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Light snow

Ganzi Daily January 9, 2020

Zhang Tongsheng

There are thousands of good along the river south, but there are also unsatisfactory places, such as light snow without snow. In the past few years, after the beginning of winter, I have paid special attention to the changes in the weather. I know that the weather is getting colder every day. I like this process of getting colder, not because I like the cold weather, but I was thinking that it was cold this year. Maybe when it will snow next? But over the years, the snow has been getting less and less. Not only is it difficult to see a snow season, even in the whole winter, it is difficult to see a pleasant snow, which is somewhat regrettable. Things.

A few days ago, I saw a friend in the north sent a few pictures. He took the pictures casually. One picture was taken downstairs from his home. The picture was taken downstairs. The square was already covered by snow. Although there was no snow on the other road, the snow melted, and the water was dripping into a mass. The leaves along the road were blossoming with snow, white as cotton. Xiaoxue was at first, the wind was cold on the face, and the air after the snow was clear, feeling very fresh. Then look at the snow on the tree, thin, but real. I think if I was walking on such a street at this time, my heart must be happy, a little snow is also a little surprise in life.

A light snowfall that was held by my baby in the north, people are probably already commonplace, and they can't attract too much attention. Perhaps because the snow is too common, the northerners may be annoyed by the snow. For me, when Xiaoxue is about to see such a snow, I am still very happy, even if it is thousands of miles away from me, even today I am walking along the lakeside of the park after dinner. After walking around, I still have a little sweat on my body, even if the clouds in the sky are thick, the breeze is blowing like a burst, this does not affect my concern about a light snowfall when the light snow season comes, I also know In this season, there will not be a light snow in the town where I live.

In the description of the climate along the Yangtze River, I like the word "Four Seasons". This is what I read from textbooks, and it is also the impression left on me by real life. I always feel that my hometown is a place with distinct seasons, and it has all the beauty of the seasons. Those subtle and gradual seasons are like long and long days, warm and cold, and hot and summery, long and orderly, not as slow as tapping on a slow board.

In the light snow season, the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has been withered. At this time, the rice has been harvested. The newly planted rapeseed and green leaves have not covered the ridges. The bare land is moist and dark. When the wind passed through the wilderness, I realized that the early winter was weak, so I simply wrote down a gust of wind, and the field was empty and desolate.

In the early winter, I like to look at the distant fields in the early morning when I stand on a high hill in the east of the village. The clear dew is heavy and cold, but it has not yet condensed into frost. The frost covers the thickness of the season, and dew? It has reason to believe that the season is still light. Although Qinglu is cold, it cannot stand the warmth of the sun. As soon as the sun came out, the mist in the field rose quickly, like the cooking smoke of a village in the early morning, shaking up. Looking across the field, there is a vast layer of mist and light. Gradually thicker and whiter. Shallow water near the dense fog, a black ash tree, the leaves hanging in the morning mist a little dew, like tears off the cheek of a person, a tree red. A distant metasequoia tree, one next to the other, stood there stupidly, scratching the ground, covered with gold, red, and brick red, like the newly dyed cloth of the dyeing workshop, one piece The ground hung on the tree, and the pure colors of a tree hung next to each other, cute and lovely.

Two days ago, I heard someone say that when I got up in the morning, I saw frost on the grass. My face was surprised, the leaves of my ginkgo still green downstairs, and I didn't feel cold during this time. Will it really frost? Maybe there is a frost in the field outside the city. The frost may not be thick. When I got up, the frost had already melted. Or, the frost was only in the suburbs. I could not see it. Standing on the south side of the river in the light snow season, I can only see a field of mist and the fields in the mist, and also see a light snow in the distance, which is somewhat helpless. Maybe, I also remembered the snow season many years ago, a snow that had flowed along the south of the river, and that snow covered my memory of snow.

Light snow without snow is a bit regrettable. In Jiangnan in light snow season, I still want to see a snow.


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