Your Snow Blows Across My Wind

When he came, he brought the dry wind from western Sichuan, and I smelled the smell of snow in the wind. In the second week after finishing the postgraduate examination, my longing for Western Sichuan guided me to open this story. The man named Chen Ping rode towards Xu Yangshi in the coolness on horseback and walked towards me. Freedom suddenly took on a concrete meaning. Those dialogues with personal emotions, those little childish behaviors that only Chen Ze could understand, suddenly made the sentence "Chen Ze knew her a long time ago" in the copywriting seem so traceable. It turns out that no matter who it is, secret love has the same obvious and obscure clumsiness. Under the vast blue sky of western Sichuan, in the chill of the unmelted ice and snow, there is a unique B&B hidden. The beautiful B&B owner planted many beautiful flowers. As for Chen Ping, he is like the scenery in western Sichuan, with his deep eyes full of mystery. The word "" in my impression means quiet and low-key, and his name is also like his secret love, as silent as water, but as deep as the sea. His secret love is like the gentle breeze in western Sichuan, free and pure. It does not disturb anyone, but it lasts for years. In this land in western Sichuan, every traveler has his or her own story. They pray or pray, they stop or leave. Some of these stories are always blown away by the wind and no longer known. Chen Ping seems to be carrying his own story under his free and easy appearance. Thank you Rouse for bringing a story with the meaning of freedom and redemption, giving me something to look forward to this winter.

Women will always be put on various shackles, and they will always be treated cruelly. Just like what is said in the article, they get married at a young age without a diploma, regardless of real freedom, which will only trap their bodies but cannot control their hearts. But without courage, they will never get ahead, so we have to shout for it and fight for it. Fortunately, this road is difficult and no one gives up.

When he came, he brought the dry wind from western Sichuan, and I smelled the smell of snow in the wind. In the second week after finishing the postgraduate examination, my longing for Western Sichuan guided me to open this story. The man named Chen Ping rode towards Xu Yangshi in the coolness on horseback and walked towards me. Freedom suddenly took on a concrete meaning. Those dialogues with personal emotions, those little childish behaviors that only Chen Ze could understand, suddenly made the sentence "Chen Ze knew her a long time ago" in the copywriting seem so traceable. It turns out that no matter who it is, secret love has the same obvious and obscure clumsiness. Under the vast blue sky of western Sichuan, in the chill of the unmelted ice and snow, there is a unique B&B hidden. The beautiful B&B owner planted many beautiful flowers. As for Chen Ping, he is like the scenery in western Sichuan, with his deep eyes full of mystery. The word "" in my impression means quiet and low-key, and his name is also like his secret love, as silent as water, but as deep as the sea. His secret love is like the gentle breeze in western Sichuan, free and pure. It does not disturb anyone, but it lasts for years. In this land in western Sichuan, every traveler has his or her own story. They pray or pray, they stop or leave. Some of these stories are always blown away by the wind and no longer known. Chen Ping seems to be carrying his own story under his free and easy appearance. Thank you Rouse for bringing a story with the meaning of freedom and redemption, giving me something to look forward to this winter.

I think this article is green In this book, snow is something that the characters carry - parting and pain. But green is the way this book breathes - it's the way they still move forward in the wind and snow, it's the tree that still sprouts, and it's the first flower that blooms on the grassland. Green is not that there is no winter, but that winter will pass. Snow is static and covers everything; green is growing and comes slowly. As written in Chapter 3: "They still have time to travel across mountains and rivers to meet each other, and wait for wind and rain to fall in love." ——"Within enough time" is green. ——It's not about wanting it now, it's not about getting it immediately, but it's about knowing that there is still time, there is still a way, and there is still spring. Green is not without sadness, but something grows in sadness. "Sitting in the wind and snow at the foot of the mountain", the pain of the death of my friend becomes more intense every year. But the same person, in the same chapter, "The blue sky with floating white clouds, this is the world I have walked through again and again." ——The pain is real, but it is also real to still be walking in this world. It's like a pine tree in winter. Snow is heavy on the branches, but the branches are green. What color are crushes usually written in? Probably blue - melancholy, silent, like the deep sea. It may also be gray - I dare not say it out loud, it is suppressed in my heart, like a cloudy sky. In this article, it is green. This is not a reunion, this is just meeting the right you at the right time. 🤗 Because of the sentence "I started to wonder if there was a if, maybe I would hold your hand and walk and the winter would be over"—— "Hand in hand" can bring an end to winter. Because of the phrase "I saw you in a dream in a certain year and a certain month"—— I have seen it in my dream, but I am still waiting for it in reality. This kind of waiting is not gray despair, but green hope - I believe that one day, the people in the dream will come into reality. The copy reads "road copy". What color is the road text? Many people would say yellow - dusty, desert Gobi. Or blue—the road stretches into the distance and the sky is vast. The end point of a road story is usually not the destination, but what is found. The end point of this book is probably to find that "windless and rainless spring and summer" and find the green. "The pain of a friend's death becomes more intense every year" - grief is growing, but isn't this another form of "rooting deeper"? Because that person is still in my heart, the pain will not disappear, but will only become more complicated and heavier as my life extends. This is not black sadness, this is green sadness - it is full of vitality and grows with nostalgia. It's not the tender green of spring - that's not the texture of the book, it's too light. It's not the deep green of summer - that's not the temperature of the book, it's too hot. It was probably the green of pine needles - snow fell on it, but the green still showed through. Or it's the green of the grassland when it first melts - the snow hasn't melted yet, but the grass has already sprouted, and the white is green. The traveler "clothed in wind and snow" walks in such a scenery. That "gentle and considerate B&B owner" is waiting at the end of the road all spring and summer. The story between them is the wind blowing through the snow and the green sprouting under the snow. Although it is called "Your Snow Blows My Wind", although the cover may be white, although the beginning may be cold—— But after reading it, you will find that it is spring under the snow, and there are grass seeds in the wind. Then I will share my final feeling about this article. He seems to be trying to tell us from Chen Qi's perspective that sadness and hope can exist at the same time. From Xu Yangshi's perspective, we can be the one who sees and be seen by ourselves. And I also like how Xu said it was Chen himself who redeemed him, that's how it is.

The article says that Xu came here for freedom. I don't know if she has achieved true freedom, but I think she has a kind of innocence in her. Xu Xiangcao. When the grass is stepped on, you won't say "I feel so much pain and I don't want to live anymore." Grass just gets stepped on and continues to grow. The innocent energy in her body is the energy of grass. ——No matter what you go through, you are still willing to sprout. It's not "innocence" itself, it's "the energy of innocence". It is a dynamic thing, something that is still emerging. Freedom may not be "obtained" but "maintained". We usually think of freedom as: I want to go somewhere, what I want to accomplish, and who I want to get rid of. But Xu tells us: Freedom can be - to remain innocent after experiencing everything. Her parents planned her and did not let her become worldly. Running away from home did not make her cynical. Finding freedom did not turn her into an "I know what freedom is" preacher. She is still the one who asks, "Will the tree still sprout?" He is still the man who can see the snow-capped mountains on horseback in the windy weather. The same person who doesn't know the answer but is willing to keep looking. This is the strength of innocence. This is what freedom looks like. She had been planned by her parents for so many years and had been forced away for so long. It stands to reason that she should become cautious, worry about gains and losses, and become "I can no longer believe in my choices." But she didn't. She ran away from home to find freedom. She may not have found it, but she's still looking. She's not sure what true freedom is, but she's still trying. This is "innocent energy" - the courage of "I can still try" that has not been worn away by reality. Is she truly free? There is no answer to this question, because freedom is not a certificate, something that is "earned" and held forever. Peace of mind is freedom. Freedom is not permission signed by parents, Freedom is not the ease after the problem is solved, Freedom is - even when problems are still there, I know where my heart should be. Su Shi's "This place of peace of mind is my hometown". The original poem was written about a singing prostitute who lived in Lingnan with her demoted husband. When someone asked her "How good is Lingnan?" She said: "This is my hometown where I feel at ease." ——It's not that Lingnan is good, it's that my heart rests here, so this is my home. The same goes for Xu. She ran away from home in search of freedom. But freedom is not about finding a place and labeling it "free." Freedom is being in a place where the heart can rest. Even if this place is not the end, even if her parents still love her in the same way from far away, even if the conflict is still there—— But as long as her heart knows where to rest, she is free. The heroine ran away from home not to "win" but to "live". The author said that due to his own reasons, he was unable to express true freedom. I don't think it's freedom either, but it is wind. The author said that he could not write about true freedom - but perhaps it was precisely because he could not write about it that he wrote "wind". Because once freedom is defined, it is no longer free. But the wind is always blowing, always changing, and can never be caught. I feel like this article is divine What the Buddhists say is "Great compassion without predisposition, great compassion with the same body" - compassion that does not require a reason, and understanding that does not require a reason. Xu's divinity comes from his feeling for nature, snowy mountains and life. Xu's divinity existed before she met anyone. The way she looked at the snowy mountains, the way she felt the wind, the way she asked if the trees would sprout - these were all her own. She is like grass, like the wind. The grass does not need anyone to be green, and the wind does not need anyone to blow. Chen changed her, but she was still the same. She was sitting on a horse, the wind was strong, and she couldn't ride a horse. What she saw was: the snow-capped mountains were there, the wind was blowing, and life was flowing. It is a perception of the world itself, directed to no one. This is fraternity - not because we love more, but because there is no boundary between "I" and "you". Chen He is like a stone. Not that cold, heartless stone. It's the kind of stone that's always been there. The stone does not speak. The stone does not move. The stone does not explain itself. When the wind comes, it blows through it; when snow comes, it falls on it; when people come, they may sit on it and rest for a while before continuing on their way. Stones never save. But the stone is always there. He "waited silently." Stone's waiting is not the kind of "I'm waiting for you to come back" kind of waiting. The stone's waiting is: I am here, whether you come or not, I am here. He didn't know if Xu would come. I don't know when she will come. I don't know if she will leave again after she comes. He just sat in the snow and wind at the foot of the mountain, year after year. Clouds are flowing, people are moving, only stones are still. Xu is like grass, like wind. The grass will sprout and the wind will flow. Grass and wind are both things that "can move". And the stone will not move. So in this story, there is a person who can walk, passing by a person who cannot walk. She comes, she goes, she may come again. And he's always there. You ask "Will the trees here still sprout?"—— If Chen were a stone, trees would indeed grow next to the stone. He doesn't move, but he can carry. "The pain of his friend's death poured into him more violently every year"—— I thought this sentence was just sadness before, but looking at it now, it is also waiting. Because the death of my friend is a thing of the past, but the pain becomes more intense every year. He sat there alone, the past weighing more and more heavily on him. But he's still there. Stone is not flattering. It will not change its shape just because someone comes, nor will it catch up with someone just because it leaves. It is what it is in the wind and snow, and it is what it is in spring. Stone is reliable. You can lean on him without worrying about him falling over. You can leave without worrying about him disappearing. When you come back, he will still be there. Stones have weight. Chapter 2 writes about him: "Throwing aside his skin, he looks like a wanderer. He has a deep sense of story." The sense of story in a stone is engraved by the years, not spoken by oneself. He doesn't need to explain himself. He just needs to be there. Chen's "stone nature" is actually a kind of divinity. Divinity not only "sees" but also "is." Xu is the one who sees - sees the snow-capped mountains, sees the wind, sees whether the trees will sprout. Chen is the one who is "there" - in the wind and snow, at the foot of the mountain, where everything happens. The stone does not speak, but everything passes through it. Chen was sitting under the snow-capped mountains that Xu saw. One of them is gaze and the other is presence. ——"Your snow blows through my wind". If Xu is the wind, Chen is the stone. The wind will blow over the stones and snow will fall on them. The stone will not move, but the snow brought by the wind will cover it, melt it, and seep into it. "Your snow blows through my wind"—— It's Xu's wind that blows Chen's snow. Or is there Xu passing by in the wind and snow in Chen? Probably both. But the stone was always there. Waiting for the wind to blow, waiting for the snow to fall, waiting for the world to pass again and again. He is like a stone. The place is also very divine, like the snow-capped mountains. It's so high, so cold, so silent. A person stands before it, like a speck of dust. As soon as the wind blows, it disappears, and as soon as the snow falls, it is covered. This is insignificance. But—— It is in this place where people can disappear at any time, the grass is growing, the flowers are blooming, and people are walking. Some people died on it, but some people still went up. This is great. Snowy mountains refuse nothing. It accepts death as well as life; it accepts wind and snow as well as spring; it accepts people who sit dry as well as budding trees. This is divinity: allowing opposites to exist simultaneously. That sentence in Chapter 12: "He sat alone in the wind and snow at the foot of the mountain, and the pain of his friend's death poured into him more and more violently every year." He sat there, the pain getting worse with each passing year. But where he sat was at the foot of the mountain - the foot of the snow-capped mountain, where spring would come. The snow-capped mountains made him feel pain, but they also allowed him to sit still. The snow-capped mountains took away his friends, but they also gave him a place to sit. Zian is gone, but the grass is still growing. The flowers are still blooming. Whose head will "the first flower of this prairie" bloom on? "The tree here" still gets people asking if it will sprout. The snow-capped mountains did not stop growing because of the death of one person. This sounds cruel, but this is precisely the mercy of the snowy mountains - or, in other words, this is the truth of life. When a person dies, the snow-capped mountains remain snow-capped mountains. Spring will still come and the grass will still be green. It's not forgetting, it's existing at the same time: death is here, life is here; sadness is here, spring is here too. Grass, flowers, stones - all grow in the same place Snow mountains are not just about snow. There is soil under the snow, and there are seeds in the soil. When the snow melts, the grass comes out; when the grass turns green, the flowers bloom. Chen is like a stone, sitting at the foot of the mountain. Stones do not speak, but grass can grow next to them, flowers can bloom, and trees can sprout. Xu is like the wind, like grass, passing by here. She asked "Will the tree still sprout?" She felt the wind, snow and life. Everyone and everything is in the same snowy mountain. Snowy mountains accommodate everything. The snow-capped mountains do not speak, but they allow everything to happen to them. This is the "green story"—— The snow is white, but the story is green. Because snowy mountains are not only places of death, but also places of growth. Finally, "The Cangshan Mountain bears snow, and the sky is bright with candles to the south"—— The mountains are still there, the snow is still there. But it was daybreak. The same goes for this book. The wind and snow are still there, the loss is still there, and the silence is still there. But some people are asking "Will the tree still sprout?" Someone saw "the first flower of the prairie". Some people say, "Winter will be over as soon as we walk." It's not that winter is gone, it's that people who walk in winter can also see light.

Wow, I haven't ridden a horse yet, but I can already feel the breath of freedom through the screen 😚😚

Good little sheep, good Gesala, girls who help each other are the best 🌈🌈

I've got rhinitis. I'm going to take a day off and make up for my word count tomorrow. It's so uncomfortable. I want to cry [burst to tears] [burst to tears]

I hope Chen Ping can be a high-spirited young man and not be trapped by the past. I hope he can come out!

Hahahahahahaha, if you are afraid that people will leave, just chase them boldly.