Snow Prose in March in Beijing

March in Beijing may not feel like spring yet, and occasionally there will be a light snowfall. Let’s enjoy the essay about snow in March in Beijing. I hope you like it! Snow in Beijing in March Prose Chapter 1

In March in Beijing, I still can’t feel the breath of spring. A little rain occasionally hit the car in the past two days. After rushing by, it left a lot of dust on the car body. Gray stained flowers. Thinking about how dirty the sky in Beijing is, such a life is indeed suffocating.

However, on the weekend morning, when I opened the window, my eyes were filled with dazzling snow, which was everywhere on the dry grass, dead trees, and roofs. The cool wind blows into my heart and quickly lifts my dull heart. It is fluttering and refreshing, as if I have become a fairy. I hurriedly called my wife and daughter, and everyone couldn't hide their surprise.

Although I can't have a snowball fight with my daughter on the snow, the snow doesn't fall much, and the road has begun to melt, revealing gray and black, intermittent, like a monster's back. The snow has stopped long ago. It's a pity that I can't see the grace of snow swaying in the wind, feel the gentleness of snowflakes falling on my hands, and appreciate the splendor of snowflakes dancing in the sky. However, the air has been washed clear, and strands of sunlight have penetrated the chilly air, gradually converging into rays of light, giving people the power of warmth.

Beijing has seen little snow in recent years, especially in March, but there was such a snowfall, which could cover the whole sky. It is rare to see such a pure, bright sky and such a warm light. My daughter was planning the day's homework, and there was a long list on her notepad, but she had not yet drawn a hook. This kind of endless battle wiped out the sweetness and warmth of childhood.

No matter what, go out for a walk and give the suffocating life in the dust haze some respite. My proposal was strongly supported by my wife and daughter.

We drove to the park not far away and climbed up the stairs. My daughter had already rushed to the front. We hurried forward. We were afraid that the child would fall, so we held our daughter’s hand tightly. Being warmed and held tightly, they had no choice but to hold us forward.

The sun gradually faded away, and the sky became gloomy again. The dead trees beside the path are quiet. If you look carefully, you can see that there are some small bumps on the trees, but no green buds are exposed. Are they also waiting for spring?

My daughter’s favorite amusement park finally arrived, and she played with the pirate ship, crazy mouse, flying chair, etc. Watching my daughter running around crazily, my heart relaxed. Yes, we must give our children their childhood. With this snow, this short-term freshness, and this light, spring should not be Far away. When the time comes, the gloom is short-lived and freshness and light fill our lives.

My daughter’s favorite game is bumper cars, but there are no children playing in the parking lot. The waiter advised us to wait. It is not interesting for children to play alone. After waiting for a long time, I only waited for a child. I discussed with my wife that we would go play as a family of three. The child and mother would share a car, I would share a car, and the child would share a car. Our three cars collided crazily, and the child’s cry made me extremely happy and moved. I think this collision and this cry are the high-spirited melody of children's childhood. Snow in Beijing in March Prose Chapter 2

In the morning, when I opened the window, I found that outside the window, I found that it had become a world covered in silver, whether it was mountains or buildings of different heights in the distance, or scattered nearby. With dead trees and buildings, the whole world seems to have taken on a white and pure appearance. Although it is not as colorful as usual, it is a bit more tidy and clean, which can be regarded as a different kind of beauty. Quietly staring out the window, the flying snow in the sky is facing the howling cold wind, walking to the brisk melody, dancing gracefully like a dream, swaying with the wind, but then gently falling on the vast earth Above, the movements are gentle and elegant, so silent, so quiet and calm.

I stared alone at this white, quiet and vibrant snow country world, and pondered for a long time. Suddenly, the little girl said, "Wow, what a beautiful goose feather snow!" I was reminded, ah, yes, goose feathers. The heavy snow couldn't be described more appropriately, just right, not too much and not too little. While I was immersed in this picturesque scenery, I couldn't help but shudder. I was startled and suddenly felt a bone-piercing chill rushing towards my face. Suddenly, a biting cold current rushed up my spine and quickly flowed throughout my body. My whole body couldn't help but tremble. Almost at the same moment, I subconsciously raised my hand to close the window. Just as my hand touched the window lattice, I realized that I had been standing in front of the window for a long time. There were already scattered snowflakes on the cold floor under my feet. Even the ends of the hair were covered in it and looked wet. At this time, some inexplicable excitement and excitement surged in my heart, and involuntarily, my hands that had grasped the window edge slowly lowered their hands. He quickly held his breath, stretched out his palms, and let the almost perfect white snowflakes fall into his palms one by one. He instantly felt a trace of coldness entering his heart and spleen, straight into the deepest part of his soul. Then I stared at it quietly, slowly watching it turn into transparent and shining water droplets. After a while, it was crushed by the snowflakes that followed, but this time it melted at the touch of a touch, and suddenly melted into a drop of more water. The large and round water droplets, reflected by the dim light in the room, are crystal clear and appear warmer and brighter. They are so beautiful and fascinating.

The snow outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, the biting cold wind is getting stronger and stronger, and my mood is also fluctuating. The urge to go out for a spring outing in the snow is getting stronger and stronger. This is the first heavy snowfall in Beijing this winter. The auspicious snow heralds a good harvest and adds a lot of color to the festive New Year in the Year of the Sheep. Although there were a few scattered light snowfalls a few years ago, they were all very perfunctory, completely indifferent and almost uninteresting. Now, facing such a beautiful snow scene, I could no longer restrain my deep feelings. After finishing my lunch in a hurry, I embarked on my trip alone in the wind and snow.

Walking on a road with few pedestrians, you can still feel the joy of the New Year. In the distance, red lanterns in front of several houses are swaying in the cold wind. Although the tops are covered with snow, But it still exudes a faint light, showing the atmosphere of the New Year. On the road, the snow under our feet was already very deep. Every time we stepped on it, we would make a squeaking sound from time to time. In the heavy snow, this tiny sound was particularly clear, and it was very exciting along with the ups and downs of our footsteps. The rules are changing, as if the whole world is silent. A large series of long footprints were left behind. Looking back, they were particularly conspicuous on the snow-white ground. If you suddenly stopped at this time, you would clearly hear the snowflakes flying in the air and falling to the ground. The swishing sound is very much like the sound of flowers falling in a silent flowerbed in late spring. Suddenly, a small car whizzed past in the middle of the road, and the strong wind brought up instantly picked up the thick snow on the ground, throwing it into the air, circling and flying, and then scattered in all directions with the help of the cold wind. In the distance, the car had already gone far and disappeared soon. However, the snow that it brought up refused to fall for a long time, forming a long mark made of flying snow, just like the trace of an airplane flying over. The tail marks gradually fade away and fade away. After a long while, it slowly fell back to the ground, leaving only the sky still falling with snowflakes and me trudging along the roadside, as if nothing had happened just now.

After walking a long way and trekking a short section of hillside dirt road, we came to a small hill. Although it is not high, the view has been broadened a lot. Standing here, looking around Looking up, you can overlook a large scenery. Although the scenery in the suburbs of Beijing is not beautiful and charming, it can still be considered generous. In the distance, a frozen river lies in front of it, and a cement arch bridge lies on it. Under the gloomy sky and The background of falling snowflakes has become a bit blurry. Against it, there are tall buildings that are almost invisible covered by countless snow particles. Farther away, there is only a vast expanse of white, submerged in the thick water. Under the white snow.

Nearby, you can vaguely see several horizontal and vertical roads intersecting each other in a tic-tac-shape, which are orderly and generous. However, under the cover of snow, there is no clear boundary with the land beside the road. There is only one Rows of dead trees or green pine trees indicate their unique identity. Of course, the occasional passing vehicle will also remind them of their specialness. Because the dead trees are small and cut bare, there is very little snow on the branches. From time to time, they still tremble slightly in the cold wind, as if they are shivering from the cold, even the little snow left is shaken. It fell. The green pine is completely different. Its cone-like body is covered with snow, which seems to be a bit suffocating. It looks like an upside-down white roly-poly. It is still shaking slightly in dissatisfaction, and it is likely to break free. situation. Dotted among the grids drawn on the tic-tac-toe road are residential buildings of different heights, and occasionally some other buildings, showing a hint of the taste and style of a big city. But these yellowish, pink or gray buildings are all eclipsed by the white snow. With these tones, the pure white snow country world has a lot more vitality and vitality, and the colorful earth has also been added with whiteness. The snowflakes all have a completely different style and charming charm, creating an eternal beauty!

As a child who grew up in the north, I have a special affection for snow, because snow carries too many memories and souvenirs. I have been staring at the picturesque snow scene in my hometown for a long time, but I can't help but think of the winter in my hometown. Although my hometown lacks water and rain, there is no shortage of snow in winter. From childhood to adulthood, winter has been associated with thick snow. . The pictures in my memory include the childhood joy of a group of naughty children chasing and playing in the snow, the hardships of trudging to study in the foot-long snow, and sitting around the stove with a large family eating barbecue on a snowy day. Potato happiness. To this day, I feel sad and sweet when I think about it, and I feel nostalgic and sad. However, the scroll of time will eventually record everything about me, and finally become eternity in the long river of time. Snow in Beijing in March Prose Part 3

I gave up taking the exam to a school in the south and went all the way north, leaving the south of the Yangtze River where I had lived for a long time and heading towards the north where I had never been; I had mixed feelings in my heart, I don’t know Is it because of nervousness or expectation? I just don’t know why I chose Beijing. Is it for my dream or for the person in my heart?

Two years ago, my beloved went north to Beijing and took root in Beijing. We made an appointment on the day she left. She would wait for me in Beijing, and I would come to Beijing to find her. This agreement seemed very simple. It was just two people holding hands and shouting an oath that would last forever. Well, it seems that no matter who it is, they can do it.

In the eyes of outsiders, I came to Beijing just to take the Nortel exam, but for me, in addition to taking the exam, the more important thing was to meet her and fulfill my original promise. ; I want to know if the person buried in my heart is still the same as before.

The huge city of Beijing is not as gentle and elegant as Fuzhou in the south of the Yangtze River. It gives people a noisy but lonely feeling, as if this city amidst the lights has endless stories, and this story also It's all sad and involved, and I can't find my direction. Just thinking about the person in my heart, she is in a corner of this city, I feel a kind of warmth, as if this city, this city of Beijing, is so familiar to me. .

I stayed near Nortel. The air in Beijing is really no better than in the south. It is cold, dry and without a trace of warmth. In the light, only the northwest wind whistles, calling out to Beijing in winter. .

I regret coming to Beijing alone, because I don’t know whether I can withstand some unpredictable and heavy blows; I can’t foresee that my choice to come here is correct after all. Still wrong.

At night, I was walking alone in the capital, there was no moonlight, and the sky was gloomy; I had called her number ten times, but no one answered; I don’t know what she was doing during this time. What the fewer and fewer messages mean, but I still understand in my heart that what awaits me may be the worst outcome.

It’s just like this, a person walking around Beijing, feeling extremely calm, as if I am isolated from the city and do not interfere with each other. The screams on the streets are nothing to me. Just a noise.

As I walked, I lost all feeling in my hands and feet. When I went north, I never expected that Beijing would be so cold. Maybe it was because my heart was cold, so my feeling was even colder.

I turned the corners and looked at the passers-by. I foolishly tried to meet her again at the edge of Beijing University of Civil Engineering and Architecture. I even imagined in the wind that I could meet her again. There is a ray of moonlight shining in the direction of my progress, leading me to her world, bringing the two hearts that were originally far away from each other closer again; but it is a pity that all this is me in the north wind fantasy.

The reality is so cruel. On the streets of Beijing, there is not only no moonlight, but also no familiar passers-by. The trees on the roadside also have naked branches and make no sound.

Occasionally, a passerby walked by. He was wearing a dark mask like me, the same color and the same style. I was suddenly surprised. Thinking about it, this mask was from a handicraft workshop in Fuzhou. I bought two at that time, one for her and one for myself; however, I never had the chance to deliver the one for her to her.

I grabbed the passerby and wanted to ask the passerby if she had been to the workshop in the Jiangnan Ancient Alley, but I still held back my words and just looked at him awkwardly and said: " I'm sorry, I got the wrong person."

The passers-by looked at me for a long time, their expressions were a little overwhelmed, slightly frightened, and innocently showing sadness. I didn't want it to be like this, but it was just that. I don’t know what happened, but I frightened a woman in the night.

The passer-by turned around and walked away. That turning looked very much like the person in my heart, but it was just like, but not like. I just looked at him from a distance and pressed the button for the eleventh time. The number that hasn’t been passed in a long time is still unanswered.

I saw from a distance that the passerby was walking hastily. I don’t know when there was a man beside her. A man who looked over and saw that he was taller and more handsome than me. Look at her dress. , and richer than me.

I didn’t go back to the University of Architecture. I took a taxi at that intersection and returned to the hotel near Nortel.

That night, I slept very soundly, no longer thinking about anything complicated, but she appeared again in my dream.

The next day, the sky in Beijing became even gloomier. The weather forecast said that the first snow since the beginning of winter in Beijing would fall on this day, but I didn’t hear clearly how big the snow could be.

Early in the morning, I turned off my mobile phone. I wanted to just give up taking the Nortel exam, walk around, and then return to Fuzhou the next day. But I don’t know where the momentum came from. I rushed to Beijing University of Civil Engineering and Architecture. I ran wildly around the school and looked around wildly. At that time, I didn’t know what I was going to do. I was just subconsciously looking for the thing I remembered. I don’t know where I got the courage to be so determined. The passerby last night was her; maybe, this doesn’t require a reason or courage, it’s just that I love deeply and turn into ashes, and I recognize it; because , she can always be her, not anyone else.

When I was tired and crazy enough, it started to snow in Beijing; snowflakes fell in succession on the paths of Beijing University of Civil Engineering and Architecture. The snow was very, very heavy.

Soon, the sky and the earth turned white in my field of vision.

In the snow, I seem to feel her breath; because I vaguely remember that she told me that she likes snow. She not only likes the light snow in Fuzhou, but also likes the strong snow in the north. Snow.

I wandered around in the snow, and the snowflakes caught the branches in the school, covering up the world of color, and the weather became colder and colder.

Suddenly, a few snowflakes fell into my mouth. They seemed to melt in an instant, cooling my heart. I knew that the snowflakes melted and my heart became cold. Those pure snowflakes melted in my mouth. Love must end.

So, I bravely opened my phone. In addition to a large number of exam notifications from Nortel, there was also a message from that number. The message only had a few words and was simple. , usually.

"An, thank you for coming, we will never meet again."

I was very calm, put away my phone unhurriedly, and left Beijing University of Civil Engineering and Architecture. I know that she is there, but she is here, but she has already left. What exists is the passerby I met last night, and what is gone is her in my heart.

When I left, the snow was getting heavier and the wind was blowing harder and harder. Beijing was like crazy, and my world was crazy.

It wasn’t until a few minutes before the exam that I arrived at the Nortel exam site. The teacher who led the team was so anxious that he didn’t know what to do and didn’t ask me why. He just listened to my tears quietly.

At that time, I just thought, not for anyone, but for myself. When I walked out of the examination room, it was just for myself.

Soon, I finished the exam, passed the interview smoothly, and entered the third test; my friends asked me what I said to the interview teacher, and I just answered lightly, if you really love me, you Don't be afraid of anything.

In the end, I didn’t know if I had passed all Nortel’s assessments. Without waiting for news, I returned to the hotel, took my luggage, and got on the train going south.

I thought that I no longer needed that number and that mobile phone, so I left it at the Nortel exam site, but in the car, I hoped so much that I could I borrowed a mobile phone and sent her a message, saying: Beijing, it is really snowing; I thought that when I return to Fuzhou, the cold wave will arrive, and Fuzhou will also have my own snow. "Snow in Beijing in March, Part 4"

Will snow finally become a memory?

When I was a child, the snow would fall from the beginning of winter to the beginning of spring, and even after ninety-nine, it would still fall, and often after I got up overnight, the door would be covered with snow, which was more than a foot thick. Unable to push it away, the family members quickly opened the thermos bottles and poured hot water on the door to melt the snow. The snow is like a magician, turning the roads and debris in the yard into white. At this time, parents who get up early will ask their children to get up and clear the snow. As soon as it hears that it is snowing heavily, the children who usually like to stay in bed will get up, dress up very quickly, and appear in the yard as soon as possible. Either run around in the yard and leave footprints on the pure white snow; or those who are literate write some words they have learned, and those who can't write draw randomly, and the younger ones stand on the kang, with hanging Peering out of the frosted glass or scratching it with your finger. When they are noisy enough, they will obey their parents' instructions and sweep the snow to the wheat straw pile at the door or to the ditch.

After cleaning the living area, the adults started cooking. It suddenly became a paradise for children. In unison, everyone ran out of their yards, called their friends, and prepared to have a snowball fight or build a snowman. Girls generally like to build snowmen. A group of three and five, they designed the shape of the snowman, introduced a handy sister, and started construction: those who made snowballs, those who were looking for red silk, those who were looking for hats, those who were looking for pine branches, cypress branches, and those who were looking for corn tassels. Performing his duties, a living snowman stood there in a moment! After the prototype came out, it was carefully modified until the sisters were satisfied. The snowman has various expressions, mostly smiling faces, because children's shaping skills are limited, and smiling faces are a relatively simple expression, and they are also their best skill. After building the snowman, they moved to the spot and became spectators in the snowball fight camp. The boys have become warriors, and their weapons are snowballs that are readily available. Hiding at the corner of the wall, or digging a hole in the haystack, or hiding behind the corn stalks standing at the base of the wall, or behind someone's door, or even more brave, standing directly in the middle of the battlefield. , not afraid of the enemy's snowballs flying all over the sky.

It didn’t matter that my head was covered with snow foam all over my body and my shoes were covered with snow. I didn’t care that my hands, face, and ears were red from the cold. I raised my sleeves and wiped away the runny nose. I dodged, crawled, rolled, and charged. I devoted myself wholeheartedly to the battle. It was so cold. It was so hot that it was really crazy! If my mother hadn't called me home for breakfast several times, it would have been difficult to end the war that started this morning. After hurriedly finishing breakfast, I eagerly picked up my schoolbag and went out. Because there are fun things on the road, you can go skating. The brave ones skated on their own, while the timid ones were pulled by others to slide. They slid and slid all the way to school, laughing and shouting.

The heavy snow not only brings happiness to the children, but also brings harvest to the earth. After being covered by thick snow, the wheat seedlings can be kept warm, fed, and slept peacefully, recharging their energy and waiting to give farmers a big harvest next year.

It’s cold and snowy! Beautiful and pure Snow Girl, we miss you! "Snow in Beijing in March, Part 5"

The days are like mountains and mountains in front of me, endless emptiness as far as the eye can see. I always feel like there is a little bit of excitement missing in these boring days. I wish I could have a baptism of winter snow, let the thick falling snow cover my dusty heart, and let my soul become fragrant in a pure whiteness.

Time flies like wings, leaving no trace in the dust. In the blink of an eye, winter's eyebrows have fallen into the eyes. Gradually, I am waiting for a heavy snowfall, as if I don’t have to wait for the pace of time. The year has come to an end. There are too many emotions and there is no time to talk. The New Year’s bell has been ringing quietly in the ghost of the empty valley where the snow is falling. Some sadness, some joy, some laughter, some tears, and some memories that I don’t want to forget are all frozen and sinking in the snowy days. I want to remember, but I just forget to recall. Is it joy or sadness?

In the sentimental world, I have long looked down on love, hate and obsession. I just want to hold the hand of one person and walk together. Live every sunset and dawn. The most beautiful love should be like snow, white and flawless, without any sand on it. The most romantic thing is not the oath of eachother, but a few years later, when I lean on your shoulder and talk about the past in detail. At that time, you were there and so was I. When my hair turns white and you lose your teeth, we still hold hands together every day when the snow falls in winter, watching the falling snow dance and the shadow of the moon whirling.

A pair of people from one generation to another in their lifetime, competing for education and ecstasy. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring? Rong Ruo, the first poet of the Qing Dynasty, was a suave and handsome young man. In his short life, he left many popular words to future generations. A person's life is neither long nor short, and there are thousands of roads in front of him. No matter which road he chooses, there is always someone who will accompany him silently. Isn't this the most beautiful thing in the world? That saying about life If it were just like the first sight, why the sad autumn wind painted the fan would move many people. The most beautiful thing in the world is love. When those unparalleled romances are sung today, how many people long for that kind of love, and how many hope that their own love will be the same. What I hope for more is if life is just like the first time we met.

How many times we meet, we just turn around. A casual glance, a casual look back and a smile. From now on, flowers bloom only for you, and birds sing only for you. I once longed to turn around on a snowy day and meet the most beautiful you, standing under the snow-falling trees with a sweet smile. This coming season is no longer cold because of you. The temperature of my fingertips comes from your palm, warming the world.

Pick up the pen and drop the ink. Looking for the beauty of winter snow in a line of words, harmonizing with those rhymes, and contrasting with the pen and ink of those literati and poets. Singing joyfully all the way, chatting and laughing elegantly, with heavy ink dots all the way, spread out on a piece of plain paper, accompanied by the glittering snowflakes, the pen and ink are closely related to the falling snow. The world covered in silver is not stained by dust, and a dusty heart is also white and transparent in that white snow.

The pure white snow will eventually cover this dusty world thickly. Looking at it, it is a large expanse of white, as if there is a blank space deep in the heart, a complete blank. I wanted to use some gorgeous colors to paint, but found that I was missing a pen and I didn’t know where to start. The past is like smoke. At this moment, it is like the dry trees outside the window. The leafy past has long been forgotten. A plain heart is trembling in the cold, lonely and deserted.

In winter, I long for that warm sun, guarding the only trace of warmth, looking up at the sky, looking at the trees, seeing the coldness of the tree, the warmth of the tree, and the clouds rolling and relaxing. The eyes are full of desolation. Although it is deserted, it still has a sense of tranquility. Holding a favorite book, sitting in the yard with your lover, savoring it quietly, there is a cup of light tea in front of you, the steam is rising, it is comfortable and comfortable. When I raise my eyes, you are in my eyes; when you raise your eyes, I am in your heart.

Picking up the coolness of early winter, the desolation of a season has turned into frost under my eyes. I caressed the window grilles and felt the coldness, and the coldness passed through my heart. The past is so dense that it is difficult to write down a melancholy in small characters on a love note. Thinking of Rong Ruo, I am a melancholy guest in the world. I know what happened to you, and I burst into tears. In this world, I am just a melancholy person, and I dare not compare with Rongruo. Since ancient times, sentimentality has been associated with sickness, and a weak and sickly constitution has destined a person to be sentimental, melancholy, and sentimental.

I always think that the years have dyed the whiteness of snow, and the lightness, coldness and silence have become as white as snow, and the years have not stained with dust. Changes from season to season, reincarnation from life to life, in the reincarnation, who is who? The cause of the past life, the result of this life, when these causes and effects reincarnate, they finally end up with melancholy in my heart, and this melancholy can only be written, I can only pick up a pen and write down the cause and effect into graceful words and majestic poems. Years later, I can listen to descendants singing softly.

The snow is dyed with white for a season, and the black is scattered all over the ground at night. I once thought, do all literati like the dark night? Looking at the ink on the ground, I feel sad, so I pick up the pen late at night, write the words hot, and one sentence will become an eternal song.

I like to guard the time that only belongs to me in quiet days, turning the passing years into a beautiful painting, and turning the time like water into a delicate poem. In the lines of poetry, I savor the long years and feel sentimental and nostalgic. A few small characters, melancholy when writing, generous when writing, the hard work of longing, and the shyness of encounters, unknowingly, have been rendered on the white paper with black ink droplets.

Waiting has become the theme of this season, longing has become the chapter of this season, and the pure white snow has become the expectation of this season. Waiting for the pure white snow to come slowly from the distant sky, falling ink, fragrant, expressing a feeling and a touch of meaning. When the snow is dyed with the fragrance of poetry, a lonely heart wanders in the world, looking back, holding tightly, and losing the loneliness in the world.

This season, the snow is dyed with the fragrance of poetry, and a plain white heart is also wandering alone in the years. I hope so much that one heart will collide with another. From then on, I held my son’s hand and grew old together with him. Prose about the snow in Beijing in March, Part 6

The misty winter. There is some haze in the transparent air, and mist-like mist-like clouds are swinging in the air. Pedestrians wear heavy clothes and walk in a hurry. Occasionally, children set off firecrackers. The crisp sound is the prelude to the Spring Festival. Of course, looking at the winter at this time, the spring flowers, the green willows and the soft water no longer exist, only winter is sleeping on the cold ground. There is ice from the river, ice from the earth, and winter frost on the eaves.

See it bit by bit and feel it bit by bit. If the weather is dull, the sun is hidden, and the fog is thick, then winter snow is coming.

In my impression, Xue looks like a gentle and pure girl. "Plum plums are three points whiter than snow, but snow is less fragrant than plum blossoms." The contrast between white and fragrant is an annotation for snow. Her footsteps are always so light, coming from far away from the sky and landing on the earth without a single sound; when she floats and lands on the ground, no matter how stubborn the darkness is, it will be covered by her whiteness. Her calmness and heaviness give people an unparalleled sense of beauty: she is at ease with the situation, she can choose a leaf to live in, she can choose an open space to stand, she can join the stream, she can wrap the winter plums in plains, she can keep company with the pines...

Snow is always so silent. She is not as arrogant as Xia Yu, with lightning and thunder, with earth-shattering sounds; she is not as charming as the haze. In her patchwork, there is distance and regularity. The swirling snowflakes did not rush to be the first, everything was like a girl dancing lightly. It's a gesture, a convincing gesture.

If you are in the reed marsh in the village, in winter, when the reed flowers are fluttering and the hares are flying around, you look up and see snowflakes falling. After a while, heaven and earth merged into one. Snow falls on the reed flowers, the river surface is covered with white, and the sky and the earth are the same color. The snow scene at this time is silent, as quiet as a dream that has not been awakened for thousands of years. A famous saying from the ancients: "The window contains the snow of thousands of years in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu." Standing in the snowy scene at this moment, people forget everything, and only feel that this realm should only exist in the sky, like a fairyland or a Zen state. Only the occasional scream of a heron and the slowly rising smoke from the stern of a fisherman's boat bring people back to this ice and snow.

The snow dance season is the most calming. I didn't know there was snow falling at night. When I woke up and opened the window, the steps were covered with snow. On a snowy night, if you know the snow is falling, your heart will be as calm as snow. If you don't know the snow is falling, opening the window in the early morning and looking out at the pure white outside will bring unexpected surprises. What I like most is watching the snow at night, lighting red candles and shining the red light in the window. The candlelight flickers under the window, letting the white snow float and fall in the light red candlelight. My state of mind at this time was like wandering to the bamboo forest of the South China Sea and meditating deeply in a fairyland with misty holy clouds. Of course, the ancients had descriptions of snow scenes that combined movement and stillness, which made people even more mesmerized at that moment: "The sun sets and the mountains are far away, the sky is cold and the white house is poor. The firewood gate hears the barking of dogs, and people return home on a snowy night."

In this snow dance season, a song suddenly floated from a distance. Lin Zixiang's voice is so familiar, and the artistic conception of the lyrics is so appropriate. "I will love you till the end of time, and I will accompany you until the sea dries up and the stone dies. Even if I go back to the past, this is still my only decision. I chose you, and you chose me. This is our choice... "In this season when the snow is falling, this song suddenly stirred my heart, and suddenly made me feel extremely lovesick. Perhaps, mortals will always be moved by the sights and sounds? Looking up, we see the same world. Who in the distance is listening to the same song "Choice"?

The snowy scenery makes people meditate. The sound of children's firecrackers ignites the celebration. Perhaps, this snow is the messenger of spring. In order to renew the world and for the purity of the future, spring sends snow in advance to sweep away the dirt in the world? Snow melts into water and moistens the earth. Snow covers dirt, making it holy and natural. When the snow and winter pass away, there will be a brand new spring.

In the spring, there will be beautiful fruits on the love tree. Because, in this winter, there is the moisture of snow and the choice of love.