Snow Prose in Spring

It's been a long time since the snow prose in spring 1 beginning of spring, and the weather is warmer by more than 20 degrees. Hot pedestrians blame clothes for being too warm.

But the weather is always changing rapidly, and suddenly, the north wind is raging. After a crazy night, the warmth was blown away.

When the weather is cold, people cringe and take out the warmest coats to keep out the cold.

Snow, put on your clothes.

First, countless small particles fell down, and then the elegant snowflakes danced, which was beautiful.

By the time I got off work, the ground was already slippery. I raised my umbrella and walked out of the school gate carefully.

On the way, the street lamp hanging on the tree during the Chinese New Year is still there. They light up gently, and endless night colors shine on both sides of the gorgeous road.

Cars are flowing, people are flooding, and more than an hour's journey makes me a carsick person really miserable. Colleagues will open the window to ventilate me for a while and care about greetings for a while. The warmth dispelled the boundless cold.

The next day, the building was covered with heavy snow, and the ground was icy and slippery, so it was difficult to get out of the car. Upon receiving the notice, the class was suspended.

Stay in a warm home, enjoy the snow scene through the window, drink tea and read thoughts.

This is really a changeable era!

Snow should belong to winter, and only winter can give snow long-term happiness. However, snow ignores the existence of winter, bypasses winter and directly throws itself into the embrace of spring.

Spring is flattered and frightened.

Everything in spring needs the help of snow too much, but it can only give snow temporary happiness. The warmth of spring and the cold of snow are doomed not to last long. If we love each other again, we must part.

Rain will enter the life of spring, and snow will stay in winter, which is hard for God to violate.

The meeting of spring and snow is just a beautiful encounter. After a few days of infatuation, the snow will eventually leave.

Perhaps, it will turn into rain and moisten spring silently, but only spring knows the truth.

20xx、02、22

Chun Xue's Essay 2 My love, like Chun Xue, came in a hurry and left in a hurry. When I was caught off guard, I was far away from her. -inscription

I thought I had forgotten, but somehow I remembered.

I don't know whether it's writing fatigue or mental stress recently, and I have a terrible headache. So I can only sit and click on those pages.

As usual, I boarded QQ and opened the space, but I accidentally saw her intimate photo with a boy, which inevitably made me feel uncomfortable.

Yes! We've been apart for a year, and it's inevitable that someone will find another lover. For girls, boys are just a passer-by and a stage of support at any time. Wait until the next stage, will inevitably choose a new object, really so-called: "whose new love is not someone else's old love." As boys, we just continue the unfinished story of others. I'm not sad, but I feel a little uncomfortable. Separated from her, I haven't talked about anyone now, maybe because I still remember her, maybe because I pay too much attention to my work.

I came to Beijing from Inner Mongolia to work, and then she came. Please, you're writing your story in Beijing, and I'm still going my own way. Our separation is doomed to be our discord. You have your life, I have my laughter, but we are different.

In this materialistic society, maybe the little sheep around you today will become someone else's bed pillow tomorrow, which is normal, indicating that you are not successful enough. That's what society is like. What can society teach us? What we are taught is to learn to be strong, to move forward with strength, and to find a way out in suffering.

I have been in Beijing for so long and have my own job. It sounds like my company is China Ordnance Equipment Group, and I am still an engineer. But what's the use of listening? Whether I can earn money is the last word. Look at the employees who have worked in the unit for decades and earn so little money to support themselves every month. I want to cry, because I am in the same situation as them. As workers, we are ruthlessly exploited, not only physically, but also motivated. Low income torments our minds and kills our will. I just languid every day, thinking nothing and doing nothing, waiting for the minimum wage paid in June of 5438+05 every month.

On such a day, since she came to Beijing, I hope God will not arrange for us to meet again. I know she is a picky girl. What will my face look like when she sees me lonely now? I'm just waiting in pain. I wear a 7-piece Qian Qi sweater and walk in the streets of Beijing every day. I have been waiting in silence for more than two years. Two years later, I will try my best to show my former glory, and then I can look up and speak.

As a man, if you have no money or can't make money, you will always be a failed man in women's hearts. I used to be smart, so there were many girls around me. Now I'm lonely, but I'm alone. As a loser, who wants to share joys and sorrows with you? Who wants to watch you succeed on the day you fail?

But I believe that a person can't lose like this all his life, unless you don't have the idea of success. Since you are depressed, you should put down the burden of disguise and live a low-key life. Just like I used to wear famous brands, but now I have sold two sweaters at the stall. 14 yuan, they are still warm. Although my heart is bleeding, men still have to pretend to be happy.

Admission will start tomorrow, which is fatal to me, because I put all my hopes on it, otherwise I really don't know how to go on in the future. A person may grow up like this when he doesn't know the direction when he walks without help. My birthday is in three days. I wrote this article with sadness and headache. If I don't succeed in the future, this is the beginning of my disappointment. If I succeed in the future, I will never forget my pain. "Where will it be tomorrow?" This is what I said many years ago. Many years ago, I didn't think of going to Inner Mongolia, but came to Beijing. Where will I be in five years, and will I be happy in a few years? How are you? I asked myself, I don't know. I stumbled all the way, covered in scars and dripping with blood. Will it be black and blue in a few years? Who should I ask? I don't know myself.

I've become real recently, and I'm not as pompous and presumptuous as before. I just want to be myself and live my life safely.

I wanted to write something, but I had a bad headache, so I stopped writing. Looking at the object she is talking about, I can't tell you the taste in my heart. Let's go to bed early. I thought I had forgotten, but somehow I remembered. Remember our past and how good her parents were to me. However, our love has long since disappeared like the sunshine in spring, and our hearts have been separated from Qian Shan. Why don't we get to know it earlier? Maybe time will slowly settle down and everything will become irrelevant. I will be better tomorrow.

Snow Prose in Spring 3 She lives alone in a low farmhouse, which is dirty and shabby, but there is a small courtyard with low walls surrounded by stones. The yard is full of flowers. She never goes out, just likes to sit on the heatable adobe sleeping platform behind the window and look out. Looking at the weeds in the yard, watching others as curious as the old witch, leaning against the wall to peep. They say she only goes out in spring. She leans against the windowsill every day, watching the sunrise and sunset, counting the days and waiting for the arrival of spring. The waiting days are always so long, the weather in April is still chilly, and the flowers are still bare. She is very anxious, why spring hasn't come yet, and she doesn't even want to order tea and rice. She is so sad that she has to wipe her tears every day. One day, she overheard a conversation with a passing peasant woman. They said that peanuts should be planted early this year, and there is no spring this year. She almost fainted. There is no spring, so my worry is not unreasonable. Lying on the heatable adobe sleeping platform, she looked out of the window in despair, thinking that she couldn't wait for these spring flowers this year.

A few days later, her son sent her flour as usual and found that she had left. At this time, outside the window, forsythia is already a large area, and magnolia and peach blossoms are in full bloom. My son said poor, beautiful flowers, but she missed them. Later, the yard was demolished, and all the flowers were pulled out and thrown into the dirt ditch. A new house has been built here and a new family has been established.

Chun Xue Prose 4 February Jiangnan, apricot blossoms and spring rain, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique, the grass is long and the warblers are flying, and the green water is swirling. Close your eyes and you can still see the beauty of spring. Close your ears and you can still hear spring singing in poetry.

In February, snow after snow in the ice city wrapped everything in a layer of cold white. Snow has blocked all the flowers, so we can't see the spring scenery, and the temperature is as low as winter. And the solar terms have stung.

In a daze, a peach blossom on the mobile phone desktop blooms enchanting, full of spring scenery. At this moment, spring thunder is ringing and colorful, and a prosperous spring of recovery of all things is coming. Open wechat, friends living in the south have been covered by all kinds of spring scenery. Yellow welcomes spring, white pears, pink apricots and peaches ... all kinds of flowers compete for good spring. Outside the window, "it's too late for spring in the cold snow", walking around the tree and learning pear blossoms have a grand bloom, but they still lack color and temperature. Suddenly, my heart was entangled in the distant spring scenery and the surrounding white. Inexplicable emotions, such as spring grass, grow longer and longer, and I simply plunge into the flying snow.

The snow was long, and I just stood in the snow, disturbed by this unreasonable mood. "Everyone says Luoyang is good. Luoyang is an old man." Am I disappointed to be in a foreign land and miss the beautiful spring in my hometown? A snowflake fell on my forehead hair, laughing at my ignorance with its coldness: you are so stupid and as small as mustard seed, how can you be so sad as a genius? I don't need to be laughed at by the snow. I know I'm not such a sad person. However, I still can't understand this sudden trouble for a while.

I looked at the distance blankly, and the world was vast. Because there is no north wind, the snow falls quietly, quietly and silently. After the sting, it is the vernal equinox, vernal equinox, and spring is already over half. After the vernal equinox is Qingming …

My vacant thoughts extended along the festival, and I suddenly realized my sadness: I wanted to write an article for my father last year, but now it's half spring, but I can't write a word!

Youth is the spring of life, and that fire is a Leng Xue in the spring of my life, covering the background of my life with cold white. I have never been filial to my father in my life. My father died in middle age because of a fire, and I was in the intensive care unit, so I had to hang a thin, cold white cloth on my father's coffin to show my filial piety. Later, because of the custom that unmarried women could not go to the grave, they never mourned their father and sacrificed their loved ones at any festival. Maybe I am so guilty that I always want to write a short article to my father to remember when I start writing again. After several years in a hurry, I can't write a word.

Maybe my father's life is too heavy, and I can't bear the weight of his life! At this time, if I write it down in words, I can only write down my father's teachings: geese leave their voices, people leave their names, and people come out of their own lives. They must do the right thing and live up to the conscience of heaven and earth.

A snowflake fell on my cheek and soon turned into boiling water drops, and boiling liquid rolled through my heart. I came home from the snow and sat at the window, still unable to write an article in memory of my father.

Snowflakes falling through a layer of glass quietly fall into the world outside the window, which seems to have nothing to do with me. However, I can't let go of this snowy spring after all: Spring should be beautiful, but why is it a Leng Xue?

On the fifth day after the arrival of spring, white snow flowers are floating in the sky.

With the fierce cold wind, it seems that God is dissatisfied with mankind.

Yelling and accusing.

I think: this winter, this spring, will be very warm.

But: I was wrong.

Afraid of the cold winter, but forget that spring is so cold?

Who says spring symbolizes hope? Everything is about to recover?

I can't feel it for a while, but my heart is extremely cold.

Like snowflakes falling in the sky, the temperature is below zero.

The mood fluctuates greatly and the laughter is exaggerated.

But at some point, it was very quiet.

In an instant, my thoughts drift to the past or the future, only knowing that it is not at this moment.

Suddenly: I found myself walking on the road, like the wind.

Look at this town, their steps are so slow.

Once upon a time, my steps were so fast.

The pace of society does not allow me to be slow. I am like this because of reality.

Reality and pedantry have become my labels.

Consume your youth in ignorance, and when you know, you will regret it.

More is suffering from reality, unable to change.

Choose a city. Choose a person.

Waiting for old age, waiting for death.

Snow Prose in Spring 6 According to the tradition of China, after beginning of spring, it entered the spring, and the footsteps of spring formally came step by step.

Although spring has many obstacles and difficult steps, it will still come as scheduled, because everything under the snow is waiting for its nourishment, awakening and salvation.

Wandering in the snowstorm in spring, thank you for sending a different world, so that we can know how to leave the rest, know the beauty we have and know how to wait in vain. ...

Just after the Spring Festival, I entered beginning of spring, feeling that the ice and snow began to melt. When the silent mood that had been hidden for a winter began to wake up, the rain caused the first snowstorm in the world. One day, the whole world is white, and the sky and the ground are the same color.

Originally thought that the autumn snow that slowed down the pace of winter would pick up again, another snowstorm came unexpectedly and stopped the pace of spring again. Winter successfully waited for its territory, showing its stubbornness and expressing its nostalgia for this territory.

The disappearance of winter, whether it likes it or not, whether it likes it or not. It will eventually leave slowly, just like the autumn covered by it, the former will definitely be the former.

Such a cold in late spring happens every year, but it is the first time for a domineering person like this year to encounter it, which makes people doubly full of love for spring and cherish winter.

In the winter of northeast China in 20xx, there were several snows, which was slightly less than in previous years. In 20xx, it didn't snow at all before the Spring Festival.

Falling in the snowstorm in spring, it didn't lose its elegance and didn't give up its persistence. However, spring can't be stopped after all. On the contrary, its arrogance reflects the tenacity of spring and inspires a stronger wait for spring. ...

Everything in the world has such lofty sentiments only because of such competition; It is this competition that makes us behave strangely.

In a winter without snowflakes, I can't figure out how some sadness and memories can condense into a tear in your heart.

And I know that plum blossom is a sentence that you will never forget. Those petals that once shed blood are so beautifully planted on the roots of your life, just like the footsteps waiting for my return in those years, so that I will never forget your lonely thoughts for the rest of my life.

Miss a snow, light up your eyes and light up my memory.

Let those restless souls hold the flame of life on a plum tree.

Let all the stories about plum blossom turn green in a snowy winter.

Let all passers-by stand in a landscape and regenerate strong feelings for the waiting of a plum blossom and a snowflake.

From then on, in the world of love, there will be no words of betrayal and escape, so that this wise human being will no longer cry for not finding the way to refuge.

In fact, I miss a snow very much, but I have been entangled in some unforgettable plots.

That winter, some warmth wrapped in snowflakes once melted my heart so exquisitely, which made me read the love full of fragrance in handfuls of crystal clear poems.

Although I still can't know how some emotions carry moonlight across time and space, across Qian Shan, and appear on my desk in a scarred but bright form, I have learned to be grateful for winter, reinterpret the cold, and am full of longing for the moon.

That winter night, you stood in front of a plum tree with tears in your eyes and snow at dawn, and awakened the plum blossoms from the frozen language with the Sanskrit sound in your heart. From now on, who will say that there is no spring in winter?

However, there is no snow this winter. Who will wake up the memory of flowers? Who will let the wind pass through the touching details again and again, and let the white and beautiful thoughts melt in Mei's palm, like lovers' tears?

I want to borrow a handful of snow.

Let that touch of plum fragrance be painted on her white cheeks, giving winter another vivid annotation, and let spring bloom brilliantly in the symphony of flowers.

When the skinny plum branches are twisted into knots in the wind, and the fiery plum blossoms open their deep red hearts to you for the second time, will your eyes still be faint and sad? At that time, you will also question whether the emotion of a plum blossom will be easily changed, quietly covered up or collected by the years.

Perhaps, some feelings, such as the wind, will change direction in the dream of crossing the four seasons. However, plum blossom will stand upright, open, fragrant and grateful only in a winter. Even if the snowflake doesn't come, she will keep a static posture and bloom steadily, leaving only some lonely scars in the warm wind at most; Even if the plum blossom falls and is sealed in the dust, passionate feelings will still stand at the intersection of aromatherapy and light a heart lamp, waiting for you to return from the boundless dream. It's just that you don't think this is a kind of sadness.

Borrow a snow and give you a spring.

Really, as long as there is a plum tree growing in my heart, the dry winter will hatch into a piece of white, and follow the faint fragrance to open the spring. ...

Chun Xue is the messenger of winter.

Chun Xue is a rare VIP in spring.

Chun Xue in spring is a unique scenery.

Chun Xue is a brave explorer.

Chun Xue is a naughty girl.

Chun Xue is a magic pen in spring.

Chun Xue plays hide-and-seek with us in spring.

Chun Xue is the white spirit in spring.

Snow prose in spring. Parents now make our students suffer a lot, in this class and that class. As far as I know on TV, there is a primary school student who has to attend 20 extracurricular remedial classes a week!

I'm also tired of attending six years of extracurricular tutoring classes. One night, I dreamed that I was in a place. The streets here are empty and few people. I walked in the street and came to a residential area. There are many houses here. I walked to the door of a house and just knocked on the door. A question "15+200 =?" Appeared on the wall next to the door. After I solved the problem, the door opened. I walked in and the owner of the house was reading a book. Someone came to see him. As soon as he stepped forward, he asked a question, "10+ 18 =?" I replied "28", and the host smiled and brought me a drink.

I drank it rudely. After drinking, I asked him, "What is this place?" The host asked again, "19+680 =?" I answered "699". After listening, he said, "This is a country of mathematics. Do a problem for everything. This question depends on the value of things. "

So I said goodbye to the owner of the house and walked to the store. I went to the mall to buy a game machine, and the salesman asked me, "1999+ 1999 =?" I replied: "3998". So the clerk handed me the game machine. When I was playing, I walked past a five-star hotel. I said to the lady in the business hall, "I want a room." Aunt asked, "690 times a number is 1. What number is this? " I answered "690 points 1" and my aunt said "very correct". I'm staying in a luxury hotel.

"Yang Shuangcheng" I suddenly opened my eyes. "Get up quickly, you'll be late," menstruation shouted in front of the bed.

I am determined to study hard and prepare to settle in the country of mathematics.

I believe that "when the snow melts, it is spring."

Chun Xue's Prose 10 I want to sleep late on Sunday morning, but I can't sleep when I wake up in the morning. I just got dressed and got up. A poetic scene appeared in front of me, "like a strong wind in spring, blowing at night and blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". Last winter was a winter without snow, and this March is a godsend for Chun Xue, which is cool and pleasant. This is the first snow in the spring of 20xx.

Standing in the courtyard, catching the flying snowflakes with open hands is refreshing, and watching the snowflakes fall in the palm of your hand is fleeting, with a little respect. Spring has come, "Yun Teng rain falls, fog frost", but the snowflake has tenaciously visited the earth for the last time through a cold air. Is it nostalgia? Is it because she didn't show it vividly in the winter that belongs to her? Otherwise, why did she risk a flash in the pan to wrap her mother in silver again, but at least it was fixed in people's minds as a moment of eternity. Although this life is short, it is worthwhile! As if afraid that this snow scene would disappear immediately, people who got up early in the courtyard of the community did not take the initiative to sweep the snow, preferring to travel in Chun Xue, which is not too thin.

In the wheat field outside the door, the green wheat seedlings are covered with a layer of "duck down quilt", which is green in white and beautiful. Several weeping willows are also covered with a layer of "wedding clothes", swaying and charming. How similar is this to those three friends standing proudly in the snow? What, impossible? Isn't that far away: the red cars walking slowly on the expressway, the red ponchos on the little girls, and the red faces of the grandmothers with red umbrellas, rushing and leisurely. ...

When the clouds are clear and the sun is looming, you are shy, blaming yourself for conniving at the arrival of snow? Don't be embarrassed, we can't thank you enough. Although we feel a little cold, the spring breeze will melt into snow. After a while, the snow on the house and trees will turn into big raindrops, which will fall on Malik's pentium, and then merge into a trickle, happily flowing to the expressway outside the hospital, meeting with thousands of brothers and sisters, laughing and singing, and heading for the distance triumphantly!

The air seems washed. In the field, the smell of wet soil gives people a strange freshness. The grass on the ground has turned green, and the buds of peach trees and apricot trees are in bud. A few flower magpies also lost no time to climb the high branches and chirp and sing auspicious songs. ...

Today coincides with the market day in the town. Before the snow melts, people who go to the market set up stalls in the snow of the market early. The crowd is surging, smiling and greeting, talking about this Chun Xue. Chun Xue seems to be a long-lost girl, returning to her family for the first time and being very popular. Everyone is talking about her. ...

Chun Xue brings endless vitality. Fields, towns, villages, markets and people are full of budding power.

I love you, snow in spring!