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Snowing again, and it's a several heavy snow that haven't occuring in decads .
Snow is flying in profusions in the sky, drop merrily and lightheartedly. Float towards the branch and leaf, float towards the roof, float towards the path. The snowflake drops, has not melted yet, the heart has already begun to condense.
In memory, Shanghai has not put such a heavy snow. Meet with the snow once in a while, the snow flake only does transient stopover too, one day or two days. The happiness in those snow, turn into water in memory too, is dried by time. Fuzzy impression, just one kind is white, so many years passed by, in the trace of the snow flake, already penniless.
And it snows now, and the heavy snow for several days. Remember the teenager's snow, seems to always pass in waiting, the equally pure white happiness of snow is old and feeble to today in waiting too.
So many years pass by, the mood has had no pureness like teenagers yet, but met a heavy snow at last. The heavy snow come too late, in all virginity, young to become cigarette that turn one's head after the cloud already while being ignorant muddleheaded limpid, the snow came suddenly.
I make no adequate defense.
At night, sit on the windowsill, see the snow. It snows, slices, every one, close and numerous. Separate the moist steam on windowpanes, look greedily burning, the snow flake that the heart descends slowly and lightly at the same time is precipitated. At the time of peace and quiet, there is warm one kind, climb and stretch warmly along the vertebra. Believed at last that sang in a song, the snow let people have feeling waited for.
I am waiting for.
Snowing night,whose name is the quiet all around and,it watch by sign of People's Bank of China. The garden of the district, is covered by the snow, can not already distinguish the path, the flower bed enclosed on meadow and stone. Snow, dye getting white night dark, the world was suddenly getting bright. Sit in the windowsill like this, a kind of posture has kept for a long time. I do not know this kind of posture, it is still silence to wait for on earth. The snow making people quiet, shine in the heart, shiny.
Heavy snow make everything of this world dirty to cover, eyes only leave the simple part. A remote one pure white to raise, scratch with snow flake night quiet, I heard a kind of sound unseen for ages confusingly. It is a limpid laugh, and cheerful step, the shade of rolling and climbing on the snowfield in childhood, reflect it under the dim light of night outside window clearly.
A vast expanse of whiteness world, break to pieces snow in stretch. A lot of happiness passing, ride the snow flake, leave it on the champaign of the heart, pile up slowly. I know it outside window is unusually cold, and fall in the snow flake at heart, it is warm. So many year ice-bound purity, at night day and night in a cold winter, in the boundless and indistinct white snow, melted.
At this moment, I had feeling shedding tears. That is happy, after the snow flake is dissolved, water turned into. I am looking at the snow flying confusingly, condense water in the heart, I do not want to let it flow out. I am afraid the happy water, will do witheredly in the twinkling of an eye in true world.
At snowing night, want to go out and look for the feeling many years ago and still lose the inspiration in a long time for a walk. The snow in the impression, has sagacity, is still keeping poesy about the snow in memory.
Remember a lot of year, watch Sichuan end " snow country " of Cheng Kang, so clean and hollow, the pursuit in helpless, it is futile and sentimental to dimple one protrudingly. After a lot of years, personage and plot in the novel, also dimly visible in memory, but no longer so clear. There is only snow of snow country, slices, glitter sparkling and crystal-clearly before eyes so far. A young woman's face, is shone upon purely and paly by the snow flake. Pursuit sink into, and perplexed, carve in the snow taking one ground floor dance love and agony of Ji, pure white and pain is clean and hollow.
Snow country so remote from me, snow snow of country can the sky in Shanghai will descend slowly and lightly either. And I only sit in front of the window, think of the clean snow. The feeling many years ago, was in fact a feeling of the dream. The dream at that time, the same as snow at this moment too, pure white and pure, and I am looking at the same snow, the heart has had no feeling that chased the dream many years ago yet.
Snow, after going over for many years, makes people calm.
I am waiting for. Wait for the teenager coming up in the snow, wait for the dream in the snow, wait for pleasant sensation chased in the snow.
The snow outside window, bigger and bigger, close and numerous, let me not see the distant place clearly. They disease speed drop, expression in one's eyes of me, grasp it among them one, grasp it a certain twinkling of an eye not dropping. A clean characters of their only picture, has floated from my optical fundus, the pure white light flashes, it is only each disappear in the twinkling of an eye, there will be trace.
Characters, can only tell the dream, but catch the bit while dreaming of, like the pursuit of the foal in " snow country ", clean, but hollow.
And I stand up hollowly clearly in the calm snow.
Open the music, the earphone beyond the Great Wall. One's own posture in front of the window that I let, no longer ice-cold. There is company of music, the heart is steady and sure, endless inanition, will be fill-uped by the music.
See the snow flake to chase in the music, dance, it is sentimental in all snow, magically change into the poesy of the snow dance.
Agree to ride the snow with two hearts
Make an appointment in that season when embraces
In song, my heart rides the snow too, make an appointment with one snowing night. Needn't go out for a walk, both feet can be in the street of the city, imitate the path of a thousand mountains, in the cold river going before millennium, meet the old man who angles the snow by chance. I do not want to benefit from celebrity, only want to talk about the dream in the snow to him, there was that teenager many years ago, chase the persistent and ideal of the characters.
The bird before millennium has already flown definitely, it can not fly into the city. Tonight in Shanghai, there is several heavy snow not occuring for ten years, I think, the snow is the same as millennium ago, clean with poesy, sentimental and lonely.
But tonight, I only want to imitate the old man in a cold river, wrap a rain cape made of straw or palm bark, with lofty sentiments of angling the snow not dying out yet, tonight in several heavy snow not occuring for ten years, angle an eternal poetic masterpiece, settle my dream about the characters many years ago.
It means parting to snow at last
The snow of my wish does not know how long does it take to just dissolve
Song ended suddenly, the music began the blank of the intermittence too. I am looking at the snow outside window, know I and the meeting by chance of snow, just a kind of chance.
There is snow in Shanghai tonight, and several heavy snow not occuring for ten years. I do not have any that plan, some make no adequate defense. I sit on the windowsill, see the snow. I know, the snow of tonight, and millennium former look, I am in the snow of tonight, having wanted to be numerous for a long time, there is sentimental disppointment, there is warmth of remembering too. The snow just in the city, take the picture and does not see the fatherless boat and cold river.
It was snowing at last, a heavy snow while waiting, did not come taking precautious at all after many years, and I have been already old in waiting, have lost pure white and pureness like the snow flake. There are only hearts, was still engraving the pattern of the snow flake many years ago dimly.
Several heavy snow not occuring for ten years, should be over eventually. In decades, I will also meet with a heavy snow. Unless at that time, I already the old,can in,can have the same as tonight, watched by snow by windowed. The dream in those snow, there is eternal poetic masterpiece in snow, decades later, what look like will be become wan and sallowly.
In the snow of tonight, I am unable to imagine.
The snow at night, the cruel underground. I lie awake all night, perhaps there is heavy snow of once only in all one's life to wait, I do it in this way, for observe snow remaining some is pure white. At the night of heavy snow of these chance, what I observed is the pure white part in my life.
The snow will stop daybreak before. I know, after the snow has stopped, mean one to part. Part and have nothing to do with the city, with having nothing to do flourishingly, with having nothing to do lonelily. There are many kinds of postures of departure, in all one's life, all of us are using different postures, part ceaselessly.
Snow, leave it in this world, will not be dull too for a long time, it will melt. As water pure white and pureness, forgotten this world dirty.
Then make sorrowful farewell with the snow, in order to the posture of lying awake all night, finish the wish in the snow.
I go to sleep in front of the window, wake up in front of the window.
When the snow condenses, condense my heart too.
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