Beijing is the unity of classicism and modernity, and historic sites are the concentrated expression of an ancient civilization. I don't like visiting ancient times very much, not to completely deny ancient civilization, but to see something that shows the spirit of feudal autocracy makes me uncomfortable, which is related to the freedom, equality and fraternity I advocate. Modern people who have lived in Shenzhen for several years have long been accustomed to it, so I'd better enjoy the natural scenery that has fascinated me for a long time!
I have long known that the winter temperature in Beijing is often around-10 degrees. In addition, the northerners in the movie wear quilts in winter, and the whole person feels scared except for the eyes, so I bought a thick Boston down jacket before winter and made full psychological preparations. Because the air in Beijing is very dry, I feel that Beijing is far less cold than the south at the same temperature. It's just that the exposed part blown by the strong wind is really stinging and numb, but my body doesn't feel very cold. It was not until one day at dawn that I inadvertently stepped on the broken ice on the edge of the road that I suddenly realized that I had stepped on the winter in Beijing. It is so gentle to me, just like a gentle and beautiful nurse aunt giving an injection to a child who is afraid of needles, and completing the injection before the child locks his brow and gnashes his teeth.
Trees in Beijing have fallen leaves in early winter. Looking up at the branches of a tree is like planting a root in the sky, which makes you unable to understand the difference between heaven and earth for a while. I really enjoy this feeling, because the truth and misunderstanding are not important at that moment. Only on snowy days, these leafless trees, like flowers, are flying in the sky and have long assumed the posture of spring flowers. Unfortunately, the raging north wind doesn't know how to cherish jade, and from time to time, it rudely wakes up their spring dreams.
Because the air in Beijing is dry and the temperature is too low, and the feet pass by the car, the snow in Beijing will not melt. It just keeps splashing, and the splashed snow just changes its foothold, so it is easy to accumulate, which will easily lead to traffic accidents for a long time. To this end, cars will be sprinkled with snow melting agent from time to time to smooth traffic.
Out of love for snow, I gently reached out and touched the falling snowflakes, but as soon as they fell into my palm, they disappeared instantly, just like strangers today. Once one side is active and enthusiastic, the other side is uneasy and panicked, thus avoiding it, so I gently carry it with the silence in my sleeve, which becomes natural and appropriate. To my surprise, when I studied it carefully, I found that it was a regular hexagonal beautiful pattern, just like a paper-cut window cut by an ingenious aunt. It is so elegant and wonderful that I can't help admiring the beauty of nature again. At the same time, it also gives me a cordial feeling about the great artists and scientists who have learned from nature at all times and at all times. Although they have never met me, they have always been my best friends.
There is almost no difference between the sun and the moon in winter in Beijing. In the gray sky, it looks like the eyes of an elderly mother. It is gentle, loving, peaceful and indifferent. Let your newly washed clothes freeze in her eyes, but it just dyes everything light red, makes snow like hibiscus and makes me fall in love. This faint red makes people feel happy, warms my heart and cheer me up.
Unconsciously, I stayed in Beijing for more than half a year and will return to the south in a few days. At this moment, the winter in Beijing in my mind is not the snow scene of the Forbidden City and other historical sites, nor the snow scene of modern wonders such as the Bird's Nest, but a loving mother who is looking closely and cutting pieces of hexagonal snowflakes to pray.