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The Netherlands is a country of water, flowers and pastures. On the green lowland between the canals, Friesian cattle, black cattle with white heads, and black cattle with white waists and blue mouths are grazing with their heads down. The backs of some cows are covered with moisture-proof felt. The cattle eat grass and ruminate, sometimes standing motionless as if thinking about something. The calf looks like a noble lady, with dignified manners. The old cow is like the parent of the herd, with great dignity. Looking far into the distance, you can see green velvet-like grasslands and black and white cows all around. This is the real Netherlands.

This is the real Netherlands: the turquoise lowlands are inlaid between canals, with groups of horses, strong and strong, legs as thick as columns, and manes flying in the wind. Except for the canals covered by deep weeds, nothing can stop them from galloping to Utrecht or Zvole. The vast wilderness seems to belong to them. They are the masters and dukes of this free kingdom.

There are also white sheep in the lowlands. They are leisurely and contented on the heavenly green grassland. The black pigs kept snoring, as if approving something. There were thousands of chickens and woolly goats, but not a soul. This is the real Netherlands.

Only in the evening did I see someone driving a boat over, sitting on a small bench, and milking the serious and silent cows. The golden sunset covered the western sky, and the whistle occasionally sounded in the distance, followed by silence again. Here, no one shouts or shouts, the bells on the cows' necks do not ring, and the milkers are silent.

In the canal, boats filled with milk buckets moved slowly and steadily, and cars and trains all carried cans of milk to the city. After the car passed by, everything became calm again. The dogs did not bark, the cows in the pen did not moo, and the horses' hooves did not kick the fence of the stable. It was completely silent. Sleeping livestock, silent lowlands, dark nights, only a few lighthouses in the distance are shining faintly.

This is the real Netherlands.

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The only yearning, the place where we first met

Author: Tingyue Xiaoxuan

Whether he came or not, the traces left behind cannot be clearly distinguished.

The winter sunshine is exceptionally warm, and when it shines on your face, the softness of spring will appear.

Standing in the snow, the view is empty.

I still can’t escape the memories, and I can only use them to fill the comfort in the loneliness. They are as obedient as a fish emerging from the water. They come and disappear in an instant, making me feel confused. Like a wave of shadows, it flashes endlessly. I really want to pray to God to seriously clear that memory, or erase it without leaving any trace, and turn it into dust, or turn it into a bouquet of flowers blooming. I really don’t want to accept such a situation. The vagueness flickers in and out, and a crazy feeling lingers in the long night, ravaging this indescribable wish, happiness and upset are mixed together, and it is a bit confusing.

It feels like enduring the darkness and welcoming the dawn again.

A touch of red nourishes the spinning and lingering heart, and freezes on the edge of the stream formed by thoughts. Who would be so lonely and leisurely in this uninhabited valley, it is the figure I met for the first time. , as quiet as a red dragonfly in a body of water, sitting quietly on the grass and leaves of the water, exuding the agility and color of spring water, truly charming.

Birds were chirping, butterflies were dancing, and grass was clinging to her feet. She was walking on the edge of the thatched path, sometimes turning and disappearing, sometimes staying and searching, sometimes staring, and sometimes sitting by the stream. Listening to the gurgling stream, sometimes I would paint a picture of tranquility, sometimes I would pick up a handful of sand and gently raise it, and sometimes I would laugh crazily to attract a butterfly. I was attracted by every move without any deviation, and I would put my feet in the same place. Put it in the stream and quietly enjoy this time, enjoy the feeling of the little fish kissing the toes, the drunken and beautiful thoughts spread around her, silently and without any movement, they breathe in the moon-like calm and delicate youth. As it brushes against the face, the warmth blends into the sunlight, and the rippling warmth moistens the surrounding scenery. It is sweet and soothing to the heartbeat of every second, and the silence becomes the infinite scenery at this moment, the most beautiful luxury.

I can hear the music in her heart...

Quietly popping out, the music in her heart at this time.

She has a clear wish in her heart. She must use the remaining time to find a man of extraordinary elegance. He is definitely not the kind of single man who is brewed in poetry and picturesque scenery, and he is definitely not the kind of man who travels around the mountains and rivers. A man with a profound sense of style is the kind of clear plum that has been tempered inwardly like her, with a brilliance that never falls.

The song was melodious and melodious, and she disappeared before our eyes, as if she had dispersed like a dream.

The same scenery, the same unchanging environment, the same unchanged path is full of butterflies, covered with red dragonflies, dewdrops lingering, the creek flows slowly, and the sand It still exists as before, the fish are swimming, the clear water is brushing over the feet, and the blue sky and white clouds are reflected, but the clear and warm picture just now is no longer there, but what swims out of the scenery is a cool and diffuse color.

I haven’t moved, my heart is far away, and now it has become a white winter full of snow.

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Tonight, I will stir up thoughts all the way

Author: The sea and the sky are vast

Night, accompanied by The tempting aroma of vegetables and strong wine painted the sky with a dark color. The dark color slowly spread, covering up the desolation of winter and covering the entire street. The distance gradually blurred, and only the neon was still shining with its beauty. At night, we cut off the rush of the day and pick up the leisure after tea and dinner, casual walks and leisurely dancing, leaving the lively noise of the night. I am wandering alone, and my thoughts are like ubiquitous wounds, slowly relapsing...

The cold, bone-deep cold, has swept away the yellow color of autumn, and only the camphor tree can hold on to its strength. Proudly displaying its eternal youth, the mottled tree shadows under the street lights are still as dense as before. The girl passing by wrapped up her former sexiness and put on bloated clothes for her slim body. I followed her inadvertently, fearing that I would be lost and fall into longing. Turning around a familiar intersection, the tall houses blocked the raging wind, and more and more people gradually began to fill the street with noisy words and children's cries. I am like a lonely shadow, with my head lowered humblely, walking on the edge of the excitement, but I can't find the happiness I want because I don't have you by my side.

On the other side of the night, are you wandering like me, are you thinking about me too? The busyness of the day drowns out my thoughts, while the night puts aside too much sadness again. I always like to walk alone and enjoy the tranquility and free loneliness. No matter how far the journey is, the longing will be. The longing accumulated along the way has accumulated into a deep sadness. I will not use gorgeous words to describe my missing you, I will simply say: I miss you.

The night gradually deepened, and the steps home seemed to be in a hurry. Only the lonely street lamp was still looking at the camphor tree swaying in the wind with pity. The wind blew through my hair, and the biting cold hit my face. It staggered my steps and lost my thoughts. I raised my head and let the cold ravage my skin. I didn't want the tears to fall and shed the weakness that made you laugh. The wind opened its shouting voice and roared wantonly in the night. I wanted to be like it, to be strong in the face of sadness, but I found that this was just a beautiful dream. I am stuck in the prison of missing you, and the rope of missing has already tied me tightly.

I don’t know how long I’ve been gone, I just know that I still have endless thoughts about you in my heart.

Tonight, I have teased away the longings I have been feeling along the way, leaving me with countless heartaches. You said you wanted me to forget. I struggled for so long, but you never went far. You are like a poppy, you have been planted in my heart. How can I stop thinking about you? If there is a next life, I will marry you as my bride and love you forever.

Tonight, there will be no sleep again. I cover the wound of missing you and miss you quietly...

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The beat of happiness

Author: Dongxue

Happiness starts from the moment I put on the wedding veil...

I will always remember the heartbeat at that time.

If one day...

Happiness starts from the moment we hold hands...

I will always keep the mood I felt at that time.

If one day...

------Memories/Articles, Winter Snow

Once upon a time, how many days and nights, a People have fantasized a lot about themselves and you that day.

The longing of the dream, the origin of the dream, and one end of the dream, although vague, are very intoxicating.

Do you remember? The first time we met, the first time we felt about each other. I can't say I like it, nor can I say I hate it. You didn't have sweet words, and I didn't have caring, tenderness and plainness, so we got tired of being together in a daze.

To me: It is like a withered flower that is about to wither, and is once again revived by the miracle of being watered by clear dew. Finally, the flowers bloomed again; courage and heart were full again. I secretly said to myself: If we keep going like this, we won’t live forever, and we won’t live forever.

Stand by and protect each other, stay safe and sound. Hold hands to bury the past and move toward the future together. I only hope that we can live happily together. One family, one heart, holding your son's hand, growing old together with him. How many couples, who built a happy home together at the beginning, can persist until the end. Just the initial beauty. Despite this, there will always be happy people who are willing. No matter what the outcome is, no matter what happens next, I can only persuade myself to live in the present and live in the present. Just keep it simple and be true!

There is no need to look back, no need to be serious. Didn't the Buddha say: All things are caused by thoughts in the heart. When a thought arises, spring flowers bloom, wind and water arise. When a thought disappears, the sea changes and the clouds and smoke disperse. If it is possible, no one will care about it. The bright red of the peach blossoms is lightly dyed, fragrant alone, as quiet as water, like clear air. Be a woman who sings softly, expelling a fleeting joy. As long as you don't let go, I won't give up.

Not for anyone, just to join hands with you to achieve success. You are here, I am here, whether you say it or not, just like encounter and parting, it is just a form. As long as you have been here, it will leave traces. Even if it is clear and shallow, it is still an experience.

In a cup of tea, Buddhists see Zen, Taoists see Qi, and Confucians see etiquette. Tea said: I am just a cup of water. All I give you is your imagination. Whatever you think is what it is. For me now, this cup of tea is as sweet as honey. This is happiness and beauty! Life doesn't need to be complicated, it just needs to be simple. Only by doing what you should do every day can you follow your own path.

I hope we can stay peaceful for a while, look at the blooming flowers in spring, the hot summer, the falling leaves in autumn, and the dancing snow in winter, and keep going like this... Happiness is actually true It's simple: someone to love; something to do; something to look forward to. In the days to come, you have me and I have you, that’s enough, that’s good!

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Taste of the New Year

Author: Bingcheng Fuzi

Taste of the New Year

Wei Shijun

The flavor of the year is like the wind, it doesn’t like to always be the same.

It will change, sometimes it becomes confusing for you, and sometimes it becomes endlessly memorable.

Whenever the Spring Festival is approaching, the flavor of the New Year is permeating the streets and alleys of the city. The wind carries the fragrance of the New Year, which makes every wanderer away from home feel comfortable, but more importantly, it is the smell of "thinking about family more during the festive season". The New Year's flavor in the city has a slightly foreign flavor, but the New Year's flavor in the countryside is still as simple and solid as ever.

When I was a child, after late autumn, I started looking forward to the New Year after the first snowfall. Because at that time, children had something to look forward to during the New Year - wearing new clothes and eating delicious food. But at that time, people’s wishes for the Chinese New Year often didn’t come true—boys didn’t have the money to buy new shoes, and girls wanted colorful clothes that didn’t cover their upper body. Grandma still has a way to destroy the boys' old clothes and turn them over to make cotton-wrapped shoes. This can also make the boys happy, holding grandma's old cheeks and kissing her endlessly; The child was not easy to coax, but grandma still had a way. She washed the girl's old plaid clothes again and again, and then turned them over and made another floral dress. The girl looked particularly good when she put on the refurbished floral dress. Happy. When it comes to delicious food, grandma will tell her the same old saying every year: "Children, don't be greedy, after Laba Festival, it will be the New Year; children, don't cry, after Laba Festival, pigs will be killed." The children were amused, so they looked forward to the arrival of the New Year every day.

At that time, although the family was poor, the flavor of the New Year was always strong. The whole family sat together and ate delicious dumplings, which was a great time. After eating the dumplings, the boys went to the river to roll snow marks to see who could make the most solid snow marks. At this time, the older children would comment on the snow marks: the dog's snow mark was too wide, like a bear's mark; the fool's snow mark was very deep, promising in the future; the pillar's snow mark was too thin. After everyone was noisy for a while, it was time for the New Year's Eve dinner, so everyone went back to their homes, and the lively creek soon became quiet. But before the New Year's Eve dinner, there is a lantern party. The children will take out their own lanterns, light candles, and go to the place agreed upon by the children in advance to show off the beauty of their lanterns to each other. After the show was over, some children were dancing for joy, some were wilted, and some even left the party in frustration. Then the children all dispersed and went back to their homes. Then comes the last activity before the New Year’s Eve dinner: setting off firecrackers.

I am the most timid one. If other children dare to hold small whips and set them off, I have to stay away and watch. Once, when a spinning top was set off, I was so scared that I sat on the ground. When setting off firecrackers, the children still have to show off, bragging about how good their firecrackers are, how loud they are, and how they can shake the snow off the trees. Of course, I didn't dare to show off because my family was in trouble and couldn't afford better ones. I just bought a few not-so-class firecrackers for a token price. Grandma always said that this is called coaxing children, and we grew up slowly with grandma's "lullabies".

When we grew up, we came to the big city, and the wind-like flavor of the New Year grew up in the big city. After tasting the taste of the New Year in the countryside and then tasting the taste of the New Year in the city, it is still the taste of the New Year, but the taste is indeed different. The taste of the new year in the countryside is simple with the aroma of earth, and mellow with a bit of wildness; the taste of the city is sweet with a foreign flavor, and blurred with fashion. But no matter how far I go, the smell of the New Year in my hometown will always linger in my heart and linger, because the smell of the New Year when I was a child is my root!

In recent years, living in the city, I feel that the flavor of the year has become less and less. The reason is that people's living standards have improved, and they eat what they eat during the New Year. It’s just that during the Chinese New Year, we gather together the things we usually eat and eat them together. As for setting off firecrackers during the New Year, that has its own fun. Neighbors on the same floor and friends in the unit all took out firecrackers and set them off in turns. Then the bells are waiting for blessings in the New Year. Every household has endless joy, and the flavor of the New Year is wafting in the wind in the streets and alleys.

Regardless of the taste of the new year in the countryside or the taste of the city, the roots of the two new year flavors are always connected by blood, because the two new year flavors are becoming more and more similar, don’t you think?

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The snow has not fallen yet

Author: Raul

The breeze is crazy. The wind floating outside the window whispers, complaining in a low voice about the coldness of winter. The wind whimpers, like a lonely flute hidden in the depths of the night, and it stirs up empty branches, holding a tree covered with frost.

Winter has already entered, but Snow only had a quick glance at it. The exclamation in his mouth was choked in his throat before he could express it, and there was no trace of it again. The faint anxiety in my heart could no longer be suppressed, and my heart was full of hope, even the warm sunshine was an eyesore. Winter is too cold and long. Without the beauty and loveliness of snowflakes, this winter would be as dull and boring as the dusk.

Snow is like the color of delicious food in winter. Without it, even if it is delicious, it will lose a bit of flavor; it is also like a beautiful flower, which has only its appearance, but is missing exactly what is inside. Character and charm. Snow, dancing in a bright white dress, is as light as a feather, graceful and graceful, causing people's eyes to be amazed and their faces to be cool. The lovely crystal that falls on the palm of your hand melts into a soft coldness in an instant, making every corner of your heart soft and tender in an instant, making the whole winter cute and worth looking forward to.

I always want to hide in the pages of a book and think about it, waiting for the snow to cross thousands of mountains and rivers and quietly come to my window sill. Helpless, what waited was just the whisper of the wind and the gentle knock of the rain. So the book is full of words and phrases, but the words are thin and the poems are cold. Could it be that when the snow left last winter, I forgot to hook up with it, so it became petty and angry and ignored me? Or do you want to give me a surprise, quietly wrap up the whole world overnight when I don't expect it, and peek at the surprise and excitement on my face when I open the window? It may also be that it encountered some obstacles in its journey, or it was greedy for the scenery somewhere and was reluctant to leave. I guessed, but I still couldn't figure out what this ghost was thinking.

I still remember last winter, "Wow! It's snowing!" "Ah! It's finally snowing!" People used various exclamations to weave a gorgeous welcome party. The snowflakes are flying like goose feathers in a dignified way, generously giving us a world of ice and snow, covered with snow. The crisp and clean air, the pure and peaceful world, make people unable to help but be intoxicated. I clearly remember hiding in the warm dormitory, with several heads crowded near the window to watch the snowflakes flying, and the heat coming out made the entire window blurry. In places where there is less snow, everyone has no resistance to the snow elf. Before the snow stops, they run downstairs like crazy and play in the thick snow. Playing snowball fights, building snowmen, taking pictures of snowy scenes... Childlike innocence and vitality are suddenly released. Even if your nose and fingers are red from the cold, you don't care at all. Your unrestrained laughter attracts side glances and kind smiles from passers-by.

I couldn’t help but shrink my neck, as if the cold feeling when my roommate stuffed the snowball into my neck was still there, and I couldn’t help laughing. It seems that I miss the snow too much. I miss the "creak" sound of stepping on the thick snow, the beauty of the snow-laden trees with green cypresses and pine trees, and the ugly snowmen we piled up that lost their noses... I wonder if the snow understands my thoughts. How could I bear to let my sadness and expectations be scattered in the whimpering cold wind of winter?

A winter without snow is destined to be an incomplete story.

The snow has not fallen, the snow has not fallen...

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Listening to the snow in the snow

Author : No words about stones

The white snow paints everything in the world in white.

What a heavy snow.

It's been snowing all night, and it still hasn't stopped. Sometimes the snowflakes are flying, and sometimes they are densely packed in the air, turning left and right "crazy", falling on the house, the tree, the ground... Everything is uniformly dressed, snow-white, and the makeup is silver. The plain-clad scenery of the North presents the most beautiful picture of the ice and snow in the North in winter.

Looking at the heavy snow outside, I remembered that I had longed to experience the ice and snow world of "Arctic Village". Now I can experience it a little first. Especially when I see passers-by in twos, threes, pairs, or alone in the snow, I can't stop my inner thoughts. I really want to go to the snow immediately and experience the comfort of listening to the snow in the snow. But it still doesn't work. It's not lunch break and I'm still in class!

At noon, the snow was still falling. I couldn't hold it back any longer, and flew into Xue's arms. Wow! It really feels like a person is in the painting.

Walking forward step by step, "creak, creak..." I quickened my pace, sometimes slowly and sometimes quickly. This sound was accompanied by the sound of snow removal in the distance. The sound has turned into a beautiful musical concerto. At this time, not only will you not be disturbed by this sound, but on the contrary, you will enjoy this heavenly music. This is a kind of music of the heart that cannot be shared. .

In addition to the beauty of the sound, every scene is pleasing to the eye.

You don’t have to go far to find a plane tree at the school gate. Its leaves have long fallen off, leaving only dry branches. There are strings of long pods on the branches, a handful on each branch. Or four or five, or six or seven, long and short, short and long, hanging down to the ground, like blossoming brown willows, blooming in the snow, covered with snow, white trunks, full of brown flowers, wild Visually appealing.

The big elm tree over there is as high as a six-story building. Its thick trunk is split into two at fifty centimeters. The two branches are close together and nestle against each other. The thick branches are scattered densely. The entire tree crown forms a large umbrella shape, and the snow-pressed branches are like beautiful white coral groups. The breeze blows, and the fine branches sway gently with the wind, like groups of white corals squirming on the seabed, which is very beautiful.

Here, a few small trees that have not yet grown up, with their slender trunks and sparse branches, have become an excellent scenery in the snow: branches of different lengths and shapes, Just like the furry white cat tails, curled left and right, hanging upwards and downwards; the crisscrossing cables suspended in the air, like white popsicles; vehicles of different shapes parked on the roadside, large and small, covered with thick blankets The thick snow is buried, like pieces of fluffy cartoon version of white velvet bread or cakes...

Imaginary pictures can be captured everywhere. The inspiration is lost in a flash, and I don’t know what beautiful scenery I missed, so I quickly capture the most pleasant moment.

The snow is still falling. There will definitely be more wonderful paintings, enough to make your mood a thousand times more comfortable.

The flying snowflakes, accompanied by the howling cold wind in winter, drive away the depression of dead branches and leaves in winter, allowing people to truly experience the unique fun of winter. Listening to the snow in the snow is not as violent and scary as listening to the snow in the wind. Listening to the snow in the snow enjoys a kind of tenderness, mist and comfort.

Wandering in the snow, listening to snow stories, and enlightening my heart.

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I wish to be a snowflake, floating down with you in the wind

Author: Suyi Mowen

Wander the country roads and enjoy the wind and snow alone. The end is over, the sun has set. The destiny is not over yet, but the time has not yet come. When you appreciate the beautiful scenery in front of you, it may be right next to you.

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Walking in the wind and snow, it is already night. The wind blows gently. A piece of snow is sprinkled, which is leisurely, and only thoughts are in my heart.

Walking alone on this snowy land, feeling the tranquility of the night, the beauty of the snow, and the softness of the moon. I can't help but have a little bit of thoughts. The night scene is like a dream or an illusion, all it needs is the company of a beautiful woman.

If the dark night is compared to a stage, then the snow is a dancer. The figure is light, tactful and shy. Attracting people's hearts and lovable.

A full moon also sheds its faint moonlight from the sky. It happens to shine through the mist-like snowflakes in the sky and shines on the person's body, making it appear particularly soft and casting a long shadow behind him.

A breeze blew by, and I stopped. Something seemed to be attracting me. The moment I stared, I happened to see the two snowflakes, clinging to each other, entangled with each other, like lovers. Falling slowly with the wind. I couldn't help but reach out to meet them, and they fell into my still warm palms.

The two pieces of snow still hug each other so tightly, reluctant to part. The faint moonlight just reflected their exquisite figures. The wind also sounded gently, as if playing flute to accompany this lingering beauty.

This wind is like fate, allowing them to meet at this time, and this scene also exists to show their beauty. It's really enviable and enviable.

I sighed in my heart, this snowflake lover can still never leave, but in this prosperous world of mortals, it is hard to say goodbye to love.

If I forget the past, will I still be able to meet my eternity and my dependence? Drive a period of lovesickness out of the past, and compose a small poem from a heartfelt message

If there is love in the falling snow, I only ask for the kindness of an ordinary life.

Resolutely change from the usual habits and treat beautiful women sincerely.

At this time the snow has melted, leaving only the warmth in my hands. The beauty of that brief moment is reflected in my heart and cannot be forgotten for a long time.

At this time, the moon has gradually dimmed, leaving only my blurred figure. It is no longer as beautiful as before.

There are only a few flakes of snow in the sky, and I am still looking for my other half. I showed a faint smile and made the best wishes in my heart.

How romantic it would be if I could turn into a snowflake and look for my lover in the wind.

If you could fall in love with me in the wind, we would be so attached to each other and stay together until we melt away.

I wish to be a snowflake, floating down with you in the wind.