Flying snow welcomes spring, Zhang Baotong 2017.2.8

Snow is an elegant and tranquil realm, but also a crystal clear fairy tale. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info it can make the world pure and beautiful, and it is also full of legendary mystery and imagination. If snow is the messenger of winter, then it is the spirit of spring. Where is the remnant snow yesterday, and today's snow welcomes spring. Although the snow in spring is late, it also has a unique charm and beautiful scenery.

This year, the temperature in northern Hunan has been relatively mild, and on the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, it is a spring and bright scenery. However, overnight, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, the wind cooled down, and the cold snap hit. It rained overnight last night, and the rain was still intermittent and dripping at dawn. I braved the rain to run to the park. At first, I didn't feel it, but I saw the wind and water on the lake, and the ripples were waving. After running for a while, I heard a rustling sound on the down jacket. I looked over my clothes and saw tiny particles of ice falling on them. It turned out to be ice cubes.

The slight dampness melts on the face, and there is a slight feeling of coolness and freshness, which makes people feel uplifted and feels very comfortable. But in a moment, the sky was filled with snowflakes, sparsely and fluttering, flickering like elves in the cold wind, and then falling quietly to the ground. However, after a while, the gloomy sky became confused, and silky snowflakes fell densely with the wind, hitting the body and face, and even burrowing into the neck, cold and cold. But after all, it is still early spring, and the snowflakes melt on the damp ground when they fall on the ground, and there is no trace of it. I turned my back to the sky, letting the cool and damp soak into my senses, savoring the thirst of the snow and spring.

The snowflakes became denser and bigger, and before they knew it, they were as big as cotton wool, falling with the wind and flying all over the sky. In the silence of the falling snow, you can hear the wind howling.

After all, spring snow is no better than winter snow. The winter snow often falls very quickly with the cold wind, and large patches fall to the ground, and soon there is a layer of silver light, and a pure white. Sometimes the wind and snow are so strong that you can't even open your eyes. And there is very little snow like this in the south, and even if there is, it is not so big that people can't open their eyes. Because no matter how heavy the snow is in the south, it will not blow such a strong wind. Compared to the snow in the north, the snow in the south is still relatively mild. It's neither cold nor cold. And soon after the snow falls, as soon as the sun rises, the ice and snow melt and turn into a trickle of spring water.

Snow has always been called an auspicious omen, and there is a saying that "red plums welcome spring, and snow is a good year". The thick snow is like a quilt that protects the wheat from the cold. It is not until after the cold wave that the spring breeze warms up and the ice and snow melt away, and the earth can be moistened. In addition, snow can also kill some germs and pests, moisten and water the soil for winter, and facilitate spring plowing and sowing. Even in the city, the persistent warm winter has given some germs an opportunity to take advantage of it, and a heavy snowfall is needed to kill the germs and clean the dirt.

However, that kind of heavy snow is not only in the south, but also in the north. I remember that forty years ago, there was a heavy snowfall in winter, and it rained heavily for several days. There was a thick layer of ice in the pond on the edge of the family area. We skated on the ice and even played with our own little pulley on the ice. However, it seems that such a heavy snowfall has never happened again. On the contrary, even slightly larger snow has been very rare over the years. Because our environment has changed so much that even the pond next to it has been built. Therefore, younger people have almost no impression of the vast snowfield.

A few years ago, it finally snowed heavily. I was so rare that I dug up a large bowl full of snow with a bowl and put it under the eaves in front of the door. However, after a while, the snow melted into a bowl of yellowed water. This surprised me a little, so I knocked down a long popsicle under the eaves and put it in a bowl, which melted into a bowl of yellowed water. Seeing this, I was very sad and even a little sad. I've heard of acid rain and red rain, but I don't know that the snow is also polluted.

Even though the snow and ice are polluted, we hope for snow throughout the year. You can't feel the beauty of winter without snow. This is not just a wish, but a complex. We want snow in the winter just as we hope for rain in the spring, the air is fresh, the sky is clear, the wind and rain are smooth, and the seasons are distinct. I hope that each season of the year has its own unique beauty and style, with spring rain and spring, summer full of mangxia, autumn dew and autumn, winter snow and snow.

There are many beautiful poems about snow that make us imagine, such as "Troubled mountains and remnants of snow nights, lonely candles and strangers", "Chaimen smells dogs barking, and returns to people on a snowy night", "The snow moon is the most suitable, and the plum and snow are clear"; The spring breeze under the forest is gradually mild, and there is not much snow left on the high cliffs", "suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom"; there are also Mao Zedong's "Northern Scenery, Thousands of Miles of Ice, Thousands of Miles of Snow Drifting" "Qinyuan Spring and Snow" and "Wind and rain send spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring" The romantic pride of "Wind and rain send spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring". These beautiful poems and beautiful moods of snow days and snow scenes make us feel uplifted and refreshed. If there is no snow in our world, then there will be much less poetry and beauty in this world.

The snow is as white as jade, the ice and snow are beautiful, such as the jade tree Qionghua, like the silver flower flying. The wonderful feeling always immerses one in the pleasing and poetic and pictorial sense. Whenever the snow is as thick as a carpet, children will happily build snowmen and have snowball fights. And I like to stand on the edge of the snow and look at the patches of untrampled snow, from which I appreciate a kind of pure and flawless beauty. Especially on a huge snowfield, watching the sun shine on the snow, I feel the warmth from the cold texture, especially the soft white light is dazzling, as if it can illuminate the bottom of people's hearts.

The snow kept falling, and it was getting heavier and heavier. Soon, there was a bewildered landscape all around. The wind chimes of the Buddhist temple Pumen Temple are ringing everywhere, and the surface of the lake is a sad face. The willow branches and leaves, which have just been dyed green by the spring breeze and spring rain, trembled slightly in the wind and snow. In the confusion of silver flowers flying and pear blossoms falling, I stood on the sunset spot, facing the snowflakes blowing from the lake, feeling the magical beauty of nature.

Snow was flying wildly, and the park was empty. I stood by the lake like a clay sculpture covered with snow, carefully savoring the artistic conception of "the remnants of the snow on the broken bridge are still there, and the butterfly shadow of the Yiren is nowhere to be found". Yes, the lonely time has passed, the afterimage comes into view, the cold moon is like snow in the dream, and there is no intention to cry alone. Touching the scene is easy to be emotional, and being emotional is easy to be sad. Life is like this, I feel pitiful and pathetic, but what can I do with diligence? In the end, it is not the same way, and all ninety-nine are one? Just like having money and no money, we have to celebrate the New Year, and it is a year with or without snow.

However, I still hope for a snowy year, which will make me feel hopeful, pursuitful, poetic and romantic. I would rather die with the poetry and innocence of snow than leave the world with the smell of smoke and alcohol. It will melt my soul like snow in the earth, moistening a pure land.

The snow kept falling, and it was getting heavier and heavier, but I knew that after the snow stopped and the sky cleared, the spring would be brighter.