Cold winter, a few people gossip. Idle, a turn, snow, is the first snow, fine broken broken floating, in front of the eaves, in the window, a white cover distant Xiu. The snow drifted over the treetops, over the eaves, and fell gently to the ground. As the tea faded away, the snow became heavier and heavier. A night of wind and snow, early in the morning, the courtyard, field, village slope a white. Leave too long, every snow has melancholy: the day silver paving, the wind sent snow and ice, the heart has sad news. If it is Jiangnan alley to meet the snow, hold an oil-paper umbrella, wandering and wandering, slow down, every step as if stepping into the landscape painting. Thin as gauze of cold mist filled the mountains, red walls and black tiles of the old house more quiet. Walking into the deep lane, looking at the narrow sky overhead, the mind is unconsciously immersed in the classical world. Take a boat, meet the cold river snow, mostly travel. Both sides of the green pine jade, white and green overlapping. Simply stop the boat straight down the water, with a raincoat, a bamboo hat and a bent fish hook, one after another in the snow alone fishing Hongbo, may meet a fresh fish. Move the ship to shore, a fire, cook fat fish, will be a few coins for a pot of liquor. When you listen to the boatman rifling about in the water and talk about interesting things about the country, you can clear up all the silence. In the mountains there is a hunter, with game on the tip of his shoulder, and ringing arrows in his waistband. The snow was bold, the songs were bright and the folk songs were strong, and the man marched to the wooden house deep in the forest. The snow is bigger and bigger, the low clouds outside the window, the snow dance back wind, the house and warm spring, pine flowers light explosion, barbecue flow incense. The man smiled at his sweetheart's rosy cheeks, although it is a desert mountain cabin, but do not have some warmth. There are hermits in the mountains to meet the snow. In the afternoon, they have leisure time and talk with their friends. Leisure time is easy, push the door to go, the sky has changed, deep clouds, snow. I had to return to my house, add more tea and incense, and continue my unfinished business. I slept in my clothes by the fire on my wooden couch at night, waiting for the rooster to wake me up. The snow was as big as a mat. She closed the door and leaned on the kang, holding a scroll of articles in her hand. After a while, the house is full of fragrant, less can not do some greedy worm. Listening to the wind knocking against the low window facing the wind, with still warm charcoal fire, drying the palm, knocking ice and ink, a new word on the paper ink dripping dripping. Spring is blurred, warm and cold when the snow, might as well throw away the umbrella, facing the wind blowing slightly cold, did not block strolling, into the "snow is too late spring, so wear court tree as flying flowers" poetry. Spring snow is very fine, not into pieces, silently over the mountains and rivers, there is a thin cold infiltration into the body. Then he hid in the warm pavilion and stroked his hair. His hands were smooth, and the smell of snow hit his face. When the painting room gets up in the morning, to report the snowflakes flying down, you can learn the style and elegance of the ancients, the high roller window window window window snow. When hungry, make a few dishes, hot pot of wine, or drink alone or three or five friends drink together. White snow flying flowers disorderly people's eyes, there is wine in the bottle to drown the sorrow, drink to love, indulge in singing, see "butterfly first turn curtain embroidery, Wan jade woman, back to dance sleeve", how unhappy? Most afraid of the snow alone, coincides with illness, clothes thin, with a quilt wrapped in cold shivering body. "The Yellow River holding soil can still plug, the north wind and snow hate to cut", the snow under the bigger, let a person especially panic. Thinking of the embarrassment of "brother cold brother does not know", although there is a jade tree to see in front of the court, but there is no rice and meat on the stove to cook, can only be consoled: the snow will stop tomorrow, deep winter spring is near. However, "chaotic mountain snow night, lonely candle strangers", any is a man of iron, also can not help but secretly sad, tears wet skirt bar.