这个冬天，来山上看一场雪

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冬日飘雪的山东，一片银装素裹，白雪装扮下的山脉更是千姿百态：山舞银蛇、原驰蜡象，透露着豪迈与洒脱；白雪红墙、小径足印，是大山婉约温柔的一面；千峰静默、草木不语，又添纯洁、静谧与空灵的气质。北国山川在千里冰封、万里雪飘中有一种不可言说的魅力。这份遗落于世外的美，只有反向而行的人才能发现。

泰山似乎与冬天有一种特别的默契，泰安的初雪总是离不开这里。洁白的雪花纷纷扬扬地从天空中飘落下来，带着些许俏皮，宛如美丽的银色蝴蝶在翩翩起舞，落在古建筑上、树枝上、盘道上。片刻之间，泰山披上银装，大地变成琉璃世界，似是画家精心绘制的一幅水墨丹青图，壮美而又深沉。在岱顶放眼四望，晶莹剔透的冰花挂满山顶，云雾偶尔飘过山间，如诗如画；红墙金瓦显得更加明艳，美丽壮观；普照寺、烈士祠、王母池的腊梅也迎雪绽放，为这个寒冷的季节增添了勃勃生机；偶有游客踏雪寻梅、嬉雪拍照的身影闪现，反倒成了画中最灵动的存在。

拥抱一场雪，是蒙山过冬必须有的仪式感，蒙山的每一场雪，都是一首向自由奔赴的诗篇。不管是云蒙、龟蒙还是天蒙，蒙山的雪总是分外妖娆，它毫不吝啬地慢慢装点着山川、大地、房屋、树木，将整座山粉饰成冰雪世界的模样。“浓霜中夜零，千林成雾凇。”在高山冷风的吹拂下，水汽凝华成凇花，似花非花、似雾非雾，积聚于松柏与山石上，就成了奇异无比、美轮美奂的雾凇景观。高空俯瞰，满目玉树琼枝，朵朵凇花缀满枝头，一树树、一丛丛，临寒摇曳，宛如人间仙境。

崂山的浪漫来自山海，也来自素净的皑皑白雪。寂静的夜里，一场不惊扰美梦的雪悄悄抵达崂山，令这座海上仙山如开滤镜一般，美不胜收。雪后初霁，阳光穿山过水照进山间，群峰宛如被镶嵌上金边，盛开的冰花闪烁耀眼，它们虽然没有百花的姹紫嫣红，却独有一份冰清玉洁，让崂山的仙气中又多了几分优雅。

都说北方的冬天是旅游淡季，而九如山却从瀑布观景季跨入冰雪狂欢季，以现实版的“冰雪奇缘”迎接着八方游客。下雪的日子里，九如山褪去一身红衣，白色成了它的主色调。飞舞了一夜的雪，让山涧、屋脊、栈道都披上一层白色外衣，昔日飞湍瀑流凝结成冰，挂在山壁上。此时的九如山启动了“开炉节”。屋外飞雪，屋内篝火，冰瀑旁的木屋内，松木在火炉内熊熊燃烧，红色火苗飞舞跳动，三五好友围炉温酒煮茶，红薯、栗子、橘子等烤物香气四溢……

“晚来天欲雪，能饮一杯无？”在这个雪花与青山相约的冬日，一杯热茶或是一壶暖酒，或许是每个登山赏雪之人收获的意外温暖，是冬日寒冷抵挡不住的美好。

编辑/刁艳杰

This Winter Watch Snow on Mountains

Mount Tai seems to cooperate well with winter. Tai’an’s first snow always appears here. Looking around on the top of Mount Tai， you could see crystal-clear ice flowers hanging all over the mountaintop， clouds occasionally drifting across the mountains， appearing poetic and picturesque； red walls and golden tiles looking more gorgeous and spectacular； winter-sweets in Puzhao Temple， Martyrs’ Shrine and Wangmuchi blossoming in the snow， adding vitality to this cold season； occasionally tourists looking for plum blossoms in the snow， having a snowball fight， or taking pictures of snow， which become the most dynamic elements in the picture.

Every snow in Mount Meng is a free and unrestrained poem. No matter in Yunmeng， Guimeng or Tianmeng， the snow is always enchanting. It unstintingly and slowly adorns mountains， waters， land， buildings and trees， turning the whole mountain range into a world of ice and snow.

On a silent night， a snow quietly arrived in Mount Lao， enhancing the beauty of this celestial mountain on the sea， as if adding a filter. After snow， when the sun shone into the mountains， the peaks seemed to be inlaid with gold； the ice flowers in full bloom became shining. They did not have the bright colors of real flowers， but had a pure and noble character， adding some sort of elegance to heaven-like Mount Lao.

On snowy days， Mount Jiuru took off its red coat， white becoming its dominant hue. It launched the “Blow-in Festival”. There was snow outdoors， and a bonfire indoors. In the log cabin by the frozen waterfall， pine wood was burning in a furnace， with red flames dancing. Three or five friends sat around the fire， heating liquor， boiling tea， with roasted food like sweet potatoes， chestnuts and tangerines sending forth fragrance. The whole mountain was suffused with the breath of life…