Winter rhyme prose

The season is "heavy snow" in the 24 solar terms of the lunar calendar, which is my favorite season.

On Sunday morning, I came to a hospital in the suburbs alone. Through the cracks in the dark clouds, the sun shines on the earth finely and warmly, without violence and arrogance, just like an elegant and fragrant orchid, which is soft and crisp on my body.

I wandered into a forest, the ground was covered with dead leaves, the trees were shrinking, and the thick and short branches were tightly meshed in the gray sky. Branches swaying in the cold wind, brown rough skin, wrapped it to accumulate a winter desire, thinking about its freshness in spring and prosperity in summer, which is its brilliant scene of fully displaying life in green, and now it sleeps in the deep and silent monotony with several times of glory, hardship and patience. It is not afraid of cold, but also looking forward to the arrival of heavy snow.

I happily sat on the protruding roots of a big elm tree, took out the Tang poems I carried with me and read them. When I read Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue, there were no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing on the cold river-snow ",immersed in the poet's real scene and imaginary scene, a gust of wind blew, and thick clouds in the sky filled all the gaps. For a while, snowflakes, like countless elves, spread their wings and floated freely in the wind, and their light bodies wrote the song of life in the cold wind. In the trembling of the dead branches of trees, I seem to feel the gentle eyes and even breathing of snowflakes, and the hexagonal petals are shining with glittering brilliance in dancing.

I walked out of the Woods and stood in the silent wilderness, staring at the flying spirit. She is enchanting, dancing silently, soft as a cloud, light as water, so elegant, free and easy, bright and unrestrained; She gently kissed my hair and cheeks and melted on my lips. I stuck out my tongue and licked the cold spring water, and it immediately flowed into my heart. In the white world, I suddenly forgot my usual irritability, melancholy, depression and loss. I ran like a child, cheering, and my thoughts danced with the snowflakes.

I grew up in a small mountain village in the south of "Land of Abundance", where it seldom snows. Even if it snows, it melts quickly. I don't know if snow is rare, or if I only have a soft spot for snowflakes? When I was a child, I always wore thin clothes, hopping barefoot in the courtyard dam to catch flying snowflakes, holding my head high and my mouth open, and greedily swallowing snowflakes. In my hometown, I have never seen a white snow scene. It is common to cry on rainy days. The falling rain has soaked my yearning and pursuit. I looked for myself under the eaves of my former residence, but I couldn't find my hope. In desperation, I left my hometown and came to the northwest border of the motherland. In the cycle of the four seasons, you can see the beauty and splendor of snowflakes all over the sky every winter, and every familiar reunion with snowflakes is as fresh as the first meeting.

The overwhelming snow of goose feathers kept falling. Gradually, the sky, clouds and the earth are all white; Not far away, the towering Tianshan Mountain turned into a long white sleeping dragon. Trees, roads and houses are covered with a thick layer of snow; Looking from a distance, Wan has become a world of makeup.

The pure and clean earth, reflecting the coldness of the snow, looks so humble, enthusiastic and happy, silent and naive, what a contrast with the cold world! I deeply sucked snowflakes and cool breeze into my mouth and let her integrate into my life. At this time, I really felt the depth of the snow and really absorbed the most primitive breath of nature. My soul flutters with the chaotic snowflakes, ups and downs aimlessly, fantasy and reality are intertwined, past and present collide, complex emotions and messy thoughts are intertwined, and I can't figure out the clue.

The continuous fluttering of snowflakes gave me the courage and strength to stop in a foreign land; Love and selfless snow, let me learn to accumulate, learn to bear, learn to accumulate and accumulate; Learned her character of refining ice over the years, transformed it into softness of water, and finally rose to clarity of steam. A snowflake is like a living life, but it is destined to melt away. But she has blossomed beautifully, and the moment of blooming has shown her true self. The world will not change anything because of her, but it will be beautiful because of her arrival. This is the cold passion of snowflake, reminding every life to cherish its own moment. The reincarnation of all things is the nirvana of Zen. Don't be impetuous in vain, don't be depressed in hardships. The Buddha in your heart is pure and pure, and all fame and fortune are fleeting. What is there to miss? Let your soul be thoroughly purified, and use the single color of snowflakes to reduce inner selfishness and greed.

Time has passed, and after a rough time, I found myself stumbling in the snow, but I walked bravely for a long time. Ever since I came to Saibei, Wan Li, where the ice and snow are thousands of miles away, in the harsh winter of each seasonal cycle, I walked into the vast snowfield facing the fierce north wind, listened to the long Yukine, felt the Zita Law and enjoyed the deep snow rhyme, which will inspire the northern men's generous, frank, vigorous and calm feelings, thus becoming cheerful, free and easy, enthusiastic and unrestrained.

Although I feel the boundless gloom of the secular world, the world has become barren, but the obstacles of the secular world and the light floating words can only shed an illusory pallor at the end of my pen.

Cold and bleak winter, beautiful snowflakes make me have another kind of attachment. When snowflakes merged with me, I suddenly felt shocked and suddenly enlightened. At the same time, it also aroused my lofty sentiments and strong feelings. I will unswervingly write a unique poem on the rugged path leading to the sacred literature hall and play a soothing life movement on the staff of nature. My passion is still burning in my heart. I opened my long-closed heart and began to work hard in the literary garden. I wrote a lot of words, but I couldn't write them as crystal clear as snowflakes. I always dance like a dream and drift with the flow inadvertently. After waking up, the eyes of exploration are deep, but they can't cross.