Winter is full of vitality, and she awakens everything; Summer is full of vitality, she embellishes everything; Autumn is shy, she dyes the forest red; Winter is cold and depressing, making everything barren. People's vitality is vividly set off by the apathy of winter depression.

Look!

People will not be listless because of the cold winter, and they will curl up under the covers all day. People's work goes on and goes on regularly, and everyone looks more energetic. People come and go in the street, everyone is full of energy and never gives in to the depression and indifference in winter. Some small business vendors are also clamoring one after another, and there is an endless stream. You can also see warm stoves, hot tea eggs and corn in the bustling crowd. ...

Will all this still make people feel cold?

Looking at the falling snowflakes (2)

Winter is beautiful, and the most emotional thing is when he is wrapped in white.

Snow is pure white, and she doesn't need any "packaging". The beauty she shows is simple, but it brings infinite reverie. ...

Against the background of snow, everything seems so simple and clear. Seeing all this, no one can but be impressed by her beauty, and let people write many poems for him. ...

Recalling the snowy day last year, everything was covered with a layer of white, and crystal snowflakes fell to the earth, touching your cheeks playfully from time to time, making you feel "the coolness of happiness". ; The judicial department insisted on her red-cold gloves-free hands, trying to catch the call from the sky, but she obviously didn't cooperate and left quietly, only adding a touch of wetness to her hands.

however

She has a special liking for my hair, and she falls on my hair freely, and refuses to leave for a long time. ...

Xue Pan (3)

I love winter, especially in the north, not because it can make me feel pure cold, but because I wrap myself in a thick quilt to feel warm and comfortable; It's not because the nights are long and the days are short in winter, and the feeling of wearing a star Dai Yue is quiet and not lonely;

The main reason why I like winter is because of your existence. You decorate winter so beautifully!

You are so pure and selfless without beautiful colors. You bring happiness and smiles to people, warmth to crops and silver to nature.

I was walking home alone. As usual, only the stars, the moon and the cold air accompany me. Why did you refuse to show up? Do you know that winter is incomplete without you, so it looks so gloomy and colorless, because it is beautiful because of you!

Daydream in the lonely season (4)

In the monotonous and withered winter, although there is warm sunshine and pleasant mood, I still feel lonely and sleepy in winter.

Mature women should have wisdom, responsibility and small achievements in their careers. Many times, I am introverted, but I might as well be lively and chic. As an adjustment of life, I also have the right to be an energetic person in the lonely season.

Although the sun came out, the distant buildings were still shrouded in misty fog, and occasionally a few sparrows flew by, which made people see a trace of vitality. Is winter a dull season? Is winter the time to save money? As soon as winter is over, the annual rings of life will increase, children will grow up, old people will get older and older, and time will never return. All the happy and depressed moods will pass. Actually, what can I survive in this world? Really not!

Is Fate the Harmony of Personality? And! Personality can make up for each other and establish a long-term fate.

Spring in the dead of winter (5)

The feeling of winter is getting stronger and stronger. I am afraid of the cold. When I was young, I always seemed to want to hibernate in winter, so that I could suddenly wake up and see the beauty of winter jasmine. Feel the warmth of the sun immediately. I still find it funny.

The sunshine in winter is also cool, and even breathing feels cold. I especially like to stay at home on such days. A single room with heating. Holding a cup of warm tea, watching some sad stories. My heart may hurt, but I also feel warm.

We can't see many bright colors in winter. My eyes are full of gray marks, and at this time I began to miss those mottled colors. The once soft flowers on the balcony are peeling off one after another. This seems good, and we can look forward to the next flower season.

Winter daydream (6)

In winter, I wrap myself tightly so that maybe no one can see the good past again. Sighing lightly and throbbing briefly are just my own troubles.

In winter, you can look up at the sky at will, and you are no longer afraid of the dazzling sunshine. Maybe this will make you feel warm.

In winter, when I look at the pale sky, I always feel lonely and have a faint sadness in my heart. This season is a sad season.

In winter, what I look forward to most is a fairy tale snow. Pieces of snowflakes flying lightly in the palm of your hand will hurt. In fact, it also has desires! Difficult to wait for the reincarnation of the four seasons, but only for this moment of enchanting.

Snow in the South (6)

Things like catkins are flying in the air and swaying down. Hey, it's snowing! Early risers are surprised when they open their mouths. For me from the north, snow is too common. Although it can only be regarded as "sporadic" snow in the north, it has different significance for southerners who are born and raised. After all, it will not happen again for many years.

There is little snow and little water in the south. It floats gently, as delicate as a newly emerged hibiscus. Jumping in the air for a long time, I refused to fall, for fear that my innocence would not be seen. After a long time, the lawn was covered with a layer of white gauze, and strings of snowflakes hung on the branches in dribs and drabs. It looked beautiful and smelled like "blowing the petals of ten thousand pear trees", just like an uncut natural ornament. Although the snow in the south is not as majestic as that in the north, it also has its own unique beauty of small jasper.

Snow in the North (7)

The snow in the north is heavy and there is much water, so it is raining vigorously. It will mercilessly fan on the body and face of pedestrians, and even if it falls, it wants to hit a big hole in the ground. Snowflakes like goose feathers fell from the sky, and soon, the ground, trees and houses were covered with a thick layer as long as they could stay. Looking around, "the whole world is white and made of powder and jade."

Northerners like snow. When it snows, it will be fun. Children make snowmen, have snowball fights, roll snowballs and so on. There is also catching birds, just like Lu Xun played when he was a child ... they release carefree innocence in the snow and don't care about freezing.

Parents also put down their work, walked out of their house after a hard day's work and joined the excited team. While playing with children, they are also recalling their childhood and looking for the fun of childhood. The old man looked at the thick snow, twisted his gray beard and smiled, saying to himself, Next year is another good harvest! They don't care whether the snow will make it difficult to walk or delay the flight at the airport. They always believe in the classic saying "Snow will bring good harvest". They are used to living with snow year after year. With the snow, they felt very comfortable and lived a down-to-earth life in 2008.

Four snows (8)

Southerners don't seem to feel much about snow. Besides screaming in surprise at the sight of snow, thank God for giving them the opportunity to see the beauty of snow. What they do most is worrying and meditating. As soon as it snowed, the weather suddenly became cold, and the life that had always been warm as spring was blown away by this sudden cold air. People who have never been psychologically prepared have to disrupt their arranged trips and hide in warm rooms to avoid the wind and snow. They don't have the courage of northerners to face the cold, nor the romantic atmosphere of walking in the snow. Besides, I don't know that Xue Rui is a good year, but is it a blessing to think about whether something big will happen next year? Is it a disaster? I can't understand it.

Snow washed away the dust in the atmosphere and brought people fresh and clean air. Take a deep breath. After all, there is no doubt about the role of snow.

Love snow (9)

Wind, rain, clouds, fog, frost, snow, thunder ... the wonder of nature is reflected in them. I wonder which one do you like best?

At least, my favorite is snow.

Snow is mysterious.

Snow is not like rain, especially the intermittent autumn rain, which beats the banana and brings people the sadness of "helping the wind and rain bleak" The snow just fell gently and covered the whole earth unconsciously. When I get up in the winter morning, as soon as I open the curtains, I feel a sense of surprise-it's snowing! In an instant, everything became lovely.

On snowy days, you can see small and smart snowflakes falling slowly, forming a beautiful arc. It is so light that it falls anywhere.

It's really beautiful.

Ode to Snow (10)

Mr. Lu Xun praised the snowflake in Shuo Fang as "always as powder as sand, never touching it", which is rough and bold! But it's not my favorite snowflake. Gentle snow sets off the vitality of early spring with its gentleness and holiness, but quietly recedes, leaving the world with a memory wrapped in silver. Mao Zedong, a poet, once praised plum blossoms as "flowers bloom in the mountains and laugh among flowers", but isn't snow just snow?

Snow is similar to ice, but softer than ice; It comes from a cold world, but it brings a little warmth to plants; It is condensed from water, but it is not so humid, but much warmer. ...

The clarity and elegance of snow give the world a pure, gentle and elegant look.

Wool scarf (1 1)

I have a light brown mohair scarf, which is the color of shelled wheat grains in the Spring Festival. I can almost smell the dry smell of drum skin in my illusion.

I like to wear it even on days that are not too cold. It is a humble scarf, but its touch is light and warm, like the strings in the south wind, leaving the world cold and cold, and my neck has its own warmth.

Suddenly one day, I used to walk up the mountain path, and the reeds all over the mountain opened gently. Reed color every year! Only then did I find that reed and my wool scarf have the same tone and touch. Shan Ye in autumn is quiet and empty. In autumn, a reed scarf is put on, from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, from the foot of the mountain to Shuimai, an ancient and gentle scarf! Embrace me with your arms, my scarf. In cold days, you will protect my ears and hair. You follow my image, winding and overlapping yourself, protecting me left and pestering me right. You are a flexible and loyal moat. You connive at my strong stubbornness and make me feel a little weak, helpless and even coquetry.

Nostalgia in Spring (12)

Spring must be like this: from the green hills, a handful of snow can no longer be held, and with a splash, a cold face becomes a painted face. A song is sung from the clouds to the foothills, from the foothills to the low and desolate villages, to the hedgerows, to the yellow webbed of a duckling, and to the soft and soluble spring mud.

Spring must be like this: the withered stems full of dark leaves and flowers cling to an old root, and the roof beams of thousands of families in the north are crushed by the wind and snow, gently supporting a small empty nest. Then, suddenly, one day, peach blossoms captured the water profiles of all the mountain villages. Willow has taken control of the royal ditch and the folk river head-spring is like a clear-cut Julian Waghann, and the group has been looking forward to prayer and beauty for a long time.

Spring must be like this, or, somewhere, is it still like this? Through the smoky black forest, I want to visit the spring wandering in the distant years.

Such management departments (13)

The golden light in the dark and the warmth in the cold night pushed open the heavy gates of hell and saw a beautiful paradise.

There is a clear water in the sky, deep and clear, like the breeze in May and the clear sky in September. ...

I'm used to letting the snow cover him.

In the white and pure snow under the gloomy sky, he stood quietly, with long lavender hair and delicate face, which invisibly made him look like a real person.

In cold weather, he wore a thin dress. When he looked back, a faint smile made the Djamil Plateau melt instantly.

In the past thirteen years, the simple life has gradually magnified the shadow of a distant refuge. ...

Such a A Mu has become an imaginative existence in a vast world.

Prometheus bondage

Prometheus binding (14)

From the beginning, Prometheus was lonely.

He is a kind of purity in the world of God who endlessly argues for power and authority. Prometheus has the ability but no ambition; His wisdom exists for creation, development and protection. Legend has it that in that distant past, only Artemis with the same wisdom knew the lonely Prometheus.

But Mitis was swallowed up by Zeus in the process of consolidating the foundation of Olympus, because Zeus forbade him to predict that his son would be born instead of him. The extension of Mitis, Athena, represents another kind of wisdom. Athena's love is not unconditional; Old, decadent and perfect, Athena will destroy them. Athena's guardian must first prove his worth to the goddess.

Only Prometheus, whose contribution is unconditional. Prometheus saw that there were few species that could be cultivated on the earth, so he made the first man out of soil and water in the image of God. He taught human beings to cultivate and help them cheat Zeus, so that they could leave the fruits of their labor. He even stole fire from the sky and gave it to humans. What he paid was endless pain: the furious Zeus locked Prometheus on the mountain peak and was eaten by vultures every day.

In the world without Prometheus, disaster flies out of a beautiful box and spreads to the whole earth. But the land watered by Prometheus' blood has nurtured generations of human beings who refused to bow to disaster. Zeus's Pandora did not destroy mankind; Women make the human world more perfect and they will live forever without hesitation. Finally, one day, Prometheus' children will free him from the bondage.