The day after I came back, the sky was already snowing lightly, and I opened the box and looked at the nine Jingyuan beads inside. Thinking that the next last mission should be completed by yourself. What I need is a sunny day.

I thought it would be a blue sky in the morning. However, the white and flawless little snowflakes soon fell from the gloomy sky, like goose feathers, like catkins, sometimes galloping by, sometimes slowly fluttering with the wind. The snow is falling heavier and heavier, flying all over the sky, painting a beautiful color for Beijing with pure white, and slowly hanging a huge snow curtain between heaven and earth, making people feel refreshed and happy.

Gradually, the city became a street of ice sculptures and a city of jade. As far as the eye could see, the trees were covered with shiny snowballs, and the bare branches were full of silver flowers overnight, which made me understand that "suddenly like a spring breeze in the night, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom." ". The streets were covered with a thick layer of snow, which seemed to cover the streets with a soft quilt; The roofs of the houses were also covered with snow, and it seemed that a warm white hat was put on. When the breeze blows, thin snow flakes and round snow foam dance lightly. Heaven and earth are the same color, the silver light is dazzling, and the sky is vast. I was so enchanted by the beauty that I couldn't help but admire, "This city is so beautiful when it's snowing!" ”

The beautiful scenery after the snow is even more flavorful, the children show innocent smiling faces, building snowmen, building snow castles, snowball fights, building snow cities, happy laughter echoes in the vast snow sea, spread far away, far away......

Suddenly I realized how beautiful the snowflakes are, it purifies the whole world, purifies every corner of our hearts.

Snowflakes fell from the sky one after another, softly, softly. I walked outside the house alone, quietly enjoying the joy of the rare snow scene.

It's snowing heavily! The snow god seemed to be seeing off the departing winter, and tears kept flowing from its eyes. Countless snowflakes in the sky, fluttering in the wind, show a variety of colors, colorful, like gemstones, and like diamonds. When you look at it closely, you will see its whiteness, its pure whiteness, its wonderful whiteness. It is like silk, flying in the air, and niudong her beautiful hexagonal figure to the fullest......

Snow-white snowflakes gently landed on the grass, as if to dress the earth in a snow-white costume. The grass under the snow sprouted out their young heads, and the children on the snow played and frolicked to their heart's content...... The snow-white color appeared in front of my eyes, the snow-white voice echoed in my ears, and the snow-white smell lingered around my nose...... It was as if everything was dyed with snow, as if the whole world was in a snow-white silence!

Suddenly I realized how beautiful the snowflakes are, it purifies the whole world, purifies every corner of our hearts. Silently, he fell gently to the ground, instantly turning into droplets, moistening the dry earth, moistening our hearts, opening the door of our hearts and making us one with nature in an instant. The falling snowflakes collide in the air from time to time, merging into a wonderful, strange rhyme that flows into the open door of our hearts...... The snow that fell was so erratic that it was hard to fathom, but it was a real presence.

The snow continued to fall, but at the moment, I felt like he was throwing beautiful snowflakes onto the ground. Perhaps it was my happiness that touched the god of snow. Gradually, she stopped crying. The god of snow seems to understand something - winter is over, will spring be far away?

A man sits behind a curtain of snow and mist, listening to the sound of snow falling. The falling dead leaves were soon covered by the snow, like a speck of dust, and disappeared in an instant, sinking with my memory.

It seems that every winter is spent like this, curled up in my warm cabin, lighting a curling lamp, listening to music, sipping steaming tea, reading my favorite book, watching the wind, frost, rain and snow sliding outside the window, year after year, over and over again. I would like to dwell in my castle like this, quietly watching the years go by, like water. I don't know if the traces of time have been hung on my face and engraved in my heart. I know that one day, my eyes will no longer be as clear as snowflakes. Many years later, a heavy snowfall, will you remember the woman behind the snow curtain back then, the past, like snow.

Looking up at the pedestrians on the road, they all hurried. The winter solstice has not yet arrived, the cold at the moment is not biting, presumably a person walking alone on the road, looking at the remnants of the leaves that will not fall, will feel a little desolate, will suddenly feel the warmth of home, will involuntarily speed up the pace. I remembered the ancient poem again, "Chaimen hears the dog barking, and returns to the people on a snowy night." When I think of this, I can't help but want to laugh, not at others, but at myself. Sitting in the room all day long, thinking nonsense, the real and the unreal have been blurred, and many scenes have never been experienced and can never be realized, but they are indescribably familiar and terrifying. It was as if wings had been born in my heart, traveling through time and space, fluttering, and flying for me one trip after another. It turns out that imagination can be so real, and it can be so absurd.

I suddenly remembered an old song from many years ago: Collect your emotions, let the memories leave blank, forget the past you once had, and never say love again...... I like these pure old songs, and I can relieve all my sorrows with just a few words. How many words of the ethereal promise of the year can be fulfilled? I don't know, and I can't prove it. Just knowing that it can no longer bring the slightest excitement or dizziness, it is like fireworks blooming in the night sky, the beauty belongs to her for only a moment, the wind blows away, the prosperity ends, and everything is empty.

The moonlight and snow shadow swept in through the window, sprinkled in front of the window table, sprinkled on my forehead, and moistened my soul. Fingertips fluttered again, pouring out her loneliness. It's just a game and a dream, but the rules of such a game are impermanent, and such a dream can see the other side, but it can't be crossed. This scene is very exciting, it is staged when it should be staged, and it ends when it is time to end. This game is very helpless, from clear to blurry, from spring flowers to autumn dew. Like a wisp of wind, a scene of snow, rising and falling at will, I don't know what the direction is, I don't know where the end is.

"Though he who goes, he who comes; In the middle of coming, how kind of hurry is there?" Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry" made me sigh, it turned out that everything was destined to be in a hurry, and I couldn't chase it all my life.

The snow outside the window has stopped. I froze in place, like a weary butterfly, unable to fly.

On this day, I curled up at home, sometimes hiding under the covers, sometimes curled up on the sofa, sometimes leaning against the window, and the snowflakes fluttered all day. I saw the beauty of the silver outside, but I was timid and didn't feel the cold.

It turned out that I was waiting for a sunny day.

This book comes from reading books