When the dazzling light filled the house, most of the villagers felt that the light had come too early this morning. Curled up in the warm bed, he craned his neck and quizzedically checked the hands of the clock hanging on the wall. It's not yet the time to get up on weekdays. But it was already dawn, and there was no reason for the industrious villagers to continue sleeping under the quilt. Without exception, people yawned, stumbled in bloated cotton clothes, and pushed the door with doubt. Three pushes and two pushes, but they can't open the door, as if they are blocked by something soft. With great effort, I opened the door of the house to inspect it, and was suddenly honestly frightened by the rare heavy snow that filled the sky and earth outside the house.

Outside the house is a world made of silver and snow.

The snow in the yard was knee-high. The courtyard where the debris was originally piled up was like an incredibly thick layer of cotton wool. All the messy or filthy household belongings have disappeared, and all that comes into view is the dazzling silver white. The rooftops, the courtyard walls, and the branches were covered with snow. As if its true color has been bleached and dyed, only a little bit of the original color remains on the corner wall of the house, but it has long been pale and colorful, which greatly disturbs this sudden scene. It seems that these residual colors should not exist in the first place, and should be smeared with all the pure silver, or that these stains are inherently an important component of this silver, but they are artificially forced to change the color. So it still stubbornly remains, but it's just that it's cheeky and ignorant of current affairs.

After laboriously dripping nearly half a meter of snow, I stepped out of the house, and was immediately surprised by the snow scene in the wild.

Looking up, there is only the white surging of ups and downs, pouring down from the high peaks of the surrounding area, mightily across the rivers, over the jungle, and over the undulating villages, carrying the momentum of destruction and decay, surging away. Rush to the sky as far as the eye can see, blend in with the peaks and mountains, and blend in with the sky. The farmhouse courtyards in front of me are all buried deep in the silver ocean, and there is no mess and crowding in the past, only the dazzling pure tones remain. Every deep courtyard is a rapidly sinking whirlpool, every high roof ridge is a wave rolling layer by layer, every narrow and winding street is a thin scale wave after the wave, and every branch of a tree that spreads in the sky is a futile splash.

The village, which was originally very loose and extremely worldly, was forced to relegate itself to its original origin, to the great picture frame of nature, with its reluctant gesture and will. Together with the villages covered by heavy snow, those young and old villagers with infinite passion and ** endless.

This is a rare heavy snow in Xinghua Village in recent years, and it quietly fell on Xinghua Village, which was gradually shrouded in copper stench, overnight, and appeared in front of the villagers who were already stuffed with money shadows.

At this time, the barking of dogs gradually sounded, and the voices of people gradually became like a tide. All of them opened their throats, and they all made a high-decibel exclamation and noise, and gradually converged into a morning meeting of miscellaneous chorus with no melody and incomplete tones.

After the amazement, the remnant dream woke up. People all coincidentally searched around the yard for brooms, shovels, rakes and other household items that could be used to remove snow, and then pulled their ears and spanked the big and small cubs who were still lying in the bed and couldn't get out of bed, and quickly organized a voluntary snow clearing activity in which the whole people mobilized all the people to go into battle. In the corner of the clean street, colorful figures began to squirm. With a small effort, from the courtyard gate opened by each house, a deep path stretched out, tenaciously digging into the street outside the house, extending. These trails are connected with the surrounding people's homes, forming a rare cobweb appearance for many years.

At this time, those whirlpool-like courtyards immediately turned into black holes. Those scale-like streets and alleys have been marked with deep cracks. From time to time, solidified silvery droplets of water fell down from those wave-like branches. On those wave-like rooftops, wisps of milky white smoke rose one after another. Like the floating water vapor steaming on the white ocean, it gradually condenses in the sky above the mountain depression, forming a layer of white and soft marshmallows, vigorously hanging the good appetite of people who have been busy and even hungry since the beginning of the morning.

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