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Suddenly, the spring breeze comes at night, and thousands of trees and pears bloom. When I got up in the morning, my sleepy eyes were still a little sleepy, so I saw something strange outside. The mountains in front of the building seem to be coated with silver. Could there be snow? Snow has always been strong magnetic to me. I quickly came to the window. It was really snowing. The thick clouds blocked the shining sun in the past, and there was a mist between the heaven and the Earth, the snow was still not too tight or too slow for a while the Earth was falling for a while I stood by the window, motionless, silently turning myself into a statue. Let your sight and thoughts under the clouds blend with the snow all over the sky, dancing romantic together. What a beautiful snow! With the dense snow, they danced together and relaxed their sleeves. Soon, the outside became a world wrapped in silver, white everywhere, clean everywhere and strange everywhere. Nature quietly uses the magic pen, uses snowflakes to color, strokes and strokes, lightly smearing and fainting, turning all the scenery outside into a magical picture scroll. The mountain is dressed in silver, the tree is colorful, and the building wears a jade crown. Overnight, the heaven piled up jade mountains wrapped in silver. Countless Christmas trees grew on the mountain. All the grass, grass, wood and trees turned into dried Jade branches. The white flowers were covered with branches. Looking around, everywhere silver shine. The snow is still blooming to the fullest, and the wind is not moving between the heaven and the earth. The snow princess seems to be lingering, still dancing, chanting, painting …… in the cold winter of the North, the wind is violent, and the wind takes away all the flowers, all the scenery was withered into a lonely heart, leaving only thin leaves of iron trees, watching the blue sky firmly in the cold. Only this snow is the most beautiful wonder, spectacle and scenery in the northern land. Because of this elegant and graceful, pure and beautiful snow scene, the North Country has the beauty and momentum of thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow floating; The North Country has the spring breeze that is just like a night, the beautiful artistic conception of thousands of trees and pear flowers; Only then did I have the romantic feelings of literati and scholars, as well as the wonderful snow in their poems and notes, which touched my thoughts, let me go through the time and space of the world, fly back to my childhood world, fly back to my hometown house that has no trace, and let my thoughts hover over the old house, looking for the happiness and happiness left on the old land, the small village sleeping quietly in the mountain nest and the small village covered by heavy snow appeared in front of me instantly. The mountains are white, the fields are white, the houses are white, and the trees are white. Except snow, it is a quiet wilderness. The small village is like a world of snow that no one disturb. It was very cold in childhood, and the snow in childhood was very heavy and heavy. At that time, when I woke up overnight, the door was often closed by heavy snow, and the door was often opened but the way out was blocked. People were blocked at home and couldn’t get out. Father with a shovel 1.1 point to dig, first dug a Leads outside small hole, let us these anxious children go out first, and then snow cave dig big some, can rong da people in and out. After I went out, I would stand on the thick snow in the yard to watch the snow. If the snow was still falling intentionally or unintentionally, I would open my small hands, let the snow like a white butterfly fall on my little palm, spinning happily in the snow, laughing happily, laughing, as if I had become a snowflake. We were poor at that time. We wore hollow thin cotton-padded jackets with patches and single cloth shoes with patches, but we didn’t feel cold either. Soon, all the little brothers and sisters next door came out, some carried ice carts, some held spinning tops, and some ran to the ice River behind the village with laughter and laughter. Boys are skating on the glacier, playing spinning tops. This is not a girl’s game. We are watching on one side. When it gets cold, we girls also run on the glacier. You drag my hand, I held your hand and played like a skating car. Tired of playing these games, we went to the ice bank to make snowmen and snowballs, one by one, which made our small faces red. We stretched out our two small hands to rub each other to keep warm, but we were extremely happy in our hearts. When we are tired of playing, we will run back to our own home. Every family in our village has a small fire basin for heating, which is filled with the fire charcoal left after cooking, by the next meal, the charcoal was wiped out, and the cold charcoal was poured to add a new fire. People who save some food will also grab a handful of soybean or corn grains for their children and throw them into a fire basin to eat. With the corn and soybean grains popping in the fire, the fragrance of the Valley gets into their noses, children were eating with a good appetite. The cold winter breeds heavy snow, and the heavy snow makes up beauty and leisure. In the rural areas of southern Liaoning in northern China, winter is always called Cat winter or winter leisure, which means that if you have no work in winter, you will be idle and hide in your house to spend the winter. However, there was a production team at that time. In winter, the captain arranged male labors to dig the dunghill to prepare for farming in the spring next year. The dunghill was so frozen that it collapsed hard. Only when a axe went down could it dig a white nest, anyway, we were not in a hurry to use it. Everyone dug slowly. When they were tired, the cat went to the house to have a rest, killing time slowly. Women didn’t go out. Every family of women sat on the heated kang with small quilts and kept a small brazier to talk about their daily life. Day by day, the cold winter was spent like this. Many years have passed, I have already changed from a rural person to a city person, but the mark left by the heavy snow in my childhood is still so clear in my mind, and the heavy snow still fills my heart with wisps of affection and homesickness. In recent years, due to the warming of climate, the snow is getting less and less. No matter in the city or in the countryside, the scene of heavy snow closing the door in childhood cannot be seen. Occasionally a snow falls, just like the snow outside now, which will make me extremely excited and happy, just like the carefree and innocent happiness in my childhood. Snowflakes seemed to understand my love, and still danced gracefully outside the window without stopping for a moment. The glittering snowflakes seemed to fall into glass cups and instantly melted into cups of nectar and jade liquid, drinking this cup of nectar and Jade, I was also drunk into a piece of snowflake, and also became a snow spirit, intoxicated in the snow world. I hope that this snow will fall a little longer, and there will be a saying that will help you in a timely manner. This snow is not the charcoal of snow, and it is not timely rain. The drought in summer for two consecutive years has taken away the lives of many apple trees and various trees, and some trees are still struggling on the line of death, snow is also nectar, which will bring back the dying apple trees in hometown. I couldn’t help turning appreciation into respect and gratitude. The precious snow also reminds me of you, just like missing the heavy snow in my childhood, I also worship you in my words and accompany me forever. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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