Prose: Snowflakes are blank, slow, and floating rhythm.

Snow is artistic, and the technique of leaving white space slows down time, makes the scene stagnate and stays in a frame of the most beautiful imagination permanently.

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"Six flying flowers came into the room and sat watching the bamboo turn into lovely branches." When it snows, I always feel that time passes slowly, so slow that I can see six petals of snowflakes, and I am willing to cooperate with the rhythm of snowflakes falling, slow and idle. However, calm down and think about it, this is a kind of mood, which makes time slow down. There is a desire for transparency and simplicity inside and outside.

Of course, it is undeniable that the falling snowflakes are beautiful, elegant and intoxicating, which will make you feel that you have entered a fairy tale from time to time, or that your dreams are in harmony with the fantasy pictures in your mind.

There is no need to praise or ask questions. As long as you can look quietly, listen quietly, hold your breath and look up, you will feel that the world covered with snowflakes is quiet, and everything you see is spotless and quiet, just like a painting. I want to go in and leave only two lines of footprints as an inscription.

"Flowers used to be like snow, but now snow is a flower." In the past, tonight, it seems to be crossing, and it seems to be involuntary. Slowly approaching the fairy tale, and slowly coming out of the fairy tale, I always feel a little unreal, but I dare not deny it.

"Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." Just in a trance, waiting for the snow to fall all over the yard, then going out carefully, leaving flat footprints in the snow, reading a few ancient poems gently, and feeling soft and fluffy.

What's more, slowness is a natural feeling with infinite charm, which can make the memory vague and clear, and it seems to blur something. Suddenly I remembered everything, then gently smoothed it out and wrote three words "snow" on it as the end of a series of actions.

I don't know when it started. I have a soft spot for snow. I can't bear to touch it. I like to enjoy it from a distance. I don't want to go near it. I don't want to disturb it. It is better to stand under the eaves and enjoy it, but you can't help but do as the Romans do.

Even if I go back to the house, I don't want to open the window only through a layer of glass. That kind of jumping, that kind of elegance, that kind of beauty, maybe you can only appreciate it through the window.

In early winter, with the company of snow, you won't feel lonely. When it snows, you will also forget the time. All you can remember is an impression, different from autumn, but more profound than autumn. You can't wake up your intoxicated self until the snow stops.

There are not many things in the world that can make you forget the time. However, appreciating the snow is one of them. This state of mind is first to please yourself, and then to evoke many memories of poetry. In those yellowed words, dreams and beauty that shuttle back and forth on the time axis, sometimes left and sometimes right, are unwilling to leave the rhythmic time and space, preferring to oscillate and float back and forth and finally throw themselves into the embrace of the earth.

In winter, the most beautiful thing is to welcome a snow and a cup of tea. This is a perfect match in winter, which smells more seductive. Let the romantic atmosphere, ambiguous emotional appeal, vulgarity and elegance be mixed together, so beautiful that you forget the time and enjoy it at the node of beauty.

Even if I think something I shouldn't, I won't regret it. After all, it is in leisure time, so you can kill time slowly and waste time.

This slowness is a luxury. No fame and fortune, no worldly troubles, let the beauty of nature accompany you to think slowly and swim slowly. Let the snow fall all over your head and on your shoulders. Don't dust it off.

Like this slow time, like snowflakes leisurely scattered in the snow, watching snow, enjoying snow and listening to snow, but it doesn't have to be meaningful, but it must be perceptive.

If we can treat the things around us with a normal heart and occasionally produce a * * * sound, our mood will fall on the same picture with black and white pixels, and we can accompany each other and listen to each other, just like a date and a passing encounter. Wouldn't it be better to be closer and farther away?

Walking in the depths of time, let yourself slow down, it is the snow that has left us a deliberate blank. Don't worry, and then have it slowly. The world always becomes magical in an instant, and it also gives you a lot of time to read and browse slowly, at the same time, let yourself forget the passage of time and temporarily forget the burden of the world of mortals.

It is said that life is not easy. If you carry a heavy load in winter, you won't stop even when you meet the most beautiful snow. If you are in a hurry, it will be difficult for you to understand its charm, let alone its fun. There is only a confused world in a gust of wind.

Quietly, it seems that snow has slowed down time. In fact, it is our inner yearning and longing. Slowness is the rhythm of snow.

If it snows today, it will! As snowflakes fly all over the sky, Wan Li is white and its branches are full of jade.

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