[Author: Wang Jianguo article Source: "Modern Occupational Safety" hits: 6272 Update time: 2003- 12- 15]
The snow in my hometown, Xilin Gol, falls as soon as it is said. Because of sex, it snows from mid-September to May of the following year.
Just winter snow, snowflakes six petals clear, like butterfly love cinnabar plum fragrance unrestrained and warm; The snow sitting in winter is the spirit of snow, and the ice is bright and tough, reserved and cold; Spring snow is a wayward princess in love, dancing in the air, moving when happy, and a terrible storm when unhappy. The melting of snow is invisible. When it is ignored, it is already green.
The hometown after the snow is deliberately quiet, smart and colorful. No color is unparalleled, and it is naturally more charming. It was a wonderful painting of Danqing, painted with a silver hook, which shocked many hands who mixed pearls and powders to sigh. That scene was wonderful, and it didn't need words, just feelings, which made many people feel sad. In the words without worldly greed and impetuousness, it belongs to a kind of tranquility and peace, just like a beautiful virgin is holy and bright.
Some people say that the hometown after snow is too lonely, and some people say that the grassland after snow is too lonely. I know it's a person who is led by material desires in the dust. How can he enjoy the beauty brought by crystal snow? How can we strip off the loneliness and loneliness of the grassland and read the realm of "a noble person lying on a snowy mountain"? How can we let the body and mind appreciate and enrich the masculinity and nobility contained in the snowfield in Mountain Dancing Silver Snake Original Wax Elephant?
To appreciate the snow, you should take a breath of dry and cool air in the morning after the snow, walk through white houses and white Woods, and creak out of white towns along white streets. The grassland is like a newly-married Li Niang. The bright morning glow is her colorful velvet shawl, the snow fog is her wedding dress floating from her delicate waist, and the lark twitters like an engaged child. Three or two lively girls dressed in colorful clothes are playing in the snow, and their red faces add warmth to the silver winter. There are several old people who do morning exercises, all white, and their faces covered with years are cold and calm. What is even more striking is that in front of a yurt in the distance, An Eji is busy standing in the orange glow, showing warm affection and the rhythm of grassland life.
The most unique scenery is that in the romantic dance of snowflakes, you can see the blue frozen snow-capped mountains, which are ethereal and cold, beautiful, heavy and rough. The unique cold silence and pride is a kind of blood and vigor, vitality and stalwart that men envy, and it is easy to remind people of men on Xilin Gol grassland.
I love snow, and I love the snowfields in my hometown. The endless snow field is clean and simple, without any dust. As soon as I walk into the snow, all my troubles will leave me at once. At the moment of initial setting, my heart is like snow. Every time I walk on the snowfield, my mind is purified and sublimated, which keeps me calm in a materialistic world. Time has passed, winter has gone and spring has come. I only hope that the purity of snow can infiltrate my heart and resist the temptation of the outside world.
Another morning after the snow. I am still the same, walking out of my dream and into the sunny snow, so that a refreshing and clean mood can accompany me into a new day. On the morning of July 25, 2003