of this city, and I feel that I have a kind of warmth, as if this city, this Beijing city is very familiar to me.

I live near Nortel. The air in Beijing is really colder and drier than that in the south, without any warmth. In the light, only the northwest wind is whistling, calling for Beijing in winter.

I regret coming to Beijing alone, because I don't know if I can support some unexpected heavy blows; I can't foresee whether my choice to come here is right or wrong.

At night, I walked alone in Beijing, without moonlight, and the sky was gloomy; I called her ten times, but no one answered. I don't know what her less and less information means these days, but I still know in my heart that meeting myself may be the worst result.

Only in this way, a person, stop-and-go in Beijing, seems unusually calm, as if isolated from the city and not interfering with each other. To me, the noise in the street is just noise.

Walking, my hands and feet have lost consciousness. I went to the north, but I didn't expect Beijing to be so cold. Perhaps, because my heart is cold, my consciousness is even colder.

I turned the corner and looked at passers-by I foolishly tried to meet her next to Beijing University of Civil Engineering and Architecture. I even imagined in the wind that there could be a ray of moonlight shining in my direction, leading my footsteps, entering her world, and bringing these two once-distant hearts together again. Unfortunately, all this is my fantasy in the north wind.

The reality is so cruel. On the streets of Beijing, there is not only no moonlight, but also no familiar passers-by The trees on the roadside are bare and silent.

Occasionally passers-by pass by, like me, wearing dark masks of the same color and style; I was suddenly surprised. I think I bought this mask in a handicraft workshop in Fuzhou. I bought two masks at that time, one for her and one for myself. It's just that the one I gave her, I never got a chance to deliver it to her.

I grabbed a passerby and wanted to ask him if he had been to Gu Xiang's workshop, but I held back and just looked at him awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry, I mistook him for someone else."

Passers-by looked at me for a long time, feeling a little overwhelmed, slightly frightened, and innocently showing a sad color. I don't want to do this, but I don't know what happened, so I scared a woman at night.

Passers-by, turn around and go, that turn, very much like the person in my heart, just like it, but don't like it; I just looked at it from a distance. The eleventh time, I pressed the number that I haven't connected for a long time, and no one answered.

Far away, I saw passers-by leave in a hurry, and there was a man around her, a man who looked over, taller and more handsome than me; Look at that dress. You are richer than me.

I didn't go to Jianzhu University again. I took a taxi back to the hotel near Nortel at that intersection.

That night, I slept soundly, so I didn't think too much, but in my dream, she appeared again.

The next day, the weather in Beijing was even more gloomy. The weather forecast says that Beijing will have the first snow since winter, but I didn't catch how heavy it will be.

I turned off my cell phone early in the morning. I wanted to give up the Nortel test, walk around and go back to Fuzhou the next day. I don't know where the motivation comes from. I rushed to Beijing University of Civil Engineering and Architecture, running around the school and looking around crazily. At that time, I didn't know what I was going to do, but I was subconsciously looking for the person in my memory. I don't know where I got the courage to be so determined. It was she who passed by last night. Perhaps, it doesn't need reason or courage, but when I love it deeply and turn to ashes, I will know. Because she can only be her forever, not anyone.

When I'm tired, it's snowing in Beijing. Snowflakes are falling on the road of Beijing Jianzhu University. It snows heavily.

Soon, in my field of vision, an empty world appeared.

In the snow, I seem to feel her breathing; Because I vaguely remember that she told me that she liked snow. She likes not only the faint snow in Fuzhou, but also the heavy snow in the north.

I wander in the snow, and the snow touches the branches of the school, covering up the world of colors, and the weather is getting colder and colder.

Suddenly, a few snowflakes fell in my mouth, as if melting instantly, cooling my heart. I know, when the snow melts, my heart is cold, and those innocent loves should end.

So I bravely turned on my cell phone. In addition to Nortel's test notice, there is also a message from that number on the screen. The information is only a few words, simple and ordinary.

"Ann, thank you for coming. We will never meet again. "

I calmly put away my mobile phone and left Beijing Jianzhu University. I know she is there, but she is there, but she has left. Passers-by met last night, and it was her in my heart who left.

When I left, it snowed harder and the wind blew harder. Beijing, like crazy, is crazy about my world.

I didn't arrive at the test center of Nortel until a few minutes before the exam. The teacher who led the team was very anxious. He didn't ask me why, but quietly listened to my tears.

At that time, I thought, this is not for anyone, but for myself. I just walked out of the examination room for myself.

Soon, I finished the exam, successfully passed the interview and entered the third test; My friend asked me what I said to the interview teacher, and I just gave a faint answer. If you really loved, you were not afraid of anything.

Finally, I don't know if I passed all the exams of Nortel. Without waiting for news, I went back to the hotel, took my luggage and got on the train going south.

I don't think I need that number and that mobile phone anymore, so I left it at the test center of Nortel, but on the bus, I really hope to borrow a mobile phone to send her a message saying: Beijing, it's really snowing; I think, when I return to Fuzhou, the cold current will arrive, and Fuzhou will also have my own snow.

Will snow become a memory after all?

When I was a child, it could snow all the way to beginning of spring from winter. Even after September 9th, it would still snow, and I often got up overnight and covered the door. It's over a foot thick and can't be pushed away. The family quickly opened the thermos and poured hot water at the door to melt the snow. Snow is like a magician, making the roads and sundries in the yard disappear, all white. Parents who get up early at this time will wake up their children to sweep the snow. As soon as it snows, children who usually like to stay in bed will get up purring, dress up very quickly and appear in the yard at the first time. Either running around in the yard and leaving footprints in the snow; Either write some words you have learned, or you can't write, just draw, stand on the kang, look out through the ground glass, or row around with your fingers. When I had enough noise, I listened to my parents' instructions and swept the snow into the haystack or ditch at the door.

After cleaning the living area, the adults are ready to cook. Now it's a paradise for children. They all ran out of their yard, calling for friends and friends, ready to have a snowball fight or make a snowman. Girls generally like to make snowmen. Make a pile of 35 1, design the shape of a snowman, introduce a handy girl, and start construction: snowball, find HongLing, hat, pine branches, cypress branches, and ear of corn, each doing his own job, and soon a lifelike snowman will stand there! After the prototype came out, it was carefully decorated until the sisters were satisfied. Snowman's expressions are varied, most of them are smiling faces, because children's shaping skills are limited, and smiling faces are a relatively simple expression, which is also their best skill. After making the snowman, they moved their positions and became spectators at the snowball fight camp. Boys become soldiers, and weapons are snowballs that can be picked up at will. Hiding in the corner, or digging holes in the haystack, or hiding behind the corn stalks standing at the root of the wall, or whose door the cat is behind, there are more and more brave people standing in the middle of the battlefield, not afraid of the snowballs flying all over the sky by the enemy. It doesn't matter if you have shoes on your head, your hands, face and ears are red with cold, your nose is turbulent, you can wipe your sleeves, dodge, crawl, charge, and devote yourself to fighting. It's crazy to play in cold weather! If my mother hadn't called home for breakfast several times, the war would have been hard to end this morning. After pulling breakfast in a hurry, I eagerly put on my schoolbag and went out. Because the road is fun, you can skate. Those who are courageous skate by themselves, while those who are timid skate by themselves, swishing and swishing all the way to school, laughing and shouting.

The heavy snow not only brought happiness to the children, but also brought a bumper harvest to the earth. After the thick snow, the wheat seedlings can put on warm clothes, sleep well and save their energy, waiting for the bumper harvest of farmers next year.

It's cold and snowy Beautiful and pure snow girl, we miss you!

The five-day snow prose in Beijing in March is like mountains and mountains in front of you, with endless emptiness. I always feel a little less emotional in boring days. May a baptism of winter snow cover the dusty heart with thick drifting snow and make the heart grow fragrant in a plain white.

Time flies like a wing, and it is dusty. In a blink of an eye, the sense of urgency in winter has fallen into your eyes. Gradually, waiting for a heavy snow to fall, as if there is no need to wait for the footsteps of time, the year has ended, there are too many feelings to talk about, and the New Year bell has quietly sounded in the ghost of the empty valley of falling snow. Some sadness, some joy, some laughter, some tears, and some memories that I don't want to forget are frozen and drowned in the snowy night. Want to remember, but just forget the appearance of memories, happy or sad?

In the sentimental world, I have long looked down on the infatuation of love and hate, and just want to walk through every sunset and dawn with one hand. The most beautiful love should be like snow, white and flawless, without any sand. The most romantic thing is not a pledge of eternal love, but a few years later, I leaned on your shoulder and talked about the past. At that time, you were there and I was there. When I lose my hair, you lose your teeth, and still hold hands every day when the winter snow falls, watching the falling snow dance and dancing in the moonlight.

Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives. Acacia don't look at each other, who is spring? Rong Ruo, the first poet in Qing Dynasty, was a charming teenager, and his short life left many popular words for later generations. A person's life is long or short, and there are thousands of roads ahead. No matter which way you choose, there is someone who will accompany you silently. Isn't this the best thing in the world? If that life is like seeing it for the first time, how many people will be moved by it? The most beautiful thing in the world is love. When those extraordinary fates are celebrated today, how many people yearn for that kind of love and hope that their love will be the same. More expectation is that life is like the first time.

How many times we met, we all turned around. A casual glance, a casual smile. From then on, flowers only bloom for you, and birds only crow for you. I am eager to turn around and meet the most beautiful you on a snowy day. You are standing under a snow-covered tree with a sweet smile. Since then, this season, because of you, it is no longer cold, and the temperature of the fingertips comes from the palm of your hand, which warms the world.

Pick up the pen and put down the ink. Looking for lovely winter snow in a poem, singing with those rhymes, while ignoring those literati and poets. Singing all the way, laughing all the way, splashing ink all the way, laying a plain paper, accompanied by the crystal of snowflakes, pen and ink and falling snow depend on each other. The world wrapped in white is not contaminated with dust, and a dusty heart is also white and transparent in that snow white.

Snow will eventually cover this dusty secular world. Looking around, it is a vast expanse of white, as if it were a blank in the depths of my heart. I want to draw some bright colors, but I find a pen missing, and I don't know where to draw it. The past is like smoke. At this moment, just like the withered trees outside the window, the leafy past has long been forgotten, and a simple heart is shivering in the cold and loneliness.

In winter, I long for the warm sun, keep the only warmth, look up at the sky, see the trees, see a cold tree, a warm tree, and see the clouds. Eyes full of cold and cheerless, although cold and cheerless, but do not lose a calm. Holding a favorite book, sitting in the yard with my lover, sipping quietly, with a cup of light tea in front of me, curling up with hot air, comfortable and comfortable. I look up, you are in my eyes, you look up, I am in your heart.

Picking up the coolness of early winter, the desolation of one season turned into frost under the eyes, stroking the cold window grilles and crossing my heart all the way. The past is so dense that it is difficult to write the melancholy of falling ink in fine print. Thinking of Rong Ruo, I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. In this world, I am just a melancholy person, and I dare not compare with Rong Ruo. Since ancient times, the sentimental constitution has doomed a person to be affectionate, sad and sentimental.

I always thought that the years were stained with the white snow, which was faint, cold and silent, and became as white as snow, leaving behind the dust that the years were not stained with. The change of seasons, the cycle of life, who is who in the cycle? The cause of past lives, the fruit of this life, when these causal cycles finally become the melancholy of the bottom of my heart, and this melancholy can only be written out, only with a pen, this causal fruit can be written into graceful words, and a magnificent poem can be written down, and later generations can sing it gently.

Snow, stained with a season of white, at night, everywhere is black. I used to think, do all literati like night? Seeing the ink on the ground made me sad, so I started to write in the middle of the night, and the words were hot and became a swan song.

I like to keep my time in quiet days and turn the years into a beautiful painting and a delicate poem like water. The years in the poem are long and sentimental. A few small characters of Yuanyang, written with melancholy, generous, hard-working and shy, have been rendered on white paper with black ink drops unconsciously.

Waiting has become the theme of this season, missing has become the chapter of this season, and snow has become the expectation of this season. When plain white snow floats from the distant sky, dripping ink and smelling incense expresses a kind of lack of affection and a touch of meaning. When the snow is stained with the fragrance of poetry, a lonely heart wanders in the world, looking back, grasping and throwing itself into the loneliness of the world.

This season, the snow is stained with the fragrance of poetry, and a white heart is wandering alone in the years. I hope one heart collides with another. From then on, hold your hand and grow old with your son.

Beijing Three In the snow Prose 6 Winter Month. Some haze has been added to the transparent air, swaying in the air like misty light clouds. Pedestrians wear heavy clothes in a hurry, and occasionally children set off firecrackers. That crisp voice is a prelude to the Spring Festival. Of course, look at the winter at this time, the spring flowers are brilliant, the willows and green waters no longer exist, and only winter sleeps on the cold earth. There is ice in the river, ice in the earth, and winter frost on the eaves.

Look at it bit by bit and feel it bit by bit. If the weather is dull, the sun is covered and the fog is thick, then winter snow will come.

In my impression, Snow White looks like a gentle and pure girl. "The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three-thirds white, but the snow has lost a piece of plum fragrance." The contrast between white and fragrance is the annotation of snow. Her footsteps are always so light, far away from the sky and landing on the earth without a sound; When she floats down on the ground, no matter how stubborn the darkness is, it will be covered by her whiteness. Her composure and massiness give people an unparalleled sense of beauty: she is happy-go-lucky, she can choose a leaf to live in, she can choose an open space to stand, she can go with the flow, she can be wrapped in cold plum, and she can keep company with pine. ...

Snow is always so quiet. Unlike Yu Xia, she is cocky and has a voice like Hong Zhong, which is earth-shattering; She is not as charming as smoke. There is a sense of distance and regularity in her patchwork. Snowflakes fail to live up to expectations, and everything dances lightly like a girl. This is a gesture, a convincing gesture.

If you are among the reeds in the countryside, when reeds are fluttering and rabbits are flying around in winter, you look up and see snowflakes falling. In a short time, heaven and earth will be integrated. Reed flowers fall snow, the river is white, and the world is one. At this time, the snow scene is silent, just like a dream that has not awakened for thousands of years. There is a famous saying in the ancients, "The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating." Standing in the snow scene at the moment, people forget everything, only feel that this place should only exist in the sky, if it is a fairyland, if it is a Zen realm. Only the occasional heron and the smoke rising slowly from the fisherman's stern can bring people back to this world of ice and snow.

Snow dance season is the most calm. I don't know if it snows at night, so I woke up and opened the window full of snow. On a snowy night, if you know it's snowing, your heart will be as calm as snow. If you don't know it's snowing, opening the window in the morning and seeing that it's all white will bring unexpected surprises. My favorite thing is to watch the snow in a quiet night, light a red candle, reflect the red light on the window, and the flickering candlelight under the window makes the snow fall in this reddish candlelight. And my state of mind at this time is like floating into the bamboo forest in the South China Sea, meditating in a misty fairyland. Of course, the ancients' description of the snow scene with the combination of motion and static is even more fascinating. It was a moment: "The setting sun is far away, cold and white." Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. "

In this snow dance season, suddenly a song floated in the distance. George Lam's voice is so familiar, and the artistic conception of the lyrics is so appropriate. "I will always love you and accompany you to the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. Even in the past, this is still my only decision. I chose you, and you chose me. This is our choice ... "In this snowy season, this song suddenly stirred my heart and made me extremely lovesick. Perhaps, mortals always touch the scenery and hear emotions? Looking up, a world, who is listening to the same "choice" in the distance?

The snow scene makes people think. The children's firecrackers are burning happily. Perhaps, this snow is the messenger of spring. In order to update the world, for the purity of the future, is it the snow sent by spring that sweeps away the dirt of this world in advance? Snow melts into water, moistens the earth, and snow covers dirt, which is holy and natural. When snow and winter pass, it will be a brand-new spring.

In spring, the tree of love will bear beautiful fruit. Because, in this winter, there is the nourishment of snow and affectionate choice.