Love in Syracuse _700 words

Whenever the north wind brings winter, snowflakes will choose a good day to meet, meet and embrace the ice city. Did Snowflake choose Harbin, or did Harbin choose Snowflake? Tell Melissa Zhou not to talk. Tell him not to talk. Heaven and earth are lamenting the strange fate of snow and city.

"Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." Winter in Harbin is really too long. Snowflakes are like a group of elves in winter. With them, the cold winter hides desolation, only romance and charm, floating with their dance steps. ...

Look, snowflakes dance wildly with the beat of the wind. Did the goddess pluck the feathers from her wings and scatter them on the ground? Or did the silver butterfly in the sky sneak out to see the scenery? Or dreamlike notes floating in the wind? Snowflakes are densely woven into a thin gauze. At the moment, the sky is as dark as the earth, and the earth is as clear as the sky. The world was intoxicated with this purity, fell asleep and stopped all sounds. You suddenly feel that the world is so simple and your heart is so simple.

That is the blank space in Chinese painting, and that is the realm where silence is better than sound.

I want to use a brush to keep the falling snowflakes, but the white paper and the snow-white snowflakes are integrated. I want to freeze eternity with photos, but I don't have a camera. I want to use words to describe the charm of snow, but I am sealed by this purity, for fear that my poor words will desecrate a sacred thing. ...

When I see snow, I always think of a poem written by my friend: "Tired/my friend/then have a rest/regain my childhood dream/stop being carefree/believe in moving forward ..."

There is a kind of profundity in beauty and China, which reminds me how many people are still running around. We work hard, the competition is fierce, we burn the midnight oil, and we let the days slowly wander on the nib between three and one. Slowly, we are tired, tired and confused. Looking up at the sky, where is the road?

Friend, why not enjoy the snow? Let the sadness melt in the boundless purity, let the soul rest for a while in this tranquility, temporarily forget the troubles and indulge in this white dream. However, stopping is not giving up, and the goal of setting sail is still far away! Like snowflakes, she dances the prelude of spring, and people, in this season of snowflakes dancing, dream of the future, meet the next spring and meet new grand plans.

Oh, snowflake, winter spirit! You float, you float, let purity and elegance spread all over the mountains, decorate the world into colorful fairy tales, nourish the land eager for rain, and create a romantic opening for spring. As the song goes: You are the sister of Chunyu.

Love snow, love its crystal and elegance; Love this city, love this poetic black land.

The love of snow and the city creates eternal scenery and legends.