I am a forest ranger in the mountains.
It was dark early in the mountains, and the cold wind was blowing the dry branches of the hills, and there was a little fluttering in the silence. After running all day, I feel a little sore.
Since winter didn't snowed, the big sun everyday apartment central hk, its very dry, a bit not pay attention to, even one cigarette can cause forest fires, these days my colleagues and I every day to the mountains of the crowd spread knowledge of forest fire prevention, inspections, and up the hill to eliminate fire hazards. Today, when I told the school children about fire prevention, a little boy with a cold face and his nose asked me, "if I get snow, I'm not afraid of fire." I touched his little head, what a good wish, and I was looking forward to the snow, and all the foresters were looking forward to it.
There was no moon tonight, and the sky was overcast, and there seemed to be a sign of snow, and I was very pleased with it, and it snowed, and I could sleep well tomorrow.
I love snowy days. The mountains were beautiful then! The distant mountains, has been put on the silver, the snow protruding out more clearly the outline of the mountain Master of Architecture hong kong, just like a delicate claborate-style painting, every valley, every barrier, even every tree in sight, appears to be a hand can touch the pulse of the mountain, can feel the breath of the mountain. At this moment, the mountain was silent, the withered branches and stumps were dressed in white jade, pure and green.
Every snow, I would put on the red cotton-padded clothes, alone into the valley behind the our dormitory, both sides is the high mountain, the mountain stand rows of shiny tree, like soldiers who lined up neatly. Feet of snow, on a journey to "rattle" rang and walking here as to the pure fairy tale world, groove has a shallow river, every time charing after, I go to wash hands, now hidden in the thick snow, the water has not been frozen, also can see the ground water.
The low shrubs, on both sides of the path branches are frozen, shiny, wrapped up, people go in the past, "n oise" ring, don't hurt, also won't hang clothes Hong Kong serviced apartments, just gently touched, such as soft arms. Half-way up the mountain from the bottom, shoes, pants are frozen, but didn't feel cold, the body heat, remove the masks, gloves, and two, two, to indulge yourself, let me and snow melt together, to turn into a puddle of water or sunlight colorful bubbles, no snow days, won't have this to enjoy.
Snow, I am the parched breath of the land, I am that dry burning of the air, I am the hands of the prayer of the farmer, I am waiting for you! I hear your footsteps, but I can't see your face, I'm waiting for you on this cold night! My dreams must be snowflake.