It had been snowing  for three days. This morning, I had thought it shoud have been cloudy too. When I opened my eyes, I realized that I was  wrong. It was sunny outside. The bright light, intruding into my room through the orifices of  silk curtain, implied that today is a nice day. Had tolerated grim weathers for a while. I felt I was a pleasure slave who was emancipated at last. You can imagine my exciting mood at that time. I bolted out of my bed and put on my sports wear. I wanted to go out to breathe the sweet air purified by snow.

 

The past winter was a harsh one. Cold snap attacked the most parts of China tirelessly. Harbin, as a northernmost majoy city of China, born the brunt of cold fronts. Several days ago, it seemed that it was going to be warm but an unexpected lasting snow casted shadows on the way of uncoming spring.

 

It was rather bright outside. The sky was so clear that there was not a piece of cloud on it. The sun was still climbing on the pathway to his apogee. I had a deep breath with satisfaction and begun my jogging. But gradually, I slowed my steps and finally I stoped before  a flower bed in our resident zone. It was really a special scene spreading before my eyes, special and, because the aesthetic experience was intensely moving, in a way higher. It was a kind of scene  which was worthy of being appreciated slowly just like when you bump into a grassland which was decked with all kinds of flowers.

 

The hard-to-see clear air as well as the azure sky provided an engaging environment that in it, you would feel the world is so pure and serene. There were no dust and mist. As far as the air and the sky were concerned, you could only enjoy them on some islands in rolling Pacific. Because of the increase of temperature, it was about minus 7 Celsius degree and was mellower than before. In such a weather, only when you exposed your hands, couldn't you feel cold. Thick snow has blanketed the whole zone. Against the blue sky, it looked so white that it aroused an emotion in my mind. I understood why there were no clouds in sky, they had all flied down the mandane world  and decorate it into a fairyland. This thick white quilt wrapped the flower bed up tightly and I think it must be comfortable  if we had such a quilt. The snowflakes were very special. In the past winter, the snowflakes were usually  like salt powder. But this time, the snowfalks were all beautiful hexagons. It seemed that they were forged in same mould and then were scattered by God. Looked under the sun, they were like tens of thousands of little mirrors which were reflecting the sunlight briskly.

 

When appreciating the sublimely white snow, I thought of a tourist who came to Harbin several years ago from south China. He bursted into tears when he saw real snow the first time in his life. At that time, I couldn't understand why he had such an offbeat reaction. But now, I realized that the sublime beauty of snow touched him. When appreciating the sublimely noble snow, I thought of Yulong Snow Moutain in Yunnan Province. I begun to understand why people there calle her as holy mountain. I thought that the snow cap on the top of it must imbue it with a holy hue. When appreciating the sublimely pure snow, I finally realized why in people's mind that gown of goddess is white. Because white is the supreme representitive of goodness and love.

 

In this morning, for me, there was no jogging, but I had harvested a rare aesthetic experience. It was great.