The snow is rustling.

For some people, snow is a special symbol.

Just like Doraemon is to Daxiong, steamed bread is to McDull, wheat field is to Lily Week, and butterfly is to Zhuangzi.

"Snow, a messenger from the sky."

Every child living in Syracuse remembers this sentence.

When the snow falls, I can't help but expect to receive this overwhelming information.

Children eat more snow. Looking so loose and white, I can't help but want to take a bite.

Tasteless ice crystals are the tears of angels.

The old man will stop suddenly when he sees it, and he will get goiter if he eats snow! I don't know how it came from.

There are many collectors of snowflake patterns because there is a saying that "no two snowflakes are exactly the same".

Ice and snow have the soul of Thangka. If you look at those ice cubes carefully enough, you will understand.

Stepping on the newly fallen snow, there was a broken sound.

Snow is hard to tread on, and it is snowy and slippery all the way. Walking on it carefully is the same as walking on an old wooden bridge.

When it begins to snow, sometimes it is light and big feathers; Sometimes it's fine flying powder.

Sometimes, the result is a ball.

It's much quieter when it snows. It is the condensation of snow that absorbs the cold, and the temperature will rise by several degrees, giving people the illusion of falling snow.

In order to verify whether there will be two snowflakes with the same shape, the children used many methods.

Wearing a magnifying glass, thick black cotton gloves, and even took out a vertical racket, his cheeks were red with cold outside.

Pieces of snowflakes, mostly hexagonal stars, seem to have the vein of maple leaves. Reflect the sunlight and play like a wheat awn.

Tiny crystals, like leaves in a pine forest.

Snow is very reflective. When the sun is strong, looking directly at the snow is equivalent to looking directly at the sun.

So people who work outdoors all day in winter may even get snow blindness.

At night, although snow can't give off the afterglow of the sun like the moon, it has excellent reflection effect.

As long as there is a weak light source, the snow will reflect back and the road will be bright and open.

Some streets are long and dark. Many people will spontaneously light up the lights at the entrance of the courtyard to illuminate the road conditions for those who come back late.

I was born when the first snow fell that year.

So there is also a very common name in my hometown. My classmates all have the same name: Snow White.

But better than my sister, her name is not only the same name, but also not limited to men and women. Her name is Bai Yang.

Every northerner seems to know at least one person named Bai Xue or Bai Yang.

Names not only make you extremely sensitive to these words, but also have meanings.

For example, my sister often tells a joke, "It snows, so you are short. Stick poplars, so I am tall. "

Not to mention I'm much whiter than her.

More than a decade ago, the snow sometimes fell more than half a meter overnight, which was higher than that of a 4-year-old child.

The door won't open. You have to jump out of the window and clean the snow in front of the door before you can go out. If you want to go far, you will face a battle over mountains and mountains.

Pupils are so afraid of being late that they are late at dawn. Going to school is like running away at night, wrapping yourself in huge zongzi and stumbling out in the dark.

Walking hand in hand in the snow, read out all the words and idioms you know about "darkness". Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, I can't see my fingers ... and then I laughed my head off.

Speaking of heavy snow, it's like the Long March initiated by neighbors.

From a distance, it seems that there are several grizzly bears leading the way, and rabbits are following behind, walking happily in the dim morning light.

All classes should make their own stoves. Boys even need to arrange time for this.

The furnace uses a thick iron pipe to exhaust the exhaust gas outside.

Starting from the bottom, pile tofu and wood loosely and spread a small amount of big coal. So that there is enough oxygen when burning.

Then light it with very flammable firewood, and when the firewood produces a strong flame, add more coal. The stove will be ready.

A good stove can boil water, bake potatoes and do chemical experiments on various burning phenomena. ...

My sister is a long-distance runner at school. She has been running 4 kilometers every morning since she was 10.

But I don't like running very much If I want to stay with her, I will tremble in the snow.

The teacher knew and gave me the key to the class. So what used to be a boy became that I went to class to make a fire every day.

In the classroom, sometimes it is as hot as 30 degrees, sometimes the room is full of smoke and dust, and there is the smell of burnt feathers. ...

At least three times, I lit my bangs when I started the stove.

This is east longitude 130 and north latitude 45.

One kilometer away, there are many low mountains, including pine forests, Yang Shulin and fruit trees.

Where there are Woods, the snow scene is different.

Having been away from home for many years, I can't help looking at the photographer's photos.

It's beautiful, but it doesn't feel like Leng Yan in it.

The memory of skating by the river seems to be in a dream. It seems that after only two or three years, there will be no more.

I don't know when the river will rise, so I can't take a bath. There are no fish, but you can still see many water snakes.

It will dry up in winter. Just do it, there is no water left.

It is said that the lake in Mohe is black in the sun in winter. As an interpretation of "undercurrent".

At MINUS 40 degrees, the air condenses. With a loud cry, you can even hear the crack. I don't know if it's true, but I know that cold and dryness seem depressing.

Recalling the past, on the frozen river, many uncles pulled wagons assembled with tires and carried their children to play.

You can even dance when you light a bonfire at night. The river became a dance floor. The flickering flames and charming rivers give people the feeling of straying into the forest of God.

In winter, the colors are monotonous, the wind is biting, everything is Hutto, and the scene is gloomy.

People will be empty. And memories make people more empty. Why don't we freeze it?

However, there are still many people who keep the tradition. For example, the fat uncle's house next door insists on making dozens of ice lanterns every year.

During the festival, many candles can be seen flashing in front of their house from a distance, and a very soft atmosphere is reflected by the snow scene, just like Christmas in the movie.

Making ice lanterns is actually very simple, a leather bucket, an ice chisel, a spatula and a candle.

There is no time to make any shapes for the ice lantern. At most, add some blue ink and red ink to the water before freezing. Some golden pieces of paper and so on.

Most of them failed, and the colors and substances were unevenly frozen in the ice lamp.

Later, when I studied the concept of solvent in chemical experiment, I understood the reason of failure, so I wanted to take a pack of potassium permanganate back to make an ice lamp.

Uncle Pang once successfully made an orange ice lantern. Asked how he did it, he said he used 2L of orange juice. ...

Some people can't make ice lanterns, so they dig a hole in the snow, pour some water into it to fix it, and light candles, which also shows that they have tried.

Big ye has made another move. Once, he turned the yard of 100 square meter into an ice rink.

The solution is to pour a few pots of water into the snow-covered yard, which will soon freeze. Then push the floating snow away with a snow pusher.

The little boy nearby came to their house to smoke gyro. The ice was uneven, and everyone spontaneously took out their own tools and jingled.

That winter, at the busiest time, there were more than a dozen gyros spinning wildly in the yard.

Later, Uncle Fat got busy and didn't do it again in winter, but even after many years, occasionally someone stood at his door and shouted to him, "Uncle Fat has a gyro!" " "

Because it is snow, I wrestle and climb casually, and no parents will scold me.

There are girls who have rolled in the snow outside, so they will be less delicate.

Just like in fairy tales, a happy playground.

It's especially cold at night in winter.

Think about it, maybe for this reason, I have hardly seen homeless people living here in winter.

Sometimes when my parents quarrel, or I say something I shouldn't, I will be beaten and scolded and get out.

My sister likes stars, but I don't seem to catch a cold.

The stars are all the same. Who cares which is Orion and which is Andromeda?

For an hour, I was stiff. But you can't stop walking.

My head has been buzzing in the wind for two hours. The wind cracked my face, and my tears hurt. I dare not cry any more.

Finally, I thought I could hide in the warehouse on the side of the road.

A thousand roads without footprints.

Occasionally, I see pedestrians walking in the same posture against the west wind and the snowflakes flying on the ground.

I don't know if my head froze and I began to imagine distant things.

South or something.

Later, I was carried back by my mother, wiped with alcohol, and finally returned to the small room where the walls were dry and hot.

There is a legend about snow in an article about an exam in middle school.

It's called "Waiting for Snow"

Because the author accidentally snowed in Shanghai, it didn't melt for two or three days. It feels weird.

The old man said, that's because the snow is waiting for it, and we can go back together in spring.

After waiting for a long time, I couldn't bear to melt, but in the end I didn't wait for the second snow.

I can only leave alone, and the water that turned into night before leaving flows like a rainstorm, like the cry of snow.

I couldn't help crying during the exam. I don't know what I can't bear, but it seems that I will become a rainstorm alone.