In winter in the north, the first snow fell, which was a bit unexpected and seemed to be notified in advance. In the intermittent drizzle, the rain gradually turned into drifting snowflakes.
The arrival of snowflakes officially kicked off the winter. Now, I don't seem to have much hope for falling snow. I just saw the goose feather snow whirling and dancing in the cold wind when I opened the door at night. While wrapping up his coat, he could not help looking up to the sky. Pieces by piece, rolled by the cold wind, he became one with all things in the world in the most free attitude, and his heart could not help but rejoice.
Snow is the end result of winter, and winter is the dependence of snow. The whole winter is also beautiful and romantic because of the spotless snow falling. "The solitary boat, the coir and the bamboo tree, catch the snow in the cold river alone" "The snow has gone like flowers in the past, but the flowers are like snow in the present" "Suddenly, it is like a spring breeze overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom" "There is no spirit in plum trees without snow, and there is no poetry in snow." "White snow, however, dislikes the late spring, so it wears court trees as flying flowers"
How romantic feelings made countless writers and writers write such beautiful poems. A sentence, just like two people who know each other and cherish each other, you know my romance, I know your feelings, and unconsciously, they have the same mind.
I stood in the cold wind, looked at the rain and flowers, and looked forward to the ice and snow world next day. I could go to see the mountains and trees with new clothes, and change the desolation and sadness in my eyes. A piece of white, washing the mind, purifying everything, I hope that more sincerity and less calculation between people; Be more tolerant and less picky; More recognition of others' strengths and abilities, less slander and dissatisfaction
It is too white and flawless, so it can't stick any dirt. I like the whiteness and love the romance. So I wait for a quiet and beautiful time. I don't worry. All the things I have been waiting for with my heart will come. After all, the years will pay off. The fleeting years will give the most beautiful scenery to those who live with their heart. (Article reading website: www.sanwen. net)
Listen carefully, everything has its own unique voice. The sound of running water, the ticking of clocks, the pattering of rain, the innocent voice of children, the rustling of snowflakes... The voice you like listens attentively, the things you like do attentively, the people you like love attentively, and all things in the world are worthy of our every intention. The only ones who are sorry are people's own greed and selfishness that they never admit, and there is no pattern of self-centered.
This winter is beautiful and romantic after all. Some people hold hands, some embrace, some talk about a sweet love in winter, and some lose their favorite people in winter. Please cherish what you have, don't be discouraged if you lose it, and believe that all good things will happen unexpectedly.
Listen attentively to the sound of snow falling, like leaning on a person's chest, listening carefully to every sound of heartbeat