The morning air was exceptionally fresh and crisp, the sky was filled with snowflakes, and the snow covered the streets and alleys of the city. The bare poplar trees on both sides of the alleys are covered with snowflakes and stand as a tough landscape in the snow. Scenic trees on both sides of the street by the snow bent branches from time to time hanging down and raised, they are in this unique way to reduce the pressure they bear. Walking on the street, the cold wind with snowflakes coming, people are covered with snowflakes head shrunk into the collar up, covered with snowflakes, even people become unreal. The most interesting thing at this time is to walk on the soft snow, "creak creak creak" sound knocked out a string of heavenly notes, in the city between the buildings haunting through. My thoughts traveled back in time to my childhood along with the soaring notes, and drifted down the mountainside where there has been no snow for decades.
My hometown is in the far south, where the climate is like spring in all seasons, and in winter, although the weather is chilly, it's an unattainable thing to really look forward to a big snowfall. My childhood is waiting for such a big snow, waiting for the eaves of the house decorated with crystal ling ice, waiting for a piece of the river can extend the road to the opposite side of the river ice, waiting for a fairy tale dream appeared in my childhood, in such a wait I gradually grew up. I was very lucky, I finally waited for the snow that only comes in a few decades. There was no sign of the snowfall. In the morning of my dreamland, my family shouted outside the house, "It's snowing, it's snowing so much!" And it was New Year's Day. When I stepped out from under the blanket, I saw the sky flying with white sprites that could not be seen, like reeds flying in the fall. The green life of the mountainous ground was covered with a layer of clean white.
The eaves were dripping, and the water made of ice dripped down to the ground, smashing the thick snow into a small puddle; the river was covered with snow, and a thin layer of ice floated on the river. But I do not have the courage to step on, that is the snow winter left in my childhood memories of the only regret. This regret buried the root for my search for another big snow. With this root I came to this border city where it snows and freezes every winter. Here in the winter everywhere you can see a large swath of ice, people can not only walk freely on the ice, but also to the people who love ice sports bring endless joy, snow and ice tours have become a winter outdoor sports people are happy to do.
Walking after a snowstorm is a beautiful thing with a different flavor. In the outskirts of the city, walking alone in the woods covered with freezing fog, sweet and cold air straight through the lungs, a cold and happy feeling permeates the whole body. So sex in the forest a burst of wild running and issued a human real shout, shocked the trees on the freezing flowers and snowflakes fluttering rustling slide, ensemble out of nature's celestial music, breathless still listening to the sound of the soul can be appreciated straight to the depths of the sound. The sky is more blue after the snow, even the white clouds also hide without a trace, the sun from the sky like a waterfall pouring down, reflected in the snowflakes on the dazzling light.
This time the earth is clear and clean, everything is pure without the slightest flaw. In such a boundless white world, I was y impressed by my own insignificance. In fact, the cause of all desire must have some kind of can't get rid of the entanglement of the world, only to this flawless white world, all the worldly and selfish thoughts will lose the existence and growth of the soil, the mind can be baptized and clarified.
There is a famous saying, "One cannot step into the same river twice." Similarly life will not always stay in a certain place, it will continue like a snowstorm after a snowstorm. Sorrow or joy; good or bad, time is always passing. The difference is that there is always a different scenery in every place. After a blizzard, the clarity of that once blizzard, will become the ease and confidence of my dissolution of all the sadness, straight to the depths of the soul!