In the deep winter and the end of the year, Zhou Ning's mountain village is still warm as spring

In the deep winter and the end of the year, Zhou Ning's mountain village is still warm as spring. In these quiet and long days, I went to He Xi. The clear stream winds through the village, with ancient houses from the Ming and Qing Dynasties scattered on both sides. A gentle breeze blows over the stream, and a few red leaves quietly fall. Walking along the bluestone path by the stream, passing through the old houses one after another, those faintly visible carved beams and painted buildings seem to be telling the glory of the ancient village in the past. The ancient Three Immortals Bridge spans over the stream. The warm sunlight penetrates through the window lattices and ripples on the bridge, gradually dyeing the bridge orange. Walking on the bridge, bathing in the winter sun, listening to the old man's chanting, at this moment, my heart is so peaceful. Passing through the bridge, along the stone steps lined with green bamboo, climbing up the hill on the shore, I encountered the most beautiful primary school in my mind. The tall French sycamore, the path full of yellow leaves; the school building full of the Republic of China style, the quiet corridor in the sunset; and the courtyard wall covered with green vines, all make me linger and reluctant to leave. The evening clouds gradually recede, and the setting sun hangs obliquely. Walking out of the school gate, accompanied by a cat, overlooking the ancient village in the twilight. The sparkling stream is like a silver ribbon surrounding the old village, the ancient houses with yellow walls and black tiles are more peaceful and tranquil in the afterglow of the sunset, vaguely like the scenery of my hometown in my dream. The mountain is dark at sunset, and the lights are dim. The past follows the wind, and the winter is peaceful.