I, a southerner, also drifted to the north.

The north wind is silent, late autumn and early winter.

The south rain nourishes everything, chasing autumn even in early winter.

Last year, I crossed a long time and space to meet a snow. When can I come back? Unexpectedly, this year's snow came twenty days early.

It's cold early in the north this year. People get sick easily. I have some colds these days and I feel uncomfortable all over, but I don't want to put myself on the bed. Even if you lie down, you are not sleepy.

Maybe I have always had an unusual telepathy for snow. I don't know when it snowed this morning. I just woke up and stood by the window. After that, I was sleepy and recalled in my dreams.

I always feel that there is a glimpse of late autumn in the path of early winter, vaguely in a yellowed area, looking carefully, without a trace. Ginkgo biloba leaves covered with long alleys still have a faint fragrance, giving people endless reverie. Perhaps, the French phoenix tree and palm trees are in the south.

Some people say that time flies too fast and comes too suddenly. There are always some thoughts that can't be sorted out, and there are always some things that can't be carefully arranged, so we have to move on. As a result, the north wind blew, so we had to hold a cup of serious reading, read a line of affectionate words, collect them frame by frame, and put them in our hearts properly.

Spring went to Qiu Lai, and another winter came. The cold wind roared and the past was long, so I didn't have time to say goodbye to Qiu at all. I just missed some scenes and things in a hurry. Those memories were left on your letterhead and in my article. From a distance, fallen leaves are still floating on the forest path. Fortunately, the snow has come to collect them. The four seasons change, gathering and parting, and the fate between all things has gained new affection in the flow of time. When you come from Wanshan and Qian Shan, and go from Wanshan and Qian Shan, there is always a song that needs you to make peace. There is always someone, and naturally you will understand.

Well, I just hope it will be warmer this winter. But I want to snow a few times, because it seems suitable for us to calm down and think, read and study, and we can turn around all year round.

I don't know if it's God's blessing or my bitter expectation. I don't know whether God heard my call or whether I prayed every day. In short, it snowed after a strong smog. Not too big.

Quietly listening to the sound of the wind and snowflakes outside the window, quietly waiting for the sunshine given to me by God, and feeling the best time of the fleeting time. At this point, my heart is calm. I didn't deliberately create emotions, and I didn't use the microwave oven for no reason. I just want to cultivate some nostalgia and happiness. I just want to thank my relatives and friends, and you. Then, I dissolved those hard moments with a cup of tea, solidified them with frames of photos, and recorded them with paragraphs!

Gradually, towards the end of winter, the snow has drifted away and the temperature has been below zero. However, as a southerner, in the northeast and Shencheng, I expected the snow to be earlier than last year, not too heavy. I thought to myself: Why did it snow so early this winter? In everyone's opinion, winter in the north, especially in the northeast, should be like frozen snow. The cold winter will make people feel too single, too tasteless and incomplete.

I like snowing, watching snowflakes flying like elves, and watching pictures of trees wrapped in white. I like the whiteness of the snow, the warmth of the snow as jade, the creaking sound of stepping on it, the footprints left by pedestrians, and the lovely you who also like to run against the snow.

When you reach out your hands, touch the softness of snow and feel the pure beauty of snow, cool liquid drops on your palm. In an instant, my heart will tremble slightly, my weak fingers will fly freely, my fiery heart will be warm, and my little happiness and warm memories will dance with the snow in the wind.

It is a pleasure to look at the pale and shallow white, so transparent and perfect. Walking on such snow, I am really afraid of polluting this beauty and insulting this love.

At this moment, an emotion can't be expressed, and this shock is enough to evoke memories that have been dusty for many years. Even in winter, even if everything dies, there is another kind of beauty.

Let this vast mood communicate with snowflakes, let this endless affection drift away with snowflakes, and let this short envelope touch the lingering snowflakes.

Suddenly I remembered that someone had said these words to me-

Children in the north, occasionally watching the hot air of boiling water diffuse around the air and then disperse around, will miss our south in particular.

In our south, we have the warmest house, the closest family, the cutest friends and the feelings of home that we can't give up. I always thought I was a person accustomed to loneliness and travel. When I didn't come to the north, I was so determined to go to the north or far away.

So leaving home became the strongest idea in my subconscious. I may be born to like freedom. I think it is a better choice to study, travel and wander in the north or far away. And I am convinced that I will have enough happiness. But I still find that I am so dependent on my south-the place where I was born and raised, my old house, my family and my friends. I can't forget the weather, food, life and love in the south.

In the south, it is always wet and soft.

Haruki Murakami said: Memory is always incredible.

Yes, although my hometown is in the south, there is at least one snow every year. The snow in my hometown will not be too heavy or too early, but it comes at the right time and is beautiful. Guangyuan-the ancient city of Zhao Hua, the memory of snow revived the scenes of those years, and once again presented: the path where snowflakes danced, I reached out and caught the snowflakes from whom; Next to the frozen white stream, I am looking for the potential figure of fish under the ice; On the calm lake with thin ice, I picked up a branch and tapped it gently; On the busy street, I tried to find the hot cold noodle shop; Quiet and romantic window, I sang a song of edelweiss …

Most of the snow in the south comes to the world timidly, looking delicate, just like a group of butterflies looking for their dreams. They just took a nap on the windowsill and disappeared, lifting their eyes and shuttling in the breeze, leaving endless reverie. There is no reason to think that there is no reason in this world. Every time they come and go, they have one reason or another.

It's that simple. It's plump.

Later, I drifted from the south to the north.

I remember/kloc-first coming to the north 0/4 years ago. I was very young at that time. I don't know the wonder of this world. I ate, drank and played all the way, but I just felt that the north was not very good. Maybe destined to be with the north. Come and go for more than ten years, and now the university is also studying in the north. Accustomed to the life in the south, I want to enjoy the scenery in the north and experience different days in the north. Finally, I fell in love with the north. I like the winter with four seasons more than others. The most interesting thing in winter is snow.

Snow can not only bring peace and refreshment, but also make the heart pure and clear, stay away from the hubbub, and let yourself return to the original plain white.

It doesn't seem perfect to stay in the northeast without heavy snow in winter, but I put my hands together for the integrity of this winter and for the less and less cleanliness and beauty: it is best to let the flying elves tell the delusion of crossing the third world, let the snowflakes linger for thousands of years, and let the cold wind of the new moon baptize those persistence and regrets. Wait for the next heavy snow to blow away the glitz and dispel the haze. Looking forward to a snowfall and a romance. I hope we can meet again and have a beautiful youth.

Over the years, we have come a long way. It is best to say that you and I are worthy of running time and being gentle with the years. I hope that this winter, there will still be love, warmth and companionship, then the years will be safe. good night

This article is only for you who like snowy days, southern girl.