The first snow this year is earlier than in previous years.
Years of wheels just rolled into November, the beginning of winter has not yet arrived, the temperature is not very low, although the leaves have turned yellow, but there are still shallow green stubbornly unwilling to fade, and even some beautiful girls have not yet shed the stockings on their legs. But this year’s first snow is already impatient.
Wake up in the morning, draw the curtains, do not see the sun is shining, do not hear birds chirping, even the wind does not see a trace. The whole sky was grey and cloudy, overlooking the earth. The mountains are solemn, and the faces and the sky are opposite; the trees are dignified, and the eyebrow is very gentle. Normally the most noisy leaves, at this time also no longer talk to each other, like a pupil who made a mistake, a listless and honest stay there.
Imperceptibly, the humidity in the air is getting stronger and stronger. First, the tiny and tiny rain wire is so small that you can’t see it until you can’t detect it. Look down at the ground. Some places have shown slight water stains before they are sure to have rain. Slowly, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, but it’s still not urgent. It seems like a cicada’s wing drifting through your eyes, holding your mood and vague your dream. What falls on clothes, disappears in a flash, falls on your head, gathers on your eyebrows, between your hair, and forms tiny droplets of water, hanging there like pearls.
At the moment of your slight inattention, perhaps in the blink of your eyes, the first snowflake is mixed in the rain filament, surrounded by small raindrops, and finally falls down, like a fairy flying out of the sky. It is not as soft and light as spring snow, nor as hard as winter snow, so cold. When the six flies fly into the house, they sit to see the green bamboo changing into the Qiong branch. In the passage of time, autumn and winter have achieved the perfect seamless docking. Soon more and more small snowflakes, instantly has been like a girl scattered flowers, mixed in the drizzling drizzle, one after another falling from the sky. At this time, in the distance, the mountains have begun to become hazy, like Chinese ink painting layers of coloring rendering, gradually fading out of your sight. Nearsightedness is like a big meteor shower in the stillness of rain and snow. In this dynamic and quiet Zen, no matter who you are, you can’t help closing your eyes and silently granting a good wish and wish in your heart.
There is still no wind to envy the rain and snow. Raindrops and snowflakes are making the last kiss. It fell on the leaves and soon melted into water. The more it gathered, the more it slowly gathered at the edge of the leaves and hung at the tip of the leaves. It’s like tears in the eyes of lover at the time of parting from life and death, touching the yellowing leaves; it’s like dew on willow leaves in Guanyin’s hands, trying to wake up the once green life and the once romantic heart. But it can’t be achieved, so we have to jump down and disappear in the soil, and the yellow leaves just move slightly, and soon become calm again, like an ancient and clear heart, although there are slight waves, but quickly see through the world.
The rain finally stopped, leaving only the snow falling faster and faster, the snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, one after another in mid-air deduction of the world’s flashy and noisy. Some, like a quiet girl, fall down straight on the ground, on the roof and on the leaves, while others, like naughty children, run around in the air, pulling other people’s skirts from time to time, touching other people’s fingertips; others, like acrobats, have to flip in the air and finish it. After a few breathtaking actions, the ground fell to the ground. Looking at this time, the mountains have long disappeared, the earth and the sky are integrated, then you really understand the real meaning of chaos in the beginning of the world floods. The houses were covered with quilts, the trees grew white, and the leaves hid under a thick layer of snow. They were no longer quiet as water at last, but fell into deep thinking: to persist in staying on the branches, to accompany the late autumn with the last fireworks, or to leave the trunk and turn into soil for the coming year’s prosperity. Thriving and accumulating power?
Before long, the snow stopped quickly, the clouds and clouds dispersed rapidly, and nature resumed its broad and high attitude. The sky showed a clear blue in the past, such as washing. At this time, the earth is white, reflecting a dazzling light, like a token to the world: from then on, the God of the dark will take over everything in the world. Look over the horizon and fill up with silver dressing. New snow, bright sunshine hanging high, below the powdered jade, bright and uniform, above deep and clear, fine clouds are not dyed, a girl dressed in powder, skirts swinging gently, smiling to you, in this crystal clear empty world, what kind of a perfect fairy tale. But just outside this fairy tale world, there is a kind of sentimental breath gradually approaching, and the gloom is perfunctory. A leaf fell from the tree, wet, with the perseverance of the big tree, turning in the air and landing quietly on the ground. Like a wanderer from home, at the moment when he turned to leave his native land and gradually drifted away, he looked back and saw that his eyes were filled with tears.
In the past, I went to the willow, and now I came to think about it.
The first snow this year is earlier than in previous years. The first snow, winter’s youth, with surprise.