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Autumn in Jiangnan is not the season of snow.

Snow is a piece of white paper squeezed from tears.

Cover your snow country layer by layer.

Every muddy footprint you walk through.

Will be sealed by white forever

Like the calm water after the boat capsized.

Before this autumn comes.

You use very high temperatures.

Solved three heavy snow raids.

As always, you plant poetry in the soil.

Use a hoe as a pen and seeds as ink.

Draw a beautiful seasonal melody

Newly reclaimed vegetable fields by the river.

There are several beds of beans wrapped around your residual temperature.

Let autumn be round and full.

Persimmon tree behind the old house

Always open your red eyes before the snow comes.

Watch out for the snow falling from the ground for you.

Autumn in Jiangnan is not the season of snow.

The snow exceeded the weather forecast.

Snow is a piece of white paper squeezed from tears.

This unexpected heavy snow

Divide autumn into two halves

Half in this life and half in the afterlife.

Snowflake has six distinct petals, like a butterfly in love with cinnabar plum. The snow sitting in winter is the spirit of snow, and the ice is bright and tough, reserved and cold; Spring snow is a wayward princess in love, dancing in the air, moving when happy, and a terrible storm when unhappy. The melting of snow is invisible. When it is ignored, it is already green.

The night after the snow is deliberately quiet, a lively noise, without coloring, unparalleled, natural and more charming. It was a wonderful painting of Danqing, painted with a silver hook, which shocked many hands who mixed pearls and powders to sigh. That scene was wonderful, and it didn't need words, just feelings, which made many people feel sad. In the words without worldly greed and impetuousness, it belongs to a kind of tranquility and peace, just like a holy and bright beautiful goddess.

Some people say that the night after the snow is too lonely, while others say that Beijing after the snow is too lonely. I know it's a person who is led by material desires in the dust. How can he enjoy the beauty brought by crystal snow? How can we strip off the lonely appearance and read out the realm of "a noble man lying on a snowy mountain", and how can we let the body and mind appreciate and enrich the masculinity and nobility contained in the snowfield of "dancing silver snake in the mountain, the original wax elephant"?

To appreciate the snow, you should take a breath of dry and cool air in the morning after the snow, walk through white houses and white Woods, and walk along white streets through white cities. Beijing is like a newly-married Li Niang. The bright morning glow is her colorful shawl, the snow fog is her wedding dress floating down from her delicate waist, and the twittering birds are jumping and laughing happily like engaged children. Three or two lively girls dressed in colorful clothes are playing in the snow, and their red faces add warmth to the silver winter. There are several old people who do morning exercises, all white, and their faces covered with years are cold and calm.

The most unique scenery is that in the romantic dance of snowflakes, you can see the blue frozen snow-capped mountains, which are ethereal and cold, beautiful, heavy and rough. That unique cold silence and pride is a kind of blood and vigor, vitality and greatness that men envy, and it is easy to remind people of men in the north.

I love snow. The snow scene in vast expanse is clean and simple, and there is no dust. As soon as I walk into the snow, all my troubles will leave me at once. At the moment of initial setting, my heart is like snow. Every time I walk in the snow, my mind is purified and sublimated, which keeps me calm in a materialistic world. Time has passed, winter has gone and spring has come. I only hope that the purity of snow can infiltrate my heart and resist the temptation of the outside world.

Another morning after the snow. I am still the same, walking out of my dream and into the sunny city after the snow, so that a refreshing and clean mood can accompany me into a new day.

Lu Xun's Snow

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 Xueyuan, there are blood-red camellia (3), single plum blossom hidden in white and green, and Chimonanthus praecox (4) with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. Hu Die did not; 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, it is lonely snow, dead rain and the soul of rain.

snow

The sun is shining, but the wind is strong. The leaves of the paulownia on Ruijin Road finally fell. That girl once asked me again and again, brother, is winter coming?

Yes, the newspaper says it will snow in Nanjing on Friday. Maybe winter has really begun.

You said it was good to snow. You like it best, but is it heavy?

I said, not much. This is xiaoxue. I can't see it when I land.

You pout, so it's better than nothing.

Yes, the earth is too impetuous to hold the seeds of the sky.

It seems that every winter's mood is as transparent and dense as frozen water. So I thought of Bandelli's first snow, which is as soft as snow, as clear as water, as beautiful and sad as love. Therefore, if you choose the tune as the background music of the bridge version, the listener may have his own understanding, but this music really penetrates the soul and gives you unprecedented peace and tranquility.

I remember that in February of 200 1, 1, I was drinking alone in a bar in Xinjiekou, and I was very lonely and depressed. When I didn't want to drink that day, the host said I won the lottery. The prize is a cup with a Christmas snow scene painted on the outside, filled with hot water and the sound of music. When I was walking in the street with a cup in my arms, the city was surrounded by snow. Thick snowflakes fell quietly from the invisible sky, on clothes and all over the body. I raised my glass and filled it with the first snow in winter, but the music froze at this time.

After that, this music cup became a companion. At that time, I was very unhappy at work and always wanted to escape and run away. However, I still didn't have the courage in the end. On weekends, standing on the balcony, a cup full of water, under the sunshine, gives off a beautiful melody, and I feel satisfied.

I always like to wrap myself up, like a box that can't be opened without a password, always separated from others by an insurmountable obstacle. I like loneliness, I like sadness, I like walking alone under the city wall, which is a person's scenery. Of course, a person is like a tree in winter. After all the leaves fall, life feels powerless, and he is often full of pessimism and despair about the world. In September, 2003, after an online story happened accidentally, my music cup was broken, and a person's scenery gradually became noisy.

In February, 2003, I went to a live broadcast of a Nanjing edition gathering and met the host Han Yilan. Her eyes are blue and she has a very good impression of me. That feeling is actually a bit intimate. Just like me and the college counselor, she is several years older than me, but we can also find this feeling between us. That kind of feeling can't be said, but my heart is touched. This kind of touching is purely a kind of spiritual appreciation, a kind of closeness. I drank a lot of wine that day, including white wine, beer, northeast sorghum wine, foreign wine and red wine. When the program ended, everyone was shocked. I don't know when the snow covered the ground. These adults are laughing in the snow, opening their arms to melt the snow on their faces.

On the overseas Chinese road, Han stepped on a road in the snow, and her running back is still printed in my mind. Because I haven't seen her since then, and now she is in distant France. It is a romantic country, and I think she can really match her temperament there. After I came back, I wrote a poem, posted it on their board and gave it to her, the cabbage heart sister.

There are no lovers in the snow

Is that you?

In the shadow of snow

Every white tone your hand touches.

The snow is melting quietly.

I seem to hold your tears.

It is hotter and colder than fire.

It can burn me to ashes.

You can hang me under the eaves in the morning.

Waiting for the bird's lips

Take me for a walk in the sky

You dance beautifully and sadly.

Knock on the face that longs for spring.

They are laughing.

Like loneliness hidden in your eyes

Only you know forever.

When did I stop lying to you?

I run like an idiot.

The body is all over the earth.

Even in the most unlikely places.

Leave every drop of my blood.

Be your signpost

I can't miss seeing you again.

My love.

Do you know

I'm afraid the snow has stopped.

I'll never find you again

These are two deep memories of snow in my mind. We all like snow. Snow can remind people of beauty, and the most beautiful thing in memory is love, perhaps not love. Melancholy and tears are also a kind of beauty in winter, just like the euphemistic plot of life and death in Winter Love Song.

This year, I seldom write my own words. Today is the only one. Even at work now, I still listen to the first snow with my ears and immerse myself in my own world. When a person has more time for everyone, he must turn around and look for his own shadow. If you can't even find yourself, you may doubt the necessity of your existence.

Ai Xue

This is a cliche. Thirdly, snow will bring a good harvest. The second snow in 2004 lasted for a long time, with at least two or three centimeters of snow. Looking around, it is white. If you explore from the road, it is endless and endless as snow. People's feet crunched on the snow. Look at those children. They are having a good time. If they are not careful, snowballs will suddenly fall on their heads. Not to mention that. People say that snow is a patent in winter, so for children, snowball fights, snowball fights and snowmen are all children's patents. Watching snowflakes as big as goose feathers fall like petals, people can't help but think of the fruitful results achieved this year and the road paved by tears and sweat in the past.

How beautiful is snow? Someone can't help but ask. Snow is the most beautiful thing that nature has given to mankind. Look at the styling and lace, it's very dreamy. Even if you stick it on the ground, you should follow that sentence-it seems more beautiful without scenery. Although there is no fragrance of spring in winter, there is no rich fruit fragrance of autumn, and everything is bare. But it alone brewed another kind of beauty. This kind of beauty needs to be excavated by yourself. It looks dull but contains beauty, and it looks dull but overflows brilliantly. Look at the snow. Lovely rather than pathetic. It is as lovely as a shy girl, and as pitiful as a broken flower, which makes people unable to respect it. The snow is getting heavier and heavier, which may indicate a better harvest in the coming year!

In a blink of an eye, the heavy snow sent away the year that was about to pass away.

Guess (step on) the snow

It's fleeting. The first snow in 2006 is about to become the last one at the end of this year. Look ahead and hesitate. The slower and more uniform the snowflake floats, it seems to be a feeling of selflessness and detachment from nature. Pulling up my tired body, I went out.

Whenever it snows at the end of the year, there is always an expectation in my heart, hoping that the wonderful work made on this day will come to us as soon as possible. When it really snows, there will be an inexplicable impulse and pleasure in my heart. Watching the snow fall slowly, it seems that friends meet and feel the joy of sharing with each other. Xue, I love you Bai, I love you Guang, and I love you even more. You-you fell to the ground like a blanket, like a brocade, like a chapter. You are weak and the wind is broken; You are strong and have many talents. You, beautiful and lovely. You decorate thousands of families, and you decorate them with neon. Cher, did it take you so long to come to us because the society is going to move now?

Snow, would you like to come near me? I am willing to put aside the ups and downs and give up the fame and fortune of the world of mortals. Looking around, the sky is groggy, but the snow is still so white.

It's snowing I love you. Longing for you to be with me forever! Can you give me a piece of pure land of my own? !

Looking ahead, this snow has brought us a lot of joy. In the days after today, we can step on this white blanket again and listen to the creaking sound. Everything is covered with a cicada by Snow Girl, and we can sit anywhere and enjoy the performance of Snow Dance Troupe awakened by the movement. What a wonderful life! What a wonderful imagination! It's snowing We waited for you for a long time, and you finally came.

Long time no see, Xue.

Author: Zhao Xiaowei (original)

Snow white's heart

Text: Long hair welcomes the sky.

North. winter String moon. Neon. The first snow began to drift away.

Sitting alone behind the curtain of the snow fog, listening to the sound of snow falling. The falling dead leaves were quickly covered with snow, disappeared like a grain of dust and sank with my memory.

It seems that every winter is spent like this, curling up in my warm cabin, lighting a curling lamp, listening to music, drinking steaming tea, reading my favorite books and watching the wind, frost, rain and snow slide past the window year after year. I would like to live in my castle like this and watch the years pass quietly, like water. I don't know if the traces of time are hung on my face and engraved in my heart. I know that one day, my eyes are no longer as clear as snowflakes. After years of heavy snow, will you still remember the woman behind the snow and the heart of the past as snow?

Looking up at the pedestrians on the road, everyone is in a hurry. The solstice of winter has not yet arrived, and the cold at this moment is not biting. I think a person walking on the road, looking at the leaves that will not fall, will make me feel a little sad, feel the warmth of home, and involuntarily speed up my steps. Reminds me of the ancient poem "Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow at night returns to people". Thinking of this, I can't help laughing, not at others, but at myself. Sitting in the room all day thinking, vague, many scenes have never been experienced and will never be realized, but inexplicably familiar and frightened. As if I had wings in my heart, I flew around for me through time and space. It turns out that imagination can be so real or so absurd.

I suddenly remembered an old song many years ago: put away your emotions, leave your memory blank, forget the past you once had, and never say love again ... I like these naive old songs, and all my troubles were solved in a few words. How many words can be realized in the ethereal promise of that year? I don't know and I can't prove it. All I know is that it will never bring the slightest excitement or dizziness, just like fireworks in the night sky. Beauty only belongs to her for a moment, the wind blows away, the prosperity is gone, and everything is empty.

Moonlight and snow shadow rolled into the window, sprinkled on the table by the window, sprinkled on my forehead, and nourished my soul. Fingertips danced again, pouring out her loneliness. This is just a game and a dream. Only the rules of this game are impermanent. This dream can see the other side, but can't swim. This play is wonderful. It should be staged when it should be staged, and it should end when it should be finished. This game is very helpless, from clear to fuzzy, from spring flowers to autumn dew. Like a wisp of wind, a Jing Xue, ups and downs at will, I don't know where to go, I don't know where to go.

"Speak, speak; What's the hurry between going and coming? " Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry" made me sigh. It turns out that everything is doomed to be in a hurry, and I will never catch up with it.

The snow outside the window has stopped. I stayed where I was, like a butterfly tired of dancing, unable to fly away.

On a quiet night, Xue sat by the window alone, looking at the starry sky, listening to the "tick-tock, tick-tock" clock in the room, and inadvertently opened the book, a heavy book. I remember last year, Xue Heqing was a good friend, and I could see their happy figure every day. There were endless happy things at that time. However, fate always plays inexplicable jokes on happy people.

In more than a dozen sunny and breezy mornings, their scenes of laughter and laughter were not as frequent as in the past. Sunny is pale and listless. She walks on the school lawn with snow. Sunny's abnormality puzzled Snow, but she didn't dare to speak, just silently observing everything. Gradually, Qingxue talked less and came to school less and less. According to the head teacher, she is ill. After discussion among the students, it was decided that Xue would visit her on behalf of the whole class.

Came to the front of the green house, Xue was about to knock at the door, and there was a conversation in the room. "Don't go, son, just stay at home!" A woman said. "No, I'm leaving," Xue said. "Then your body can't stand it!" The woman said. "Never mind, let me realize my wish!" Si Nuo said. Hearing this, Xue burst into tears, and my aunt leaned forward to know that the door was unlocked. When they saw the snow, Sunny seemed to want to know. They took out a book from the bedside and handed it to me slowly. They said, "I have been estranged from you for a long time since I got sick, because I hope you will forget me and don't feel sorry for my departure." However, I was wrong, I hope you can understand. This book was written by a girl who has the same experience as me, but she is luckier than me, but I won't regret it, because I once had a good friend like you, and I am already very happy. " Say that finish, holding the snow, burst into tears.

In the last few days, Xue stayed with Sunny in the hospital, and Sunny kept smiling until she left us. Although I have Qian Qian's absolute disappointment, I am also very pleased, because she left with a smile in happiness. Her smile is so beautiful, so sweet, has been deeply imprinted in Cher's heart, and can never be erased.

Suddenly a telephone ringing interrupted Xue's memory. Xue slowly turned over the book, eyes moist. She gently put the book in the drawer and let it lie quietly.

This is not only a book, but also the most beautiful collection of snow!

Yesterday, the weather was as warm as spring. This morning, the weather suddenly turned cold, and the air was full of lead clouds. After a while, a cold wind blew. Soon, it began to snow. When it began to snow, it was accompanied by light rain, and sparse snowflakes fell from the sky with dense clouds. I was delighted to pick up the snowflakes with my hands. Snowflakes fell into my hands one by one, and I took a look. Wow, what a beautiful snowflake with five or six petals! Smell it with your nose. It smells good and makes you feel comfortable. I can't help putting transparent snowflakes in my mouth. Hey, it's cold and salty! Snowflakes are cuter. After a while, snowflakes like goose feathers fell one after another, just like countless elves dancing in the sky. After a while, the tree turned white, like wearing a thin white shirt! After class, the students all rushed to the playground like lightning. They forgot the cold and played and chased on the playground to welcome the arrival of snow. Look! Some reached out to pick up the snowflake, some took off their hats and put them on, and some deliberately touched the snowflake on their faces. Everyone looked at the snowflake happily, laughing and cheering, and they were very happy. Jingle bells, Jingle bells ... class begins. The students reluctantly returned to the classroom. I am seven and a half years old. This is the first snow I have seen. It brings me endless happiness and reverie. How happy and excited I am!

Sun Shuqing's Six Flying Flowers

The sky became darker and darker, and it began to snow in the afternoon. Snowflakes are as big as plum blossoms, flying all over the sky, gloomy and busy, making Luzhen a mess.

Lu Xun's blessing

There is almost no snow here, only a thin layer is sprinkled on the ground. It's still snowing at the moment. Snowflakes fall timidly, dry and light, like fluff. When the wind blows gently, it blows the snow on the roadside into the ditch, from the mountain to the valley and to the edge of the forest.

Ivan Shamikin's snowy winter

At this time, it began to snow lightly. This kind of snow is often seen when there is no wind. Sparse snowflakes seem to be meditating-is it good to fall or not? And almost stopped in the transparent air, hanging there, as if suddenly, lost weight, and then fell to the ground, giving his space in the air to the same harsh and gentle snowflake.

(Su) Fei Ding's First Love

Before dark, wet snowflakes began to fall on the wet ground, and everything was silent. At first, just a few fluffy snowflakes-beautiful transparent hexagonal crystals flying in the air, Ran Ran floated to the ground. It began to snow heavily in the back. In the evening, wet snowflakes fell all over the floor, covered with branches and thickly stuck to the heads, shoulders and sleeves of the soldiers.

(Sue) Vasily zhukov's "Live to the Dawn"

Snow fog

Snow, too impatient, tore open the loneliness of the night in a hurry and stumbled down. Instantly held by the earth, melted in the humid atmosphere. It has been falling for a morning, leaving only a little trace of exquisiteness, but it also reveals the stubbornness of unyielding, still drifting around with the wind and turning into a misty snow. Qi Anqing's Fire Holder

snowscape

The night after the snow stopped, the houses were covered with white clothes, the willows turned into bloated silver bars, and the city walls stretched out like a giant snake with a white back into the gray twilight haze in the distance. Looking at Guandi Temple from a distance. It is a green building that cannot be seen clearly; Nearby, the rugged ground in the western depression was covered with snow and turned into a large flat land.

Li Yingru's wildfire and spring breeze hit the ancient city.

Snowflakes, touching and touching, long and gentle, like the feathers of white cranes, decorate the world with thin water and cold mountains. Suddenly, the earth is like a silver sea, the mountains are like jade dragons, and the trees are like white corals and scales. You reflect me, I'll help you line up. What a beautiful jade carving!

Han Jingting's Snowflake

It snowed heavily all night. The next morning, it cleared up and the sun came out. Push open the door and look, wow! What a heavy snow! Mountains, rivers, trees and houses are covered with a thick layer of snow. Looking from a distance, Wan has become a world of makeup. Look around, those trees whose leaves have all fallen off are covered with fluffy shiny silver bars, and those evergreen pine and cypress trees in winter and summer are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs. A gust of wind blew, the trees shook gently, and the beautiful silver bars and snowballs shook off. Jade chips, like snowflakes, fluttered with the wind, reflecting colorful rainbows in the early morning sunshine.

I hope you are satisfied, O(∩_∩)O Thank you.