Snowflakes are falling outside the window tonight

“Snowflakes are falling outside the window tonight/One piece after another is my concern for you/Light and flying, white and flawless/Our love slowly melts/How is my distant lover now/Are there snowflakes falling there too? /Your beauty, your long hair/Floating in my heart, full of tears/Tonight outside the window, there are snowflakes/I really want to talk to you about my heart/Falling all over the sky/It makes me fall in love with her in this life/Tonight outside the window Snowflakes are falling/Ask you if you miss home too/I am inexplicably longing for you all over the world/How can I miss her?"

On a cold winter day, a person sits quietly in front of the computer , turn on the stereo and listen to a clear sound that is like the sound of nature, a song "Snowflakes are falling outside the window tonight". The warm and lingering rhythm and the weeping singing touched my heart and brought me to a warm and graceful place. in the artistic conception.

I grew up in the east. I have never gone out of the east coast to experience the majesty of thousands of mountains and mountains with birds flying away and thousands of people gone. In a world of ice and snow covered in silver, there are thousands of jade stones and thousands of trees and usneas. I have always been afraid of the cold. Although I don't like the cold winter in my heart, I have a special liking for the white snow with the dancing pear blossoms. I like snow, I like the crystal clear snow, I like the flawless white jade in the snow, I like the ice and purity of the snow, I like the holiness and elegance of the snow. Although I have not had the opportunity to have close contact with this holy messenger of winter since the beginning of winter, the six-petaled Qionghua blooming in my heart has become an everlasting dream that remains in my heart.

I like to sing, and especially like to sing the beautiful melody "I Love You Snow in Saibei" in my spare time. This song has been with me for more than 20 years, and I sang it on stage for the first time. The exciting scene during the song is still fresh in my memory. My friend and teacher guided me to practice singing this song. I remember it was a golden autumn season when the autumn breeze brought coolness. The factory was preparing to hold a National Day gala. In order to make this party grand and enthusiastic, it became a part of employees’ spare time life. To this end, the factory union specially selected some employees with solid basic skills and certain singing talents and stage experience from the whole factory, and specially invited former music teachers who had further studied at the conservatory of music and are now serving as county middle school music teachers. Factory employees provide us with targeted and specialized guidance.

At that time, I basically sang folk songs. During that training, I chose several preliminary songs, and "I Love You Snow in Saibei" was one of them. After reading my repertoire and listening to me singing a cappella, Teacher Zhao thought that my vocal range was very wide and highly malleable. In addition to having the characteristics of folk songs, it could be further expanded. For this reason, she tried her best to encourage me to sing the song "I Love You Snow in Saibei". After several auditions, she thought that my voice quality was beautiful in the high-pitched range, magnetic, tense, and full of cries. Very good, so she decided on this song for me.

To sing with bel canto, you must first practice your Qi. Only when your Qi is full can the sound you produce will be mellow. It’s really hard for Teacher Zhao, who taught me to inhale and exhale over and over again, repeating the process, learning old things and incorporating new ones, and paying attention to luck and controlling the breath during singing. Hard work paid off. After half a month of hard work, he finally made his debut at the National Day Gala and won thunderous applause and long-lasting cheers from the audience. This song also laid the foundation for my future artistic performances in the factory and became a repertoire.

More than twenty years have passed, and every time I think back to that exciting moment, there will always be warm ripples in my heart. Standing on the stage where the spotlights converged in the huge auditorium, looking at the dark audience, I was both nervous and excited. When the music gradually started to sound, I adjusted my emotions and took a deep breath. As the melody rose and fell, what appeared in front of my eyes were scenes of beautiful and illusory scenery, in the misty northern sky. On the roof, the fluttering snowflakes were flying like jade-colored butterflies, and the delicate and agile six-petal body was slowly falling like countless white feathers. In an instant, on the roof, On the treetops and in the wilderness, there is a silver world like a blanket everywhere.

The "white carpet" of the wilderness continues to extend into the distance, drifting across the mountains, and the winding mountains are like silver dragons circling under the vast sky. When it falls on the trees in the courtyard, it is like hearing the spring breeze suddenly coming overnight and thousands of pear trees blooming. It also has a beautiful and graceful artistic conception of white snow but late spring, so flowers are flying through the trees in the garden.

Snowflakes are the business card of winter, snowflakes are the embodiment of beauty, snowflakes are holy angels, and snowflakes are outstanding beauticians. It uses unique flowers to announce the coming of winter; it uses light dancing postures to express the charm of winter; it uses a broad mind to tolerate the beauty and ugliness of the world; it uses its dexterous giant hands to dress up a pink and jade puzzle, divided into three parts. The enchanting and beautiful world outside. "I love you, the snow in Saibei is fluttering all over the sky. Your dancing is so light, your heart is so pure, you are Chun Yu's biological sister, you are the envoy sent by spring, you use your body like white jade , dress up the silvery world, you dissolve life into the earth, nourishing the green wheat seedlings and the flowers and leaves welcoming the spring."

The beautiful melody continues, and there are scattered snowflakes in front of my eyes. Still dancing leisurely. This little elf in winter, although it is speechless, its pure ice and fragrance are flowing and surging in my heart like a source of happiness. The snowflakes are happy, and my beautiful singing voice is ups and downs with happy notes, conveying the warmth of winter

"The Yinling Mountains in Zhongnan are beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds. The forest shows the color of the sky, and the city becomes colder at dusk." Today is the middle of winter, with rolling cold waves coming from time to time, and waves of ice rising from the bottom of my heart. It touches the faint thoughts, as if you are in another ice and snow world covered in silver, pink makeup and jade. In a trance, the tiny snowflakes are as light as smoke, as pure as jade, as white as silver, fluttering and falling from the sky, kissing the lonely heart, extending the thoughts into an unknown dream world. middle.

In the silence, I walked calmly into the winter that belonged to me. Perhaps, I was destined to stop and move forward in this winter. It is quiet here, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, far away from the worldly disputes. I have become accustomed to this kind of silent and indifferent desolation, just like the snowflakes flying in the sky, blooming so brilliantly, swaying so much, but not A little sound, quiet, quiet, so quiet that you can't hear the surging wind and clouds, so quiet that you can't see the flowers flying and withering, so quiet that you can only hear the sound of your own slight breathing, so quiet that you can only hear the subtle sound of your own heartbeat. Here, you can't hear the roar of longing, only the silent expectation.

I am waiting for the warmth of memories in the quiet world, waiting for the yellow clouds thousands of miles away to come in the daytime, and the north wind blowing the wild geese and snow. When the snowflakes bloom all over the sky with warmth, you will come with warmth. When winter comes and the north wind comes, the budding six-petal viburnum will bloom one after another. I am quietly looking forward to the enchanting poems of snowflakes overflowing with the fragrance of calligraphy and tea. I am looking forward to your figure of the jade tree in the wind, your elegant clothes wrapped in the snowflakes all over the sky. When the fiery feelings dissolve the ice of Sanjiu , I quietly melt into your warmth like snowflakes.

Snowflakes are falling one by one, and they are piled up in an instant to form a vast snowfield. As far as the eye can see, the pure white color poeticizes the graceful state of mind, and the scenery of pink makeup and jade is washed. Get rid of the dirt of the world. Stretching out his palm, he caught a falling snowflake. The moment the white elf hugged and kissed the skin, it quickly melted away, leaving a touch of coolness in his palm. Lifting his face and opening his mouth, a snowflake quietly fell into his mouth. It was cool and sweet, as if he was swallowing ice crystals. In an instant, a transcendent fragrance mixed with snowflakes made me fall into happy memories.

I know that no matter how time flies, no matter how things change, in your world, I am the dancing six-petaled Qionghua; in your mind, I am the elegant and holy one. snow White.

The unforgettable green love and the unforgettable hazy emotions stem from our same hobbies and ambitions. Full of beautiful ideals, we rafted in the ocean of literature, wandered and intoxicated in the music . Those golden years are the treasures of my life, and the warm and romantic feelings will always be in my heart

Time is like an hourglass, and decades suddenly pass.

In the boundless world, when the golden years passed quietly, we on both sides of the day wandered into each other's hearts again. Is it sad or happy? Is it resentment or sigh? Is it tears of joy and joy? Or is it the helpless entanglement between each other after they have settled their differences?

When advanced communications and networks quietly send me, the snowflake in your dream, you seem to have received an invitation from the snowflake and arrived as scheduled following the elegant rhythm of the snowflake. At that moment, your voice traveled through time and space, still so soft and so magnetic. I really can't believe it, this is you, this is the voice that seems to be from another world. Through this extremely magnetic melody, I seem to see your eyes full of tenderness at this moment. You smiled and said that my voice had changed. It no longer had the crisp and sweet sound of silver bells it had at that time, but had a more calm and heavy feeling. I said, the Snow White in your dream is still so quiet and dignified, so gentle and elegant. You said, you seem to be wrapped in crystal snowflakes at this moment. The flying angel, which is both real and illusory, blurs your eyes. You watch quietly, so cautiously, for fear that the blink of your eyes will break the elf's beautiful silhouette

In In your heart, the snowflakes flying in the sky carry the tenderness of the past, and your heart is filled with bright stamens, and waves of elegant orchid fragrance moisturize your heart and spleen. There is moist freshness floating in the air. You really want to grab a handful of the cool fragrance, put it in your arms, and hide it in your heart. At this moment, that joy, that joy, is like the clanging strings of a mountain and flowing water meeting a close friend. Those exquisite notes, involving decades of expectations and dreams, are jumping on the snowflakes and flying between heaven and earth.

I don’t know if we are destined to meet by chance and meet again in this life. I don’t know what kind of waiting power we must have accumulated in life to have this chance encounter at the right time. It completes the beautiful worldly relationship of this time and space. I just feel that the snowflakes of that season are particularly elegant and romantic. The figures falling in the air are as gentle as smoke, as white as silver, and as luxurious as jade. They are so beautiful and unforgettable.

Tonight, when I stand in the severe cold of winter, and the fluttering snowflakes are once again floating in my heart, I have lost the charm of the past, and added that the snowflakes are like palms and it is difficult to cover my eyes, and the wind is like a knife and I am constantly worried. Thousands of sorrows. I still don’t understand why I was so decisive at that time. I know that you hurt me unintentionally back then, but I am hurting you intentionally today. The Snow White in your mind has changed and become a little unreasonable. Perhaps, she is a person who likes to pursue dreams, and the colorful dream blurred her vision and fascinated her. Maybe she was wrong, she neglected your decades of waiting, she failed your everlasting loyalty, she followed the illusion and gave up the ice. She was so simple that she didn't know that people walking in the dream wore various masks and didn't know that the ravines there were deep and there were traps at every step. She is kind-hearted and pure, unable to distinguish between true and false, good from bad. She only thought that there was no intrigue, no deceit, only the fragrance of true love like snowflakes; there was no money, no power, only tenderness as bright as a rose; there was no cynicism, no jealousy, only sadness as light as lilac; There is no noise, no intrusion, only the fragrance of words; there is no utilitarianism, no material desire, only the collision of spiritual impact. In fact, she was wrong, she was too naive, she didn't know that behind the mask were hidden sinister faces and dirty hearts inflated by selfish desires

"Yuan Binghou San Chi, the snow covers thousands of miles. My heart is like a pine and cypress, how can I be like you?" In the quiet night, I listened to "Snowflakes are falling outside the window tonight" alone in front of the screen again, but my mood was strangely complicated. The snowflakes floating in the sea of ????heart condense into blossoming heart flowers crying blood, floating to the cape and the end of the world