Snowflakes are like pigeons, flapping in the air and shaking in winter.
White pigeons that have been carefully fed for more than 3 days are solemnly released in the sky. In the solemn winter, the pigeons fly slowly and land slowly. The sound of flying and landing is like the opening and falling of flowers, and the light and full petals seem to be able to pull out a pulse of fragrance. The color is white and tender, like a rhyme, which slowly floats the distinctive notes from the cold strings and melts into the blood of winter.
Snowflakes, with romantic gesture and quiet reverie, are fluttering, leisurely and swaying, dancing softly and flying wildly, like white crane feathers spreading their wings, decorating the vast world with thin water and cold mountains. The earth is like a silver sea, the mountains are like jade dragons, the trees are hung like white corals, and the pink makeup jade is carved with a huge dry Kun. The frozen river is covered with heavy snow. Occasionally, a few pedestrians pass carefully, which is quite artistic conception of Jiang Xue in Tang poetry. By the bridge, a pair of stone carvings of white cranes, which are lifeless on weekdays, make the snow seem to be about to fly. The distant mountain is already a snowy mountain, and the misty balcony has also been painted into a jade pavilion in Qionglou. Standing in the snow dance, I feel the poetic, chic and romantic feeling of the snow wrapped and kissed, the boundless silence, like cotton flowers and feathered snowflakes, like delicate white butterflies, looking for the destination of flowers. < P > Snowflakes, silent things, the process of their falling is related to the soul. In the snow, I walked into the spiritual field of thought and I thought about life. Not all life movements can become life. Among all sentient beings, there are more ordinary people who are willing to be ordinary and content with vulgarity and drift with the tide. Life is a vocabulary full of rational brilliance, an idea, an unyielding and pure image of life, just like this snow, with an outstanding temperament. It is desperate. Without despair, there is no hope. Only when life is in the extreme of irretrievable despair will life shine with wisdom and courage and sublimate great vitality. People's life is like this snow, which is full of depression and publicity with the natural gas. It is the snow that melts in spring, but the snow, in another form, melts into spring water and turns into spring flowers, which has a unique sound of life.
The winter wind cuts the hope of leaning against the lintel, making the white pigeon whistle clean up the old footprints all the way. The dense sound of flying seeped through the crack of the door, like a pinch of tiny knocking at the door. The door is still closed, but this biting feeling still makes people feel the change of seasons, the affection and ruthlessness of time. So people gathered around the burning fire and listened quietly to the quiet language of snowflakes outside the door. This kind of stillness is an ultrasonic stillness, like a stream flowing brightly under the pen of Master Danqing.
when the snowflake first falls, it looks like a button, which is very beautiful.
In the night, many mothers sew a button on a piece of cold clothes in front of the light. At this time, even snoring hides the dream of flying like a snow feather from the warm cover. Outside the window, there is snow pouring down in succession, inserted into the silence. Night is a dress that has been worn, mended and worn, such as snowflakes of buttons sewing up this cold and silent night one by one. Dressed in the night light, some fine light spots are scattered on wrinkled faces, and eyes with deadlines and concerns pass through the long winter night and settle on the faces of sleeping children like snowflakes.
Time is like a tree. Snowflakes are the flowers blooming on this tree. They are pure and warm. When the flowers fade, spring will be rooted in the branches of life.
The ancients said, "Pine trees fall, while snow-covered trees make a rope." Snow has snow grids. Xie Huilian, a Liang native in the Southern Dynasties, wrote in the poem "Snow Fu": "If it snows at the end, it will die out because of the times. Xuanyin is not clean, and the sun is not solid. Do you honor my name and honor my chastity? Rise and fall with the clouds, and drift from the wind. The value of things is endowed with images, and it is arbitrary. Because of the element, the pollution is dyed. If you have a clean heart, why worry about it? " Only this white snow flower is the most ethereal and noble. It is born of nature, the cold wind can't blow away its crystal, and the sun can't shine on its ethereal spirit. What can be compared with its ethereal and elegant thoughts? It floats down from the clouds and flies leisurely in the breeze. In a snow-white ethereal space, it forgets all the troubles and fills all the scars. Only when it is as upright as snow and wipes away all the trivialities can it truly have the carefree feeling in heaven and earth.
Snowflakes have no desire, no desire is just, dripping stones wear through, and ice turns into iron; Snowflakes have nothing to ask for, and if they don't ask for it, they are high in quality, crystal clear and spotless, but for helping others, they don't ask for humility; Snowflakes are tolerant, tolerant, and tolerant of the world, Liuhe Eight Wastes; Snow is selfless, selfless is not greedy, only dedication, not taking, but for moistening things, not seeking gains and losses; Snowflakes do not dispute, do not compete with flowers for fragrance, do not compete with mountains and rivers for beauty, and do not dispute and be refined. It cultivates life in an almost ruthless way, and purifies the world in a way of sacrificing life for righteousness; Reveal the true meaning of life in a simple and unpretentious way, and walk with a song.