On a snowy day in 2002, my good friend Su Dongsheng and I made an appointment to play with snow downstairs. We throw snowballs, make snowmen, and catch up with each other on the snow! That kind of crazy if photographed by camera, don't mention how envious you are!
At this moment, however, we were attracted by the barking of a dog. It turned out to be the pet in Tongjie's house upstairs. It seems that it does not want to miss this beautiful snow scene, also want to join in the fun. Su Dongsheng and I saw it in the snow a jump of the lovely appearance, then went up to want to play with it. However, it seems that it doesn't welcome us at all. It has rolled several times in the snow. Su Dongsheng and I clapped at each other. We call this, it not only ungrateful, but rushed to us, that posture seems to be about to fight. I was angry and said to Su Dongsheng, 'since it doesn't know good or bad, let's play with it! "So, I came to a 'dismount squat', put on a face-to-face posture, want to give it a 'horse power'. It's a fight. It took a bite at the corner of my trousers with the speed of lightning. I was surprised and thought to myself, 'this little thing, it's very powerful! "But in order not to lose face in front of Su Dongsheng, I deliberately pretended to be calm and cried out:" dare you bite me? go to hell! 'he said, hitting his ass with his fist. It may not have thought that I had such a move, very angry, like crazy, from my stride to run away, causing me to "bite the snow.". Su Dongsheng ran to me and said, "you are good enough. Look! It's gone! It's all right now. "Who knows his words have not finished, that little thing actually killed a 'return gun,' straight in front of us. His eyes glowed with ferocity, and his mouth gasped as if to eat us. Finally, I was a little scared. I waved my hand and said, 'dear dog brother, we have something to discuss! Don't be so heartless! 'as he spoke, he retreated, but he kept up step by step. Su Dongsheng and I were scared. We looked at each other and ran. We ran and yelled: "help! Help! '
Our cry for help startled the mother upstairs, in this critical moment, mother did not know when to block the pursuit of the mad dog. When we came to our senses, we found my mother sitting on the snow, covering her left leg with her hand. The mad dog has gone somewhere. I ran up to my mother and asked, "Mom, are you ok? "My mother touched my head and gasped," it's OK! 'I think my mother may have been so scared that she didn't answer the question. Later, I learned the deep meaning of the words "nothing is better" that my mother said.
I've heard my grandmother say that my mother was a coward when she was a child. What caterpillars, ants and other small things, if she saw, she would be scared to cry, and sometimes would hide in her grandmother's arms. Now, this' coward 'is so brave and brave in front of his son.
Often think of these, my tears lost my eyes, I have to be deeply moved by this great maternal love! Part 2: Fairy Tales in the snow covered the fields with snow?
God, it's far away. The ground is wide. In the wilderness, white and quiet.
No, no, it's not quiet. Listen, there's a lot of noise coming from afar.
On the snow plain, the sound spread far and far, really, listen, the Yellow voice of the dog, the laughter of the monkey, the meow of the cat flowers, the continuous sound of the lamb spirit, and a person with a coarse voice occasionally called, which made everyone laugh. By the way, he is Han Han pig.
This group of small animals like to play, playing tricks, such a large field, do not come to play, how to do, so, everyone came to play.
What to play with, ha ha, so much snow, of course, is to play a snowman!
Pinch a small snowball, roll to the ground, roll into a big snowball, the snowball can't roll, it doesn't matter, there are Han Han pigs!
Han Han pig said: 'it doesn't matter. Let me do it! 'he pushed the snowball around, and in a short time, he made a huge snowball, the size of a desk.
The little animals began to bite their ears and whisper.
The little dog Huang Huang and the little monkey bit their ears and whispered & hellip; & hellip;
Xiaomaohuahua and xiaoyanglingling bite their ears and whisper & hellip; & hellip;
Big snowball, repair it, put a small snowball on it, scrape the branch, here, it is done!
What's it like, Han Han pig, everyone yelled, "Han Han pig, do you look like you? '
"Hey, I said you were biting your ears, so you wanted to be a Han Han snow pig! let me have a look. Well, bigger belly and smaller eyes. '
Han Han pig started to work as soon as he said it. He grabbed a snowflake in his hand and patted it on his stomach. His eyes, he changed a smaller stick, which was still curved and made his eyes. Everybody come and enjoy it.
'Han Han snow pig with strength. '
'a good tempered Han snow pig. '
'Han Han snow pig. '
All of us are just looking at Han Han snow pig, but we don't pay attention to Han Han pig. When we look back, Han Han pig is gone.
'Han Han pig! 'They called, and at last they found him in a corner.
'what are you doing? 'everybody asked
'everyone is tired and sweating. Isn't it cold? So, I'm looking for dry wood to make a fire for you! '
When the fire was on, everyone danced around the fire. Suddenly, they heard their parents calling for the animals. The little animals just came home
Han Han pig in the snow, looking at everyone, eyes are Mimi, like to everyone smile! Chapter 3: fairy tale of snowy days. When snow comes, how to stay with snow. The soft water and warm mountains of the south of the Yangtze River have been looking forward to for a long time. When it is warm, people will no longer be attached to it. There is only one place in my heart. There is no car exhaust, no fireworks in the day. I can't hear anyone except the cold and humid breath. In addition to me, I can only lift my face to snow and the sky's emptiness. In my heart, there is only snow and your place like me.
Snow, happy snow, scrambling to find the only red umbrella in the world. They recognize the umbrella. They are the snow that I met in Shuofang. This winter, I come back to me from the distant sky. They are very few in the snow all over the sky, my old knowledge. As an old friend of snow, I let me be red to welcome them and live in my skin.
Cold, so deep, deep enough to enter, but sweet and comfortable, people not only do not want to wrap themselves up, but also all open, but also rich mint to join in, so that the huge cold moist snowy day immediately pour in, from the inside to the outside to clean up life. So I heard myself say in a low voice: cold is beautiful and I like it. Snow is the best place to get close to the cold.
Go deep. Gradually, everything is separated and hidden, hidden into the soft, do not know or hear outside, only wholeheartedly back to their own. So quiet, the world is no longer, only a frame of fairy painting spread out under the winter sky, only I listen to each other in the painting with snow and winter. And when the snow was so fascinated by the situation that she forgot her words, she stopped. I know this is my best time. This winter's snow, I want to be the best myself in my heart.
After snow. The earth has become a powder, such as a sleeping baby, flawless soft, who can not go back, let alone me. How to go to the snow, with the snow, in the vast snow to write their own, put themselves into this beautiful winter. Only a line of crooked footprints is obviously disheartening. Even if I put down a few rolls and whiten my whole body, I still have a white smiling face. Even if the whole place is embedded in the snow and burned by snow, let the snow know my joy. Even if I give all the winter in my life to the snow, it is not enough to be happy. Only when we make snow together can we be happy.
Go into the snow. Let before all the thick branch details all return to silence, more and more deeply, re grow roots leading to spring. And the sun finally came, light on the snow. Snow warm, Qin water run, bright like Tao Wu from the eyes, like a sudden heartbeat answer. It was snow full of soft, bathed in the day of love, a comfortable sun on the ground, did not see me, not expected to be in front of you. Finally, the shop is too much, can not return, eyes are covered with tears. The snow is too soft, so soft that at this time, in addition to melting himself, how can it be. Hide in the trees, hide in the grass. Tomorrow I'm green, colorful to open, my mind, you can still recognize it?
By the time you heard that, I was already snowing. See you walk into the snow, know that you have received my invitation to put your windowsill outside your dream. At this time, in the bright silver wind, we say nothing but listen, such as snow and snow, and then like moonlight and moonlight. The time difference between winter and summer is only one day. No, it's less than a day.
God was very friendly this time, and finally it snowed. Although it was not big, it was also a reward for the snow man. However, the next day, the sun came out in a dramatic way. The sun is so bright, so brilliant, how can you imagine that the day before was a snowy day.
Snow, to me, symbolizes fairy tales. Maybe it's the color of snow that can make me dream endlessly. For a long time, there is no snow. I look forward to it for a thousand years, and my soul seems to wander for a long time. Too long expectation makes me very happy. At the same time, I also cherish it. Every breath is afraid of melting a snowflake, and every footprint is worried that it will trample on a beautiful scenery. So, every breath slowed down, every footprint reduced the area, I want to use this naive practice, let snow accompany me more time.
But God took back our reward mercilessly. Well, snow angel is always there. Even if she only stays in my heart, I can feel her happiness. One day, if she asked me why I like snow. Will tell her, I like fairy tales, and believe that there are fairy tales in life, as long as we pay attention to them. Even if it's ugly, I think I'm also a fairy tale. To be exact: one flower, one world, one person, one fairy tale. What happens in life is more or less a bit of fairy tale charm, but they usually do not pay attention to it.
The sun is in the sky again. Warm to shine on us, but melt the snow, although I have the heart, but powerless. Perhaps, the sun is not wrong, God is not wrong, snow is not wrong. There are too few mistakes and not many right ones. Maybe I was wrong. It was a beautiful mistake at the beginning. Why give me this snow, but it is so short. Do I hate God? No, I don't hate him. I'm afraid I can't even see a snowflake without him. Hate the sun? No, I don't hate him. I can't infringe on his right to light the world for his little wish. Hate snow? No, I'm less likely to hate her. If you want to hate, you can't hate it. Ha, you're kidding. How can you hate the fairy tale you expect? I can't do it. I really can't.
There are many beautiful mistakes in life, just like snow melting away? Although it is heartbreaking to have them, they are all very beautiful, at least when fairy tales appear or are not found. Maybe we always complain,