Who knows some sentences in Lu Xun's Winter in Jinan and Snow?

Best of all, it snowed a little. You see, the dwarf pine on the mountain is getting darker and darker, and there is a bun of white flowers on the top of the tree, like a Japanese wet nurse. The top of the mountain is all white, and there is a silver edge on the blue sky. On the hillside, there is thick snow in some places, and grass color is still exposed in some places; In this way, one is white, the other is dark yellow, and the mountain is covered with a floral dress with water patterns; Looking at it, this floral dress seems to be blown by the wind, which makes you want to see more beautiful goatskin. As the sun sets, the yellowish sun shines obliquely on the hillside, and Bo Xue seems to be suddenly shy and slightly red. It's just a light snow. Jinan can't stand heavy snow. Those mountains are too fragile. Ancient Jinan, the city is so narrow and spacious. There are some small villages lying on the hillside, and there is some snow on the roof of Xiaoshuzhuang. Yes, this is a small ink painting, or it was painted by a famous Tang Dynasty artist. What about water? Instead of freezing, it is steaming on the green algae. Seaweed is so green that it takes out all the green stored all the year round. The clearer the sky, the greener the algae. With these green spirits, the water can't bear the ice on its heart. In addition, weeping willows with long branches need to be photographed in water. Look, slowly rising from the clear river, the sky, mid-air and sky are so clear and blue from top to bottom, and the whole is an ethereal blue crystal. In this crystal, there are red roofs and yellow grass hills, like small gray shadows of flowers on the carpet; This is Jinan in winter. The rain that warms the country has never turned into a cold, hard and brilliant snowflake. Well-informed people think he is monotonous. Does he feel unhappy? The snow in Jiangnan is very beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. Butterflies really don't exist; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms. But my eyes seem to see flowers blooming in the snow in winter, and many bees are busy flying. I can hear their buzzing sound. Children's hands, red with cold, are like purple bud ginger, and seven or eight of them get together to make snow arhats. Because it was unsuccessful, whose father also came to help. Lohan is much taller than children, although it is only a bunch of small tops and big bottoms, and finally it is unclear whether it is a gourd or a Lohan; But it's white and bright, and it's glued together with its own water, and the whole ground shines. The children made his eyes with longan seeds and stole rouge from his mother's powder and put it on his lips. This time it's really a big arhat. He just sat in the snow with burning eyes and red lips. The next day, several children came to see him and asked him. By the way, he clapped his hands, nodded and smiled. But he finally sat alone. Sunny days come to soothe his skin again, and cold nights freeze him and turn him into an inconspicuous crystal shape; The continuous sunny days made him want to know what it was, and the rouge on his mouth gradually faded. The snowflakes in the north, flying around, will always be like powder and sand, never sticking together, and will retreat on the house, on the ground and on the hay. That's it. The snow on the house has faded because of the warmth of the fire in the house. In addition, on a sunny day, a whirlwind suddenly came. It flew vigorously, shining brightly in the sun, like a fog with flames, spinning and rising, permeating space; Let the space rotate, rise and twinkle. In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, it is the spirit of rain that shines and rises ... Yes, it is lonely snow, dead rain and the spirit of rain.