阴霾的天空中,雪花像一羽羽的鹅毛漫天飞舞,又似洁白的芦花,洋洋洒洒地到处飘荡。一片白色的世界,白皑皑的大地,远处只见农户的屋顶上,盖上了一层棉白的毛毯,古老斑驳的大树银装素裹,大雪压枝枝欲折,蜿蜒的小溪变成了银蛇。风雪中,一座古朴、庄严寂寞的寺院门前,伫立着一位老和尚,面对纷纷扬扬的雪花,双手合十,虔诚祈祷,深邃的眼睛中透出一道仁慈、睿智和带着伤感的眼光,默默地注视着前方,那眼 Haze of the sky, snow feathers like a feather goose flying, but also white aloe, eloquent floating everywhere. A white world, white and white earth, I saw the farmer’s roof in the distance, covered with a layer of white cotton blankets, the ancient mottled tree silver wrapped, heavy snow pressure branches, winding creek Become a silver snake. In the snowstorm, in front of an ancient, solemn and lonely monastery, stands an old monk. In the face of snowflakes, twists and turns of his hands, pious prayer, a merciful, wise and sad sight is revealed in deep eyes, Silently watching the front, that eye