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In the New Year, many cities are snowed in, favor of Suzhou did not. In fact, snow, for me, both fear and love. When I was young, I fell in the snow and almost died, so when I saw the snow and walked on the road, my legs were shaking. And white snowflakes lying in the thousands of branches and leaves, drifting down in the empty quiet, is so natural, clear and generous. Had a few years ago, with a heavy snow encounter in Beijing, so that I feel the sky flying snow, drifting down on the Palace of the Forbidden City in Beijing, that solemn look, so that I respect. Those angels of the elves, shaking off the plume, make me exclaimed praise, unforgettable, which is one of the reasons why I have loved snowflakes since then.
The weather forecast said that there will be a light snowfall tonight. With a good feeling for when the snow drifts, I took a walk alone in the winter night after dinner.
The winter night is not as charming as the summer night. Summer night has the drumming of cicadas and the distant sound of frogs in the pond, summer night there are idle people or wearing short shorts, leisurely shaking a fan, chatting with each other in twos and threes. The summer bridge also has a pair of couples on the fence whispering. Nowadays, in the evening of the second nine days, there are only people hurrying home and some people walking after dinner. In front of the new village or in the free space, there is a group of big women dancing to the sound of music, and among them there are also a few gray-haired old men. This kind of square dance is only loved by Chinese people all over the world, and it is also a way to exercise after meals, a healthy exercise without money at your doorstep. There are also professional retired dancers in these square dances, and their movements are really beautiful. I had stood up and watched them many times, those movements, I should not be able to learn, so I never had the courage to join. I secretly laughed at my own stupidity, in fact, God is fair, when closed a door, will certainly leave a window, perhaps my ability is not here, why make things difficult for yourself.
The wind, the cold bone. As the saying goes, "one nine, two nine does not go out". I inserted my hands into the pockets of my coat, left and right swaying bladder walking, a little uncomfortable, feel a little like the Antarctic penguins, must be funny, and then took out the hands again. With the body forward, swinging his arms from side to side, learning the military look, step by step forward across, secretly shouting one, two, one. The body gradually warmed up, and the mood is getting better and better.
Two
The night in the winter is so calm and peaceful, without showing the panic of Silk Howe, which is also a good time to think and think alone, a kind of empty feelings in the night time and space sublimation. I enjoy the silence and loneliness of the night alone, let myself sink into the winter night, let the daytime serenity and gentleness, camouflage of strength and fortitude, in this lonely night, all lifted. Let yourself completely relax, relaxing every cell, relaxing every nerve, relaxing the self, to fully realize the Shu Yu Poetry Collection in the sentence "black is the most complete luxury, just like the silence is the deepest cry."
Today's night is extraordinarily empty and quiet, seems to be waiting for a snowflake to come, but the wind is still quiet and shallow, warm and clean, in the ghostly come. Snow, is a shy girl, only when the sky is quiet will fall to earth. Today's evening walk may not be able to meet with the snow, but can enjoy the winter night in the night of the love of the night, the night of the quiet beauty is also God's mercy to me.
The winter night is like a poem, cool, quiet, poetic. That cold light shining on the earth, more or less with a trace of thin, quiet and secluded. Winter trees, from the first cold rain in late fall, in the sluggish wind fluttering leaves, singing the hymn of the earth, throw themselves into the embrace of the earth, "falling into the mud into dust", no reluctance to give up, the winter rhyme will be interpreted as the baptism of the wind and frost. Once brilliant ginkgo tree, shaking off all the leaves, bare, but no sense of desolation, is still the prince of the tree. Although it is not as green as the evergreen trees, but it can still withstand the winter wind and frost like test. I y feel the tree is not easy, always think of the next life to do a tree, ambitious thought "stand into eternity, no sad posture, half in the dust peace, half in the air, half in the air, half scattered shade, half bathed in sunshine. At this time, the wind, seems to play a joke with me, whistling in the face, instantly filled my ears and eyes. Face by the wind blowing cold cold, let me feel the downright cold, put up his ears, listen to that wind sound like a sharp whistle, from a distance gradually come. Standing big trees small trees ah, still have to hold on to the nine cold winter 's test. Not far away, there is a row of camellia trees, about two meters high, through the red buds covered with the whole tree, in the sparse green leaves accompanied by, especially eye-catching. I reached out to the red cold hand, touching the buds, as if touching a baby's face, so soft and silky. I don't know whether it is because I love trees in my heart, or subconsciously think that I want to be a tree in my next life, but I have such a passion and love for trees. I slid down the buds and slowly stroked the branches and poles of the tree, which was very soothing. Thinking about some time later, the trees of the red camellia open, how beautiful, in winter, is clearly a kind of embellishment, is a kind of leading the trees to the sign of spring, think of this, a hint of laughter surged to the heart.
Three
Focused on the camellia tree, but forgot the grass at the foot, at this time they are half-healthy half-awake state, the wind whipped their messy hair, twisting pain in their waist, they lie silently to endure, waiting for the arrival of spring, waiting for the spring breeze slowly spreading, waiting for the gradual awakening. At this time, I thought of Lin Daiyu's funeral flowers: "the quality of the original clean and clean to go", "flowers fly flowers all over the sky, the red fragrance broken who have pity". Just now there is a smile on my face, at this time, a wave of sadness came, if you can not do a clean person, might as well do a tree to dash. Fascinated by the thought, fascinated by the idea, red eyes. At this time, it seems that God is also sympathetic to my sadness, drifting up sporadic snow. I happily stretched out my hands, holding them flat, waiting for the first snowfall of the year. Snowflakes fell on my face and palms, as soft as a baby and as light as a feather. I smiled and happily ran forward, chasing the snowflakes, chasing the happiness.
In front of a pair of father and son, small children three or four years old, running hard forward, a small red cotton coat as a small fireball, tumbling forward. "Come after me ah, come after me ah", the child's voice contains a lot of joy, the air also diffuse laughter. The father put on a look of the big bad wolf, "Caught, I'm going to eat you," stretching out his fingers and running forward with great strides. The boy tiger head, chubby look, let a person very love, look at his face is sweaty, small face red more lovely. Not long after, the father caught the child, threw him on the shoulder, "riding a big horse," laughing and go, leaving me alone smile.
The thin winter night, dormant everything silent quietly, only my thoughts as the rush of the cold wind like surging. Shadowless and invisible winter rhythms, along with the yearly turnover of the year cold together, this is the God's given. Although not encountered a snow, but with the heart to listen to the heart of winter is also another winter rhyme. Although the winter is not so graceful, but its quiet and gentle but a few more points of gesture. I'm rethinking the old annoying winter, with the deepest thickness tolerate this through not clamor, quiet and peaceful winter and winter rain and snow. Jiangnan winter, unknowingly in my heart more than a noble and quiet.