The wind and snow are fierce, and the north wind is whistling, blowing on the face like a knife. The sweeping north wind mercilessly attacked the unique and flexible white grass in the north, but the white grass finally failed to hold on and fell to the roaring earth.
The wind and snow are very strange. In August of the lunar calendar, sweet-scented osmanthus is still fragrant in the south, but it is already snowy here.
the snowstorm is very urgent and heavy. At the end of the night, the snow swept through, as if all the trees were blooming with white pears. The sky is dazzling white, and big snowflakes are falling from the sky, like naughty children chasing each other. After playing enough, they fall to the ground. It's more like girls spinning and bullying in the air. Their skirts floating up are beating notes, dancing the melody from the heart in winter.
it's extremely wet outside, and the room is also wet, which makes the curtain wet. Fox coats and brocade quilts are also very thin, and the cold is still coming to us. Outdoor, the general's horn bow is frozen, and he can't pull it open. The armor of the chief of the border town of Duhufu is also too cold to wear.
The vast desert is covered with snow and thick ice. Clouds are dim and dull, losing their former whiteness, floating in the sky, looking very sad.
The camp of the commander-in-chief is full of excitement, and there is a sumptuous banquet. Everyone from the general to the soldier has come to see you off. Huqin, Pipa and Qiangdi play beautiful tunes with northwest customs, adding a farewell atmosphere. Everyone clinked glasses and drank, which also expressed their nostalgia for you. "Be careful on the road!" "I have to contact you often when I get to Beijing!" Simple words express our feelings with you.
it's snowing heavily outside and it's very cold, but it's warm inside. The cold wind tugged at the red flag violently, but the snow and ice had frozen it, and it could not be blown over.
The East Gate of Luntai will see you back to Beijing. When you leave, the Tianshan Mountains are covered with snow, and we all walk slowly, so that we can stay a little longer for our friendship. On the way, we all looked a little sad, without the joy of joking at the banquet. You are holding the horse and talking about the past, with endless aftertaste. No matter how high the mountain is and how thick the snow is, it can't compare with your sincere friendship with me.
"take care!" I send my best wishes to you. You rode away from me, but instead of running away, you turned around and waved to me from time to time. The mountain road is surrounded by twists and turns, and your figure is also hidden from time to time, and you can't see it clearly gradually, leaving only the clear footprints of the horse.
there is a difference when I send you a thousand miles. After I returned to the camp, my sincere feelings and parting with you were melancholy, and my feelings have been lingering in my heart, getting stronger and stronger.
Looking at the snowflakes outside the window, I think of the scene when I left you, and the feeling of reluctance comes to my mind. I feel that snow is sad.