By the sound lens Gemini "ruffled feathers of the four seasons"
Fine snow in winter,
Late at night, hike up the fine snow outside the window.
Small glittering and translucent snowflake like petals scattered, quietly will dye group of green hills in the distance a piece of white.
Softly falling snow swirl to cover the night sky, originally the blinking stars seem to fall down slowly, with the attitude of unreal subduction in the quiet night.
The vast night sky, boundless snowfield flashing crystal radiance, as if it falls down and the stars are quietly hid in the snow, gently shine forth.
Once in the winter, aomori feather town after just like the boundless snow buried up, can't find a trace.
Can see, only the distance of endless, the feather mountains, its perennial shrouded in clouds looming peak, and the foot veils as filled the snow fog.
The moon that clear silvery sheen, as quiet as the soft feathers spilled on the white snow, the feather town after carve into an isolated, exquisitely carved snow country.
Aomori snow is very quiet.
Even the wind mixed with snow flop on the wooden window, is also a kind of strange and wonderful from the sound, very gentle.
In a piece of white snow, a remote and shabby cabin is warm orange light, like a lone star in the sky, to the snow around was a soft light.
In addition to this orange lights, the whole world is only the boundless snow and dark, as if heaven and earth are fused together, into a fantasy world.
Perched small snowflakes fell on the window lattice, haven't and others to see their shape, then quietly melted.
In addition to the fine snow left silently, and trace of tears generally small stain, no traces of anything they ever existed.
Clean and soft snow accumulation on the pine branches and courtyard stone lantern, like a voice of absorbed all, only in this isolated snow country to silence.
The house, a young couple is snuggling with sitting in front of the furnace.
The home in the town after almost isolated at the foot of the mountain of primaries, only by cutting wood and poor farming couple in green heavy cold winter, they have not enough wood to keep warm, also have no money to buy heater.
The cold is very penetrating in the snowy day, they were all wearing only thin clothes: husband wearing a grey cotton feather, wearing white leggings, dressed only in white socks feet did not warm enough bag;While his wife was wearing a little red water lines kimono, clipping simple almost no decorative cloth, waist also only wore a plain yellow belt cane.
But in the furnace of fire reflects the two quiet young face, no matter from the husband or wife's face, it seems, they all looked very contentment and peace, as if immersed in a very warm.
"Still cold?"
Fujiwara even in a low voice asked, as she hugged her arms young wife.
While the other meekly shook his head, gently on his chest, listening to the drums is generally low and strong heart.
As if for fear that he will leave, she quietly with her hands grabbed his clothes;The lovely gesture and facial expression, like clever birds generally provoking fondly.
Fujiwara held out his hand, with the poker upon several fields of furnace in the wood, so fire to more prosperous.He knew she had been afraid of the cold.
As he saw through his mind, fujiwara bell slightly tilting face, put his head into his bosom again by the by.
From wash very clean gray cotton weaving to feather a familiar smell, mingled with the faint scent and light of shittim wood, with the solid chest radiate temperature and strength together, making her feel safe and attachment.
Never put down the curtain of the window to the outside, the group of green and blue ink together in the night sky, soft snow swirl scattered quietly, like a soft fluffy feathers covered with earth.
Clean and soft snow is like a whole piece of smooth jade, appear abnormal white, and more presents the bright white snow in the distance.The pure colors like white blue, like a light blue mist from the dense out in the cold light of the silvery white.
"Under the snow as more big?"
She muttered in his arms.
"Up in the morning, here will become a piece of white again... just like and are separated from the whole world has come."
"Oh, probably."
Fujiwara even looked down and saw his wife that qing-xiu zhang beautiful face seemed to reveal a kind of unspeakable sadness.
Her eyes as if the into wrasse general bright and clear, clear spring, hope to get a glance at the bottom.
Therefore, even if she tries to look with a calm to conceal, the hint of sadness or like a breeze through, in two wang swing shining brilliantly in the spring of the ripples.
Looked at the implicit sorrowful sorrowful expression, fujiwara even couldn't help but feel a slight tingling in his heart, not more tightened held her arm.
If you can, how much he wants to get the sadness from her face always wipe ah.
At that time, who did not speak, two people like this to cuddle up to, quietly gazing at landing on Mars moving slightly in the furnace.
In short a few, two cups of hot barley tea is quietly aroma of rough.
Along the earthenware fired into the glass, white mist slowly rises and draw the hazy and beautiful patterns.Two warm fog blending together, together soon faded in the cold air.
"Have you heard of the legend, the bell?"
Suddenly, fujiwara even looked up and in a light voice said.
"In the snow day, can see a lot of things invisible at ordinary times."
"Aye?"
"You are not always ask me, why always can't see the highest mountain in the distance that the summit?"
Fujiwara bell nodded his head.
"The mountain...... where is the god's adult lives."
"Gods grace?"
"Well, in a long time ago, maybe even the feather town after there is no, here is a piece of white snow, nothing... from then on, adults have guarded the mountain here."
"It must be for a long time."
"Yes, dear god grace time longer than anyone else. Here, however, must have the god's adult can't let people see his dwelling place, to let in the mountains shrouded in clouds all the year round."
On hearing this, a little regret that qing-xiu zhang beautiful face.
"So...... but, the beautiful mountain peaks, but to hide in the snow, it's a pity, isn't it?"
"Oh, adult should think so too, feel some regret."
Fujiwara even smiled as she gently stroked his wife thin backbone.
"But, under a heavy snow days, I finished chopping wood in the mountain, is on the on the way back down the mountain, that the boundless snow fog has cleared away, I just looked up and suddenly saw peak......"
"Really? What is it like?"
Fujiwara bell some asked in surprise, his eyes wide open.
That clean and clear expression on his face, like a wet behind the children is not deep, looks very soft and innocent.
"You know that what is the highest mountain in the name, the bell?"
"Huh? It has a name?"
"Yes... ah, it is called the crane peak."
"... the crane to see peak?
Heard the name of this quiet and tastefully laid out, but she seemed to be shocked.
Fujiwara smile, she bowed her head gently kissed her hair.
"Yes, see the crane peak... because clouds scattered, after the appearance of the mountain is covered with the vast white snow, like a crane wings to fly, very, very beautiful."
The odd thing is that I don't know why, fujiwara bell a long time didn't answer.
"That... it must be very beautiful."
After a long time, she said quietly, at the same time his head into his arms.
"Well, very beautiful, it is not like this world beautiful snow...... when I was a child often listen to the elders said, snow is the god's adult gift. After all the snow buried up, will see the invisible things at ordinary times, also can have the miracle to come."
"Well...... everything is the vast snow buried up, look very clean, very beautiful."
It was as though she mused generally said softly.
"Yes, so after the snow next, can always see the most pure and beautiful things..."He paused, said in a very light tone.
"Ah, I once saw a snow woman?"
"...... snow woman? Really?"
Heard this, nestled in his arms fujiwara bell couldn't help to lift up your face, very looked at him in surprise.
"Snow woman is what kind of?"
Looking at those reveals a pure child and curious eyes, fujiwara even laughed softly.
"Snow female... was beautiful," he will help her down a wisp of hair after holding to the ear, said in a low voice.The embodiment of "her whole body, white like snow, very pure and beautiful, such as from heaven."
Heard this, innocent eyes looked at him in disbelief, revealing look as if some of the problems.
"When I met her was a very cold winter, all the snow. I was home cooking tea, she is dressed in white kimono, wearing a white silk cloth, like a bride wearing white pure, knocked on the door of my house...... she said, she got lost, can ask me at my house to avoid the storm..."
Haven't waited him to say that finish, she seem to react at once, immediately blush will face buried in his arms;While he endured the laugh, and continue to stride, as if nothing had to say:
"When he saw her for the first time, I paused, thought, whose young bride? This is how people ran out in such a heavy snow days? If you don't even know that such a beautiful wife to love, so as to me..."
Heard these words, she is embarrassed didn't dare to look up, with slender fingers tightly with his feathers, as if to hide the face in the broad shadow of feather sleeves that.
"Later, she was really become my bride."
He gently took her cheek, and whispered with a smile.
In the backdrop of the furnace that red light, fujiwara flush fluid white cheek the purples, beautiful eyes, as if with a general bright and transparent clear, clear spring water ying ying.Previously that full of sad expression on his face, as if is the delicate and charming hongxia dispelled.
"Meet of that day of, so it is snowing......"
Fujiwara sighs even though generally said, with long cocoon finger gently stroked her porcelain generally smooth cheek.
"How time flies...... now, you have been here for two years."
Some rough fingers lightly across tender skin and delicate petals and lip, as if there is a warm heat flux from two human body place through, bringing a is close to a melting limp and numb.
With generous hands respectively hold her cheek and brain after bun, then she bowed her head, and she is diffident to lift up your face.
Time seems to stop the passing by, everything is still in heaven and earth;Only the white snowflakes falling in silence as long as the soft feathers, quietly embracing a nestled inside house are silhouetted by the glow.
Among his fingers in her hair gently in the shuttle, inadvertently touched a cold.
It's her bun on a delicate silk flowers wooden comb, and she only decorations.
With red paint on the pile of wood, painted with beautiful gold thread and the pattern of the knot, inlaid with a blooming at the end of the wooden comb cncondom, appears classical and delicate and charming.
It was the spring of two years ago when they got married, he gave her the gift.
From now on, you use the wooden comb to dish up Bob, is my wife.
At that time, was full of white cherry blossoms in the courtyard someiyoshino sakura, he held her hand, will this put the wooden comb in her palm, gently and solemnly said.
Since then, she was not a day will long hair dish up, beautiful bun is decorated with the bright red wooden comb.
Suddenly, two years has passed.Her hair become longer, and this silk flowers wooden comb never fade, still shine.
Fujiwara even used to spoil the carpenter's finger flexibility that the silk flowers wooden comb will be taken down, suddenly, her hair dish a bun like smooth and soft as silk pour down.
"Even remove the wooden comb, put down Bob, you are still my wife..."
He gently as she brushed a few wisp of hair scattered on the cheeks, staring at the moist and clear eyes, whispered, and then he lowered his head, once again deeply kiss like the petals on the tender lips.
Reflected the leisurely falling snow outside the window, fidibus lamp candle will be a pair of tight cuddle shadow on the paper partition board, gently swaying, seemed unusually quiet and gentle.
The slightly shaking the snow of light and shadow, as if to silently recounting oath never separation.
Unconsciously, a drop of tears fell from her long lashes closed drip, general white cheeks quietly slipped down the snow, like silent thin snow, come and gone.
Out of the window, soft snow floated, will the distant mountains dyed a piece of white.
The vast sky, the swirl snow leisurely buried up aomori, turned into a real snow country.
Clean and soft, with all the voices of snow as if absorbed in the unreal snow world only silence.
In the feather at the end of the snow mountains, perpetual snow fog still hangs over the group of the scattered blue mountain, presented a hazy;There appeared to be so for an instant, but from that hung over the top of the clouds, faint show a white shadow.
Under the moonlight and dusk reflect that Snow White, glittering and translucent get rid of the crane presents the wings to fly, white feathers covered with clear silver light, beautiful.
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- dear god man.
- as a crane, but into human and he love me, can be forgiven?
- concerned about if one day, all this will be like unreal snow melt away from my hand and gone...
This is happy