It's snowing, flying all over the sky, dancing with old memories. ...

The day after the solar term, heavy snow fell. In the morning, it snowed heavily. First like salt, then like catkins, falling from the sky. In the magic capital, this is rare. I couldn't help leaning against the window and squinting up and out for quite a while.

It has been many years since I left my hometown where it often snows in winter. I feel used to the cold rain in Shanghai in winter. But every once in a while, on a snowy day, there will be a slight excitement and something will jump in my heart.

It snowed, too. In different cities, there are still some subtle differences.

In a small town in northwest Anhui, there was knee-deep snow when I was a child. It began to snow at dusk, and it rained all night. When I got up in the morning, it was still fine, and the sun was still shining in the sky, but the heat was gone. Everything in front of and behind the house turned silver. Playing snowballs and snowball fights are common things.

Once, I had a big fight with my primary school classmates, and I was hit in the eyes and nose by a big snowball from a naughty boy group. When I cried, I squatted down in pain to wipe my tears. I was teased, very coquettish ... that kind of real pain, after so many years, I still seem to vaguely feel it, I still remember my friends at that time. At that time, the snow connected childhood and adolescence, which was a good time of ignorance!

The snow in the magic capital often stops when it arrives. Whether it's like salt grains or larger catkins (goose feathers have never been seen before), there are few traces left, and it is also extravagant to stay for a few days.

There was a heavy snow on 20 17. There is a snowman in the community at night, but only once in so many years.

Just like today's snow, it looks great at first, but it will soon end. In the evening, the ground has basically disappeared. It seems that God had a short dream just to make you happy.

Looking back at the year at the turn of the century, I followed a cheap tour group to visit the first line of the United States and drove all the way from south to north by Greyhound bus in winter. There was a snowstorm all the way. The world is dark and chaotic. I don't know day and night. Finally, I arrived in Buffalo. After a long walk, I settled down in a small hotel. Looking back now, what impressed me most about that trip was the ubiquitous heavy snow. Even the great waterfall on the border between the United States and Canada is frozen to a narrow living water area, and the rest are all exposed glaciers.

Floating like a dream, floating like a dream. Suddenly, so many years have passed! It snowed so much!

I still remember some days when I sprinkled salt on the winter night in Magic Capital. This kind of snow is probably the most suitable for this city. There is a kind of fine uniformity, which seems to float rather than float, seems to have nothing, and looks like dream a dream.

Especially if you walk in the old urban area at that time, the dim street lamp shines down, and the salt particles in the sky peck gently on the raised face, lips and cloak collar. A kind of unprovoked happiness, like salt grains.

On the street of Nanjing West Road, there was a vendor selling vinyl records at that time, and there was a deep whirling jazz music on the car. It's cold, but interesting. There is a little warmth in my heart.

This thin joy and warmth often hold up the memories of the past and emerge little by little when the snow falls.

I wonder how much snow will fall in my life.

Ending with a poem in the Tale of Genji:

Knowing that the floating world is like Chun Xue,

But time flies.

(Luo wrote on February 8, 20 18)