恒耀注册-第一场雪

2018-11-16    分类:恒耀操作系统    0人评论092次浏览

今年的第一场雪,比往年来的要早一些。

岁月的车轮刚刚碾进十一月份,立冬还没到,气温也不是很低,树叶虽然已经变黄,但是上面仍有浅浅的绿意顽强地不肯轻易褪去,甚至有些爱美的小姑娘还未舍得褪下腿上的丝袜。但是今年的第一场雪已经迫不及待地来临了。

早晨醒来,拉开窗帘,不见阳光灿灿,不闻鸟语嘤嘤,连风也不见一丝。整个天空都灰蒙蒙的,阴沉着脸俯瞰着大地。远山肃穆,仰着脸和天空对怼;树木端庄,低眉敛首地倒显的格外温顺。平时最闹腾的树叶,此时也不再交头接耳,象犯了错误的小学生,一片片无精打采老老实实地呆在那里。

不知不觉中,空气中的湿意越来越浓。先是极细极小的雨丝,小到你看不见,细到你察觉不出来。低头看看地面,有的地方已显现出了轻微的水渍,才确定有雨在下。慢慢地,雨逐渐大起来,但是仍不急,似乎是如蝉翼般飘过你的眼前,撩着你驿动的情怀,朦胧着你的梦。落在衣服上的,倏地一下便不见了踪迹,落在你头上的,汇集在你的眉毛上,头发间,形成极小的水滴,如珍珠般颤微微地挂在那里。

就在你稍不留神的当口,或许就是在你眼睛一眨的瞬间,第一片雪花夹杂在雨丝中,在小雨滴的簇拥下,终于飘落下来,如天外飞仙般翩然而至。不似春天的雪那样软,那样轻盈,也不象冬天的雪那样硬,那样冰冷。“六出飞花入户时,坐看青竹变琼枝。”在时光的飞逝中,秋冬季节就这样实现了完美的无缝对接。很快小雪花越来越多,顷刻间已象天女散花一样,混杂在轻飘飘的细雨之中,纷纷扬扬地从天空中落下来。此时,远望,高山已开始变得朦朦胧胧,象中国水墨画层层着色渲染一般,渐渐的淡出了你的视线。近视,则在雨雪的寂静交融中,象是下着一场盛大的流星雨。在这动与静的禅意里,不论你是谁,都会忍不住轻轻闭上眼睛,在心中默默地许下一个美好的祝福和心愿。

仍然没有风嫉妒雨雪的缠绵,雨滴和雪花也在平静地做着最后的吻别。落在树叶上,很快全融化成水,越聚越多,慢慢地在树叶的边缘聚集成水珠,在叶尖处悬挂着。象是生离死别时恋人眼里的眼泪,感动着已经发黄的树叶;又似观音手中柳叶上的神露,欲重新唤醒那个曾经绿意盎然的生命,唤醒那颗曾经浪漫如火的心灵。但是终不能实现,只好一跃而下,消失在泥土中,而黄叶也只是微微一动,很快地又趋于平静,象一颗苍古清矍的心,虽稍有波澜,但是却很快地看破红尘与世无争。

雨终于停了,只剩下雪越下越急,雪花也越来越大,纷纷扬扬地在半空中演绎着尘世间的浮华与喧嚣。有的如娴静的少女,一声不响地直落下来,径直落在地面上,屋顶上,树叶上;而有的如调皮的孩童,在空中跑来跑去,不时拽一下别人的衣襟,触踫一下别人的指尖;还有的如杂技演员,非得在空中飞速不停地翻转,在做完几个惊险绝伦的动作之后,才意犹未尽地降落在地面上。此时放眼望去,高山早已经不见了踪影,大地与天空浑然一体连成一片,这时你才真正理解了混沌初开天地洪荒的真正含义。房屋盖上了被,树木变白了头,一片片树叶躲在厚厚的一层积雪下面,它们终于不再心静如水,而是陷入了深深的思考:是坚持留在树枝上,陪深秋再来一次最后的烟花般的过眼繁花,还是离开树干,化为泥土,为来年的蓬郁勃发积蓄力量?

没多久,雪很快地停了下来,须臾,阴云也疾速散去,大自然又恢复了广阔高迥的神态。天空呈现出了往日里湛蓝的原色,如水洗一般。此时,大地白茫茫一片,反射着耀眼的光芒,象一道令牌诏告着天下:从此玄冥之神将接管世间的一切。纵目远眺,到处银妆素裹。新雪初霁,艳阳高悬,下面粉装玉砌,皓然一色,上面幽深澄澈,纤云不染,一个姑娘一袭粉装,裙袂轻摆,微笑着向你走来,在这晶莹剔透的空灵世界里,该是怎样一个的绝版童话。但是就在这童话世界之外,有一种感伤的气息渐渐逼近了,阴翳着敷衍开来。一片树叶从树上落下来,湿漉漉的,带着对大树的不舍,在空中翻转着,静静地落在地面上。象是一个离家的游子,在转身离开故土渐行渐远的那一刻,回首一瞥,泪水婆娑了眼睛。

昔我往矣,杨柳依依,今我来思,雨雪霏霏。

今年的第一场雪,比往年来的要早一些。第一场雪,冬日的芳华,带着惊喜,也带着悲伤。

恒耀招商注册主管英文翻译

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.

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