Snow in the hometown

Snow in the hometown
Snow flake rush down one continuous moonlight white, she build, blow chies of high snow the Great Wall in courtyard already morning at mountain only last night. Have imbedded surprised tone in the greeting on the street. All noise of nature is concealed tolerantly in the snow flake depths, only stretch out ears, emerge from the children's joyous cry the very quiet snow, extend with a bunch of deep footprints by the village.
It is such a burst of heavy snow that blocks the traffic in the mountain, block people working hard for one year at home, smiling faces are printed on bright window dose one after another. The snow could regard as and have suspended meaning at last by noon. I have, step on with relation that go to work snow go town take car, bid farewell parents creep into arms for winter.
Feel at snowfield it walks to be so difficulting for the first time. It is snow caves not seeing the bottom behind, thin smile rose on the red face out unexpectedly. Come on the calm road after putting the rugged mountain path, turn one's head, lie in a small village under the towering jokul foot, castle, those is my hometown. The smoke from kitchen chimneys adding having a little at this moment a little more rises, oh, the world like poetic and pictorial splendor.
Because been worrying in the heart all the time to walked in the town by oneself it will be very far. The footprint is continuing being can not be still seen at the end of the way, the toe begins to feel and freezes. High I, bottom of precipice, turn round, stand firm, gorge leak a clear sky already over geological park. The white smoke curling upwards, the fog surrounded by mountains, the east precipice white snow on mountain crown of the head, pale sky, the world is monochromatic completely, no we will be assigned to, wash away the dust in the heart, condense the emotion in this world, I look at dull, I wonder anything, eyes ache a little. Open the eyes, there is not all, appear before eyes in the fairyland. The village can not see, the mountain of cloud accompanies the snow wanderingly, of hilltop where level varies rock in the sky, it is suddenly big, suddenly small, indistinct. On the mountain is another world, there is no worldly wisdom, have no separation and reunion, it is the paradise in the legend, inhabit grandfather that I pass away just only. It is cool on the face, I breathe out the one breath deeply, calculate and encourage oneself, because has crossed this precipice and seen uncompletely. Open the eyes again, a vast expanse of whiteness do not know to go there.
Step on gently, but the snow under the foot emits the clear and melodious laugh as tickling, let you can't bear to stain her again. But trembling on one's body at this momenting is chilly. Teeth want the joining in the fun of creak creak too once in a while. Still shade of the car did not appear on the road, already a bit disheartened, whether spoke boastfully with parents today, really want the original way to return to home not all rightly? Both legs begin to be sent and sunk.
In fact, all these have few relations, because this pure world attracts all my attention at the moment. In the North, the snow flake is easy to see, but the snow scenes, can often be appreciated. Small six mao snow flake is insignificant, but on the way, I saw everything that snow has covered the world, none has escaped. Is not this a kind of enormous strength? It is getting cold, he will form the ice and embrace closely together; The temperature goes up, she will turn into and hide angrily in the invisible corner. Someone say snow flake belong to transmutation! What great courage and suffering but this needs! Someone say snow flake afraid of the sun is! But does the solar energy cover the sky and the earth and stage a comeback preventing her another time?
Sky float, snow, spend, open palm catch one, watch her form carefully again at this moment, the hexagon is really very beautiful! Look carefully, I freeze red hand decline all over spirit beautiful! Today is frozen, but I reap the beautiful scenery unexpectedly. Life don't complain gain and loss very much, have good psychology, no matter beautiful scenery this nticipated, will always be in your appearance accidentally.
The weather has been never clearing up, but before coming at dusk, I heard the noise of the car. I think, will be a sunny fine day tomorrow.    

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