Winter snow

The gloomy sky seemed to be pressed down from the air without any transparency. It finally couldn’t bear the loneliness near the evening, scattering the white snowflakes down and fluttering into the world of mortals one after another. In the cold spring night and snow night, a kind of inexplicable loneliness made me shiver. Subconsciously, I took out the new flower carving from the wine kitchen last night and filled a large cup, standing in front of the window, staring at the snowy night sky. I don’t know whether the cloud is light or the reflection of snow. The sky is not as gloomy as the sun. The cold, quiet and turbid half moon occasionally rushes out of the wandering clouds to peep at the dust. Snow has changed the floating character, like the fine powder under the sieve, filled with the night. By accident, the cup in my hand was empty, so I realized that I had failed to live up to the excellent flower carving in the past two or ten years. Turn around and fill another cup, sip it carefully first, and rotate the taste in the mouth. The soft and mellow aftertaste spreads on the tip of the tongue, in the mouth and in the nasal cavity, it seemed that the farewell team on the bank of Jianhu Lake was just in front of us, carrying the daughter Red which had been brewed for 18 years, and surrounding the shy bride as more than half a bottle of good flowers carved into the sentimental mood, people would wander outside without knowing when they had stood in the countryside, and the snow had disappeared or fluttered or permeated. The scenery in front of them seemed familiar; It was a horrible cold, even ferocious, it was covered by ice everywhere, and even trunks and branches were tightly wrapped by ice. The dark place was gloomy, the bright place was miserable, the black and white world was as quiet as death. How I longed for the noise I was tired of everyday. My hands and feet began to be stiff in the cold and quiet, and there was still a warm current in my chest, which drove me to struggle and shout, trying to leave the Devil domain. However, it was in vain. I felt like I was cursed by the devil and could do nothing like a nightmare. My body began to freeze, and my fingers were tightly wrapped by ice like branches. It’s so cold, and it’s more quiet, so quiet that I can hear my weak heartbeat. I closed my eyes helplessly, waiting desperately to be swallowed by the devil. The dim color suddenly flashed in front of my eyes, and the team of sending relatives by blowing and beating on the bank of Jianhu Lake appeared suddenly, colorful and black and white, rich and monotonous, overlapping and squeezing, chaotic and clear, clear and chaotic, in a trance, blurred. The colorful gradually faded out, leaving a cold silence. The cold ice has completely wrapped me, and the blood in my body is going to solidify. The originally inactive thinking becomes slower, the vision becomes blurred, and the vision becomes colder and more silent, the space has quietly solidified into a flat surface, shrinking and shrinking like making PS, unexpectedly hanging in the living room. I shook my body curling on the sofa and rubbed my sleepy eyes, he sneezed and stood up, heaving a sigh of relief. It was late at night, the snow outside the window stopped, and the clouds dispersed. The west half of the moon was no longer turbid, with cold and clear glow. My photographic work hanging on the wall still enjoys its “cold silence”. In the living room, the mellow fragrance originated from Jianhu floated faintly. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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