Snow-capped Acacia

When it was snowing, I couldn't help holding a book and warming myself around the stove with my family. Wander and read in the cabin basked in Qinghui. Under the month of a thin ink, full of fragrance, I can not feel the elegance of the ancients, but it will not live up to the snow-capped scene! Yes, the snow is as bright as the moon. It is transparent and pure as water.

The snow shines like water. But I don't want to compare it in this way. The water is flowing and drifting. And snow is dreamy Yingbai, is exquisite joy. Even if it melts, it is a clear heart lake without whitewashing.

Those times related to snow, across thousands of rivers and mountains, are still fresh in my memory. At five o'clock in the early morning, everything was silent. The sky is dressed in a white trench coat and embraces the earth. Dry wind and cold snow, melancholy parents when to return. Near the end of the New year, looking forward to the parents who have not seen for a year, the mountains are far away and the waters are wide, and the willow smoke is on the stranger. Those years hidden in yearning are not fully understood until dawn. In the past, her parents always followed Cher home. At that time, the snow came as scheduled, but without the shadow of her parents. So that the young me, a little less of the joy of snow, a little more melancholy.

Good things are worth waiting for, and so are waiting for parents. I do not know what year and month, on the treetops, my parents finally came back hurriedly on a ground of snow. Unfortunately, the white boots agreed to be bought on the phone have all turned into phantoms. My apologetic father pulled out a white butterfly clip from behind and put it on my head, as if he were Snow White, waiting for Prince Charming to appear. My mother gave me a warm and sweet kiss, and I smiled and danced lightly in the snow with the butterfly that wanted to fly.

The years are full of life, and my mother at that time had the appearance and feelings of snow. And I am lucky, white butterfly, girl dream, all the way as light as a butterfly, warm and moist in the heart, covered with this place of snow clear good time.

The most unforgettable is the snowy day wrapped in white. I still remember that handsome and lively young man who made an appointment with me to roll the ball in the snow. There was silence, and the sound of snowflakes falling could be heard. We make snowmen with each other, and it's beautiful if we don't talk to each other. He piled up a clown and said to me, "I'd like to be your clown all my life, would you?" I was at a loss for a moment and my face began to get hot. In the sky, I vaguely saw the father-in-law of the sun stretch out his head and went away with a sweet smile. The snow on the ground suddenly melted, leaving only the trace of Miao Man. The spring snow is full of sky, and the touch is like a flower. Suddenly there is an impulsive idea, want to run with him in the snow, no wind flowers, nothing to do with the snow night, crush the simple and ignorant reserve of the youth together. But at that time, I didn't. Only a nervous and flustered heart, and a blank face of me, standing foolishly in the snow.

There are always some good mistakes in life, just like sandalwood, and when it burns out, we will know that the room is filled with fragrance that we have heard for a long time. When he was in college, he sent a postcard from as far away as Sichuan, just a few words dancing to clear the shadow of all the people in the world. May you have no lovesickness and renew your previous fate.

Dance to clear the shadow, in fact, everyone is their own dancer, missed the first step of time dance, and eventually have to return to their own stage. As if he knew that I was not doomed to his earthly world, he could not enter my earthly world. It seems that, through the dense fireworks, I seem to see that teenager yesterday, how to step on the colorful and auspicious snow and go away.

Mo Xiaoleng profile: love grotesque, live waves jump under the appearance of a literary heart. Willing to take a thoughtful road with affectionate people in the world of words.

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