It snowed hard, and the north wind blew on my face like a knife. The sweeping north wind mercilessly attacked the flexible white grass unique to the north, but the white grass finally failed to hold on and fell to the roaring earth.
The snow is very strange. In August of the lunar calendar, osmanthus fragrans in the south is still fragrant, and it is already snowy here.
It's snowing hard and fast. When night falls, heavy snow sweeps in, as if all the trees are in white pear blossoms. The sky is dazzling white, and large tracts of snowflakes fall from the sky, chasing each other like naughty children. When you've had enough fun, you fall to the ground. It's more like girls spinning around in the air bullying people. Their fluttering skirts are beating notes, dancing the heartfelt melody in winter.
It's wet outside and the room is wet, which makes the curtains wet. Fox coats and brocade quilts are also very thin, and the cold is still coming to us. Outside, the general's horn bow was frozen and could not be pulled open. The armor of the chief of the border town Duhufu is too cold to wear.
The vast desert is covered with snow and thick ice. Clouds are dim, losing their former whiteness, floating in the sky, looking very sad.
The commander-in-chief's camp is very lively and has a rich banquet. From generals to soldiers, they all came to see you off. Huqin, Pipa and Qiangdi played 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 will contact you often when I arrive in Beijing!" Simple words express our feelings for you.
It's snowing heavily outside and it's cold, but it's warm inside. The cold wind tugged at the red flag violently, but the ice and snow had frozen it and it could not be blown.
Luntai East Gate will take you back to Beijing. When you left, the Tianshan Mountains were covered with snow, and we all walked slowly. For the sake of friendship, we can stay a little longer. On the way, we all looked a little sad and lost the joy of joking at the party. You are holding the horse and talking about the past, with endless aftertaste. No matter how high the mountain is, no matter how thick the snow is, it can't compare with our sincere friendship.
"Take care!" I extend 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 twists and turns, and your figure also appears and disappears, and you can't see clearly gradually, leaving only the clear footprints of the horse.
It's always different to send you a thousand miles away. After I returned to the camp, my sincere feelings for you and the sadness of parting have been lingering in my heart and getting stronger and stronger.
Looking at the snow outside the window, I remembered the scene when I left you, and I felt reluctant to part. Feeling the snow is very sad, very sad.