Chapter 10 Snow

The rain in warm countries has never been transformed into icy, hard and brilliant snowflakes.Well-informed people find him monotonous, but does he himself feel unfortunate?The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is extremely moist and charming. It hints a message of youth, as fresh as the skin of a vigorous maiden.In the snow field, there are blood-red orb camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with faint green in white, and deep yellow plum blossoms with chime mouths; there are also cold green weeds under the snow.There are no butterflies; whether the bees come to gather honey from camellias and plum blossoms, I can't remember exactly.But before my eyes I seem to see winter flowers blooming in the snowy wilderness, with many bees flying busily to and fro, I can hear their droning and droning.

Children breathe into their cold-reddened little hands, which are like purple ginger buds, and seven or eight of them come and mold a snow arhat.Because it was unsuccessful, someone's father also came to help.The arhat is molded to be much taller than the children, and although it’s just a small pile on a big pile and I finally couldn’t tell if it’s a gourd or an arhat, it’s very pure white and very bright, and it uses its own moisture as a cement, and the whole is shining. Earth gives birth to light.The children used longan kernels to make eyes for him, and stole rouge from someone's mother's dowry to paint their lips.This time it is indeed a big Arhat.He also sat in the snow with burning eyes and red lips.

The next day several children came to visit him; he clapped his hands, nodded, and giggled.But he sat alone at last.The sunny days came to dissolve his skin again, the cold nights made him freeze again, turning him into an opaque crystal, and the continuous sunny days made him a man who didn't know what to count, and the rouge on his mouth faded away. However, the snowflakes in Shuofang are always like powder and sand after flying, they will never stick together, they are scattered on the house, the ground, and the withered grass, that's it.The snow on the house has already been digested because of the warmth of the fire of the people living in the house.In addition, under the clear sky, when the whirlwind comes suddenly, it flies vigorously and shines brightly in the sun, like a thick fog enclosing a flame, spinning and rising, filling the space, causing the space to spin and rise to flicker.

In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, the spirit of rain is shining and rising... Yes, that is the lonely snow, the dead rain, the spirit of rain. January 18, 1925