I went back from the office last night and was midnight. Going out of office building, thinking that there is a small snow grain falling, hitting his face. There is no light, and the ground is still dark. But I think, maybe began to snow.
Lying on the bed, I try to listen to whether there is snow falling. The inexplicable roar came from the ear, or even silent. Open your eyes in the morning, my first reaction is to see if there is snow. Sure enough, the house is already white, and the snow in the night has no sound, and the land is full.
Walking on the road to work, step on the snow. Some roads have been swept away, but they fell on a new layer of snow, there is no hierarchy on the empty space, keeping snow form, some of which left the footprints of the cat. I extended my hand, trying to pick some snow in my hand, but I'm just some small snow grains.
Such fine, plus the noise of the city, how can I hear the sound of the snow? That used to goose's snow, crystal and beautiful snowflake, and where the snowy voice, where is it?
I think this time, the old countryside is definitely a serene scene. In the snow, there is no knowing who is playing, and the hardworking people have cleaned the road, then he warmly warmly warmly in his own soil stove, or thinking about the past, or thinking next year. What kind of harvest year is. At this time, the village hugged by the snow is more like a sketch, simple.
And I am in a hurry, walking in the noisy of the city. There is no snow falling, only cars are impatient, people's complaints, and the dark sky under the dark sky.
