Xue Yanming's native prose collection "Song of Mai" Ling Ruiqi: Snow in Yunhu
Snow in Yunhu
(Nine Snow Parts Two)
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There is no reason why no one should not go to Jiugong Mountain to watch the snowflakes dance.
The snow in Jiugong Mountain is so precious. It is not a pedestrian’s footprint. It can be seen everywhere and can be patrolled everywhere.
All things are precious, all things are rare, and all kinds of things are rare, but no one is as stingy about the fall of snow as God is.
The precious snow is afraid of melting when held in the palm of the hand; the rare snow is hung on the treetops for fear of falling; the rare snow floats in the air for fear of being lost.
Wanshan looked up at the snowy paradise of Jiugong, feeling disgusted with his short stature, disappointed that his lungs were infected by the virus, his uterus shriveled by desire and heat, unable to conceive Snowflake’s daughter, so unfortunate It’s easy to squeeze Snowflake’s tender white hands. There is no dust in the sky of Jiugong Mountain, making it easy for the snow elves to settle in. The tallness of Jiugong Mountain makes it easier to accept the favor of the new snow, just like a tall person, it is easier to touch the cheeks of flowers and kiss them in person.
I have walked all the way, seen all the way, chanted all the way, and laughed all the way: spring is full of beauty; summer is cool and beautiful; autumn is covered with colorful brocades; winter is, Plain stars.
It has always been the case that man and nature live in harmony. As long as the water and soil are well prepared, the natural vegetation will be lush. As long as we truly embrace the mountains and rivers, the mountains and rivers will also harmonize human relations.
This is how I came here, carrying the desk my father made for me, carrying the wheat noodles my mother made for me, soaking in the water of Yunhu Lake, tasting them carefully, and the more they chewed, the more delicious they became. . The desk my father made for me was dedicated to Emperors of Qin, Han and Wu, Emperors of Tang and Song Dynasties, and other popular figures of the present day. Accompanied by the fragrance of my book, I painted peach blossoms with clouds and ink.
Don’t be happy with things, don’t be sad with yourself, don’t be humbled by common clothes, don’t shy away from being weak. I am me, I am a stone in Jiugong, I am a drop of water in Yunhu Lake, and the address here is my hometown.
Mountain flowers, water flowers, snowflakes, and heart flowers bloom in time and space, and live in the clouds. Every year when we meet, there will be crazy thoughts. Only snowflakes bloom the latest, the longest, the shortest, the highest, the shortest, the most, the coldest, make people run with excitement, and make people laugh with happiness. .
Snowflakes are floating in Jiugong Mountain, with thousands of postures, and the bulging snow is the closeness and intimacy of the ancient country of Wu and Chu. I am in you, and you are in me, hugging each other, regardless of you and me. . Once they become enemies, they will beat each other with divine whips, taking turns to beat them, leaving pavilions and pavilions full of scars. The snow that fell one day closed the Wu Chuxiong Pass and covered up many footprints, but it could not obscure the comings and goings of the beauties. The snow spraying from the spring cliff is looking for a place to stand, and a strong wind in the deep valley dances. The wall becomes jade, the boulders become ice, the water becomes a stream, and the holes become curtains. The snow in Fenghuangling limits the red wall and sets up a trap in the forest garden. It is easy to get lost if you escape into it. Dyeing is done in the jungles all over the mountain, paintings are piled on the branches of ancient trees, bamboo leaves are frozen into silver strings, and white cranes are flying when the jade flute is played at an angle.
Yunzhong Lake, I think of Yunzhong Lake. When I go to Yunzhong, what I love more is the snow in Yunzhong Lake. After walking here for many years, Xuehua, to me, is a passionate sister, a naughty sister, a naughty sister, a shy sister, and a well-behaved sister. When they come, they like to mess with me. Snow is a miniature dynasty. Whether it is snow mountains, snow fields, snow lakes or snow palaces, it comes in a hurry and goes in a hurry.
I am happy when the snow falls every year;
The melting of the snow adds to my sadness.
When snow comes, Jiugong Mountain becomes a country of snow. At this time of year, I look at the snow in Yunhu Lake. I always believe that snowflakes are coming, sooner or later. , the entanglement of snow and ice, all fighting the bitter cold on Jiugong Mountain. In winter, people are always afraid of the cold, but the temptation of ice and snow has never weakened. I have never heard of anyone embracing the cold wind, but people who embrace ice and snow, especially urbanites, cannot help but have this romantic feeling.
The snow scene is so charming, it's holy, it's fresh, it's rare, it touches the heart. It can be windy and rainy many times a year, but snow is reluctant to open the door curtain easily.
It’s snowing in Jiugong Mountain, rime is rising in Jiugong Mountain, and Yunzhong Lake in Jiugong Mountain has turned into a glacial lake. With this scene, many people at the foot of the mountain, especially those in the city, have come one after another. People from all over the world went to Jiugong Mountain in groups to enjoy the wonders of mountain ice and snow for a few days, but they never heard that it rained or winded in Jiugong Mountain. They went to Jiugong Mountain to watch the rain and wind. People only hope that it will snow and have rime in Jiugong Mountain. Who wants rain and wind in Jiugong Mountain?
Many people find it difficult to climb the snow at Lao Yajian and the bulging snow. It is because the Snow God is too cruel, the snow hut is too high, the snow road is too difficult, and the snow peaks are too strange. Then just look forward to the snow in Yunzhong Lake. Cloud Lake is under the bronze drum and above the cloud pass. It is a snowfield where snowflakes fall and a classroom where snowflakes learn to dance.
The allure of snow fascinates many people, and the anticipation and waiting will torture many caring people. No snowflake is selfish. Her fate has no footnotes, just like a person's reincarnation. He never thinks about whether his mother will be prosperous and wealthy, or whether the road will be a mess. But snow is really hard to come by. Sometimes it even coaxes people and plays hide-and-seek with them. On the cold and gloomy sky, a few very immature snowflakes fall, twisting and falling, not at all generous. After a while, he gradually disappeared. I was so angry that I wanted to curse, but how could I curse? The sky is for people to look at and worship. If no snow falls, it means that the clouds in the sky have not hatched yet, or the ski resort has not been chosen to be worth talking about. If only a few snowflakes fall, it means that the climate has not allowed it. We grow old together on the peaks. Of course it is useless to be anxious, then just wait, then just look, look at the sky without snow, and follow quickly if there is snow. People are watching, and the sky is watching. Look at the sky, look at the sky, and worship the sky. Don't blame everyone, but focus on Sunday. Maybe on that Sunday, snowflakes will fall in large numbers. The hybridization of clouds fixed the bitter cold into very thin water, and bloomed literary flowers. They floated down from the sky in groups and coincidentally, compiling a youth journal of snow, and writing a youth poem of snow.
In the annals of Yunhu, Xue’s family has many names, some are called Yinsu, some are called Yuchen, some are called Yulong, some are called Liuchu, and they are all named Qingnu, the Snow God. daughter. Snowflakes are so sentimental, and the name of snow is also full of poetry. Although the snow in the world is a big family, where it falls depends on the mood of the people in that place.
Jiugong Mountain is too high and far away, especially in snowy days. It has to be at the same level as the sky. The wind and snow in Yunzhong Lake are too cold. The time difference between human footsteps and Jiugong Mountain is only a snowfall. The only difference between my mood and Yunzhong Lake is a kiss from Xue. Some poets and ink-splashers mess up the order of the snow, fearing that it will wrinkle the snow's clothes. They just look at the snow gently and gently on the shore. They never calculate how long a day is, but they just can't bear to part with it. I put the letters away and couldn't bear to close the easel. Watch quietly and watch Xuehua add footnotes to Yunhu Lake; write quietly and see how strong Xuehua’s legs are and how high Xuehua’s academic qualifications are. The mountains by the lake are a solid background. I paint everywhere, painting a picture of the snow rising at dawn and the icebergs fading. The time and space of Yunhu Lake is vast, with snow waterfalls pouring down, which shows that the sky is full of flowers and dazzling. You can't see the snowy Wutouchuwei, but when you land in my heaven, you are my bride.
Standing on the railing at Yun Lake and staring at it, covered with snowflakes, standing quietly with the snow, enjoying the coldness and tranquility.
Looking through the gaps in the snowflakes, looking at the other side of the Cloud Lake, you can see the phantoms of the water city, the sparse trees on the Fengling Ridge, the majestic palace, or the solitude of the towers, all covered with snow. Wrapped in a large cloak, it appears and disappears, a mirage appears, making it difficult to confirm the true direction.
The snowflakes of Yun Lake are surrounded by barriers. Tonggubao, Beacon Mountain, Tiantianmen, Fenghuang Ridge, these majestic men, and the graceful trees by the lake are all protecting Yun Lake. Lake, their shadows have always been contained by the Cloud Lake. The ripples of the Cloud Lake are surging, seeming to be mending their clothes of different sizes, washing their faces that have been eroded by the wind and dust of the years. Their colors are green, yellow and white, and the water of the Cloud Lake is Always keep it in mind.
Under the snow and fog, it was hazy, and under the sun, a cold oily light emitted, burning the silhouette of the tree, forming a natural oil painting. The contract between Feng and Snow forged this ice and snow project. How much effort does it take? How beautiful is this feeling? How generous is this? How cruel does this have to be? The Ruiqing Palace on the lakeside and the mountain water city on Longzhu Island were cast into ice-clear sky ships, creating stunning scenery in the middle of winter and being worshiped by thousands of people.
The mountain of Jiugong Mountain is too high, and the mirror of Yunzhong Lake is too thick. I really want to reduce some of the luggage for it. When I am exhausted from running and my mouth is dry, I look up at the sky and let the snowflakes do it for me. Cool down, clear away all distracting thoughts, and listen to a chilling voice.
I eat snowflakes, which only reduce the weight of the clouds and lakes a little; the wind blows the snow and hangs it on the branches on the shore, clustering into pieces of jade clothing. Time has passed for a long time, but it was too late to stabilize my mind. I walked from the dry land of my youth to the waterside, scooping water from the Cloud Lake, which nourished my bones and muscles; using the snow from the Cloud Lake, my vision was brightened. The snowflakes are constantly floating, endless interpretations, and the coverage of snowflakes is pre-installed with spring equipment. Although the dream of the future is still far away, snowflakes, the matchmaker of spring, always like to melt snow into water to brew a pool of wine to intoxicate the bridal chamber. .
When enjoying the snow in Yunhu Lake, don’t hold an umbrella!
Let the snowflakes cover your body and become a snowman, seamlessly connected and close to each other. The mountains are extremely cold and there are many people admiring the snow. Meeting old friends in the clouds and lakes is a lifetime of luck. Holding an umbrella to look at the snow may seem picturesque, but you have set up a barrier between you and the snow, adding a barrier.
When enjoying the snow in Yunhu Lake, don’t run!
The snow under your feet is still a virgin, and the white jade is flawless. You still don’t know the spring, scenery and dangers in the world, and you haven’t received the engagement letter yet. Although you have mastered a Douyin that seems romantic and affectionate, you have accelerated the exile of time and ignored the broken and crying snow.
The snow reflects the red dust, and I walk alone, looking forward to the falling snow and the dawn. Are the tips of your hair and eyelashes like a snowflake?
How much snow has been trampled, how much snow has been suppressed, how much snow has been stained, how much snow has been deleted, how much snow, I don’t know where the other piece of snow will rest?
Every time at this time, my heart starts to snow, and it is also covered with white snow. I am always proud of the frost and the snow. Although I see the ice soul and snow soul, I always feel that I don’t know the snow, and people are not as good as snow.
Time in Yunhu Lake is always eternal, but the meeting of ice and snow will not last forever. I heard bursts of bursting sounds. It was the needle of the sun cutting the ice, and it was the glow of rays that was boiling in Yunhu Lake. An eye in the ground allows the lake that has been silent for many days to emerge to take a breath, reveal its shape, and see the blue sky, white sun, and blue sky and white clouds. The lake, which had been closed and silent for a long time, began to fight back, liberating the thick ice armor inch by inch and returning to its own nationality.
I meet the cold wind again on the narrow road, and I meet the snowflakes again. The attachment of the Snow Goddess Qingnv keeps the spirit of the snowflakes floating towards the cloud lake alive for thousands of years.
The snow in Yunhu Lake has been there since the Tianmen opened, since the bronze drum came, since the Fengling dance, and since the pen stand was cut. No one binds the snowflakes into a book, and no one selects the top snowflake for Yunhu.
I chisel ice to get water to grind ink, compose music for Yunhu, and record the years for snowflakes. Whether it is Xue’s youthful endeavours, or Xue’s old age list, they are all the excitement of my travels in the snow country, and they are all started by me. The boiling of melting snow!
Ah! My clouds, lakes and snow, my love for the Nine Palaces -
The spring scenery of the coming year will be like the peach forest, and thousands of trees will be blooming and the clouds will be bright and beautiful. Fengling Chanjuan's fairy dance rhythm, Guqin's crystal heart.
The snowy area of ??Tianhu Lake is freezing cold, and the clouds and water meditate on the distant peace. At the dawn of spring, the flowers bloom and I hold a jade umbrella and talk to you about my thoughts.