I didn't know it was snowing outside when it started to fall. I was in bed for a long time and wanted to walk around, so I got up, stood in front of the window, and saw a layer of fresh snow on the ground. Snow is commonplace in the winter, and it's not much of a surprise. But my mind is still some changes, because deep in my heart, I love the snow. In this sky cloudy time, I have some questions, what is the reason, let me fall in love with snow.
People often have some very hazy feelings, such as like what, hate what, understand what, do not understand what, what to do, should not do what. People have a lot of confusion, but the energy is limited, so you have to pick those tight to think about it. Maybe I am congenital deficiency it, always feel than others live hard, so, for the wind and flowers, I have its heart, not its power. Because of this, I do not know how to understand the doubts and suspicions like snow like so many years.
In this moment of boredom, in this season of snow, why not clean up the mind of the chaotic thoughts, think about some things about the snow.
Snow is pure. Snow is colorless and tasteless water do, snow color pure white, snow is very pure. Snow does not flaunt, do not show, do not show off, she came from the sky, landing on the earth, is so calm, elegant, silent, no desire. For the existence of this kind of simplicity, there is really nothing to blame. Because of this uncontested purity, the snow has an austere and inviolable noble temperament.
Snow is ethereal. From the gloomy dome of the sky to come, in the sky after flying, dashing and light drifting down to the earth. Snow's dance is gentle and delicate, the dance is delicate and gorgeous, and millions of snowflakes, in the whistling north wind, it is a grand and spectacular passionate performance between heaven and earth. Look up to the sky, if long, you will find that the snow is flying. This is a unique, unparalleled flying, a kind of music that people can hear and can not not be mesmerized by the flying, a kind of consultative capricious flying from the sky to the earth, a kind of let the world know what is flying flying flying. Snow is really transcendent, as in the legend, the most beautiful fairy.
The snow is fantastic. This feeling seems to be felt in the soft dim light. When I stand under the streetlight at night in a remote town, I see snowflakes floating in the light, I will have this feeling. I feel this way when I see a picture or photograph of a Western Christmas, the warm, peaceful atmosphere created by the snow and the lights. I also get this feeling when I read Hans Christian Andersen's Little Girl Who Sold Matches. It is this holy snow ah, let a person unknowingly into the fairy tale world, and that winter wind, and let the thin clothes how can not withstand blowing over and over again.
Snow is beautiful. When the snow lands on the earth, the snow will present a solemn, solemn beauty. If you have not stepped on the half-foot thick snow, in the white blanket of a snow field walked, this feeling in any case will not be true. This kind of soul-crushing beauty, only to experience, will, heart fluttering, etched in the heart. At that time, you must hold your breath, the birds, but also just a few haphazard calls, on the silence in the woods.
In winter, if it does not snow for a long time, I saw the dry hard earth, bare in the cold wind, always very sad. It's as if life is passing through its hardest moments. I can not stand the dead and desolate, as if nature has long understood my heart. So one day, snow came from the sky, and she covered the earth, giving the world a cold and desolate beauty. It is the snow that creates the winter, the snow's bosom, written in the year after year in the cycle.
If I did not grow up in a long winter and short summer, a small mountain village in northern China, I will not love the snow. If I do not have the heart and mind to appreciate the richness and beauty of snow, I will not be so in love with snow. If, my soul, can not and snow in the long days and years, quietly, to reach a tacit understanding, I will not love the snow. I believe that snow in some way must have soaked my soul, infected my temperament, I thank the snow. This life, I have not lived in the world of snow, I dare not imagine, it will be empty and boring, boring and lonely.
The beauty and knowledge is not the same, not to be able to learn, is to be experienced. People understand the beauty, understand the true meaning of beauty, perhaps only really able to talk and behavior, appearance, give a person friendly, a good feeling it. When the spring flowers, ice and snow melt, the May winds brushed people's smiling faces, snow, you are not full of hope to leave it.
This time, I remembered that day, a person walked through a city square. By chance, I saw a beautiful girl is concentrating on reading the snow sculpture. I wandered for a long time, gazing at her, the heart is very silent, cold. She would not notice me, nor would she pay attention to everyone who walked past her. But I still believed that she was alive, that she was beauty incarnate. I was then reminded of the past years ago, once I fell in love with a girl in high school, she was very beautiful, things have changed, I do not know how she is now.