The afterglow of the sunset lazily climbed over the white and smooth skin of the mountain peak; Warmly shining on this quiet land, the clouds on the horizon drift by, as if following the footsteps of their companions; The blue lake slowly flows, and there are several boats across the lake, vaguely flashing some fishing fires. Maybe when the scenery is too lonely, I will sing, singing with the lake, taking me to recall that unforgettable past, with a little sadness, but when I turned away, I saw the other side of the mountain. That's where the sun rises again. Maybe spring will come tomorrow! The warm sunshine shines on the lake, and the last red leaf in the forest still stands proudly on the branches. The bright red and green colors and uncoordinated colors form a unique winter scene. Sometimes a gust of wind blows, and branches without leaves rustle, which also makes people feel sad. But if you look at those branches again, new buds have been bred. This kind of fluffy and humble bud immediately reminds you of the future spring and the vibrant and flowery days.
Walking in the snow is more interesting. There is only a trace of wind in the sky, holding the snow like a kite. Looking up, this wind dominates the snowflake like a butterfly. It falls obliquely, whirls and dances, floats to the ground and falls on pedestrians. Snowflakes, like naughty children, never tire of playing, brush people's hot faces, turn into water droplets and flow onto eyebrows and beards, forming small ice cubes. Snow falls silently, fluttering. Soon, there will be a thin layer on the ground. When you step on it, it will make cheerful footsteps "cheep, cheep, cheep". With this step, you can spread your imagination wings as much as possible, pursue your best memories and embrace your happiness! You might as well take a deep breath. The flowers of My Sweetie will soak in your heart and spleen. You can't help thinking of a pure heart, and you will feel that the whole world is so pure.
When I get up in the morning, it is foggy in winter. After the fog cleared, a wonderful scene appeared immediately. The needles of pine trees are covered with thick frost, like white autumn chrysanthemums. The branches of deciduous trees are covered with white snow, just like white jade carved trees; The weeping willows fell, and the bushes turned into white coral bushes, confusing and trance-like, in a fairy tale world.
There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.
The snow in the evening is deeply cut, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, which can drown everything and have a sense of nudity. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...
The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.
After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow.
I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? "
With the coming of winter, people put on thick cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold wind and frost. With the coming of winter, everything has entered a "dead silence" period, leaving people with eyeful fatigue. ...
That winter, the Clivia I planted became sick as early as two months ago. When winter comes, it loses all its green color and becomes a pile of dead branches. I'm sorry that months of hard work went up in smoke. In order to reassure myself a little, I didn't throw it away immediately, nor did I take it out of the flowerpot immediately. I just left it as it is.
In this way, I spent the winter of that year in regret. Every time I touch the cold flowerpot, I feel sad and helpless in my heart. Now that I think about it, I can still feel the long winter.
After the spring of the following year, I made up my mind to get rid of the dead branches and make room for planting orchids in flowerpots. So, I dug up the soil with a small shovel and prepared to uproot it.
But at this moment, a miracle appeared. As soon as I put my shovel into the dry thick soil and scraped it twice, I heard a crisp crack, and then I saw the fragments of the ceramic flowerpot scattered all over the floor. However, when I look carefully, it is the root of Clivia, which seems to have died last winter, wrapped in layers of soil and as thick as a white beard. Instead of necrosis, it became more and more lush and branched again and again. Now, it is so lush that it fills the whole flowerpot, just like a dragon's paw sticking tightly to a porcelain flowerpot. No wonder it breaks at the touch.
Seeing this, I quickly trimmed the messy roots and replanted them in the pot. As a result, a month later, each flowerpot gave off a lovely Clivia bud.
I have to marvel at this scene. In the whole winter brewing, it can grow again and flourish. I was simply impressed by the miracle of this winter. This admiration is from the heart. From the eyes to the heart, I have to sincerely sigh its tenacious vitality.
Think about it, how stupid I was to give up the chance of a new life in such a hurry in winter. Thick cotton-padded clothes really cut off all the joy and hope brought by new life. But now I understand that the temporary "dead silence" is to let us appreciate life more truly and appreciate life.
In winter, plants can be reborn by longing for spring after the "dead silence" in winter. What about that guy? Winter can also look forward to spring, and you can get greater new life and hope. We should be awed by the magic of life, so we should show courage and action. Just like Clivia with withered stems and leaves, when spring shines on the earth, you will have the beauty like a Siberian butterfly, and then break the ice to find a brighter and brighter you.
Snow, I love you, your innocence, your whiteness, your playfulness,
You are a dot in the sky, nourishing crops and fields. You are fragments.
White cloth, put a white coat on the earth, you are a happy atmosphere, let the children
The children feel happy and gratified.
When I was ready to go to school, I was shocked by what I saw. Ah! It's snowing and I'm tall.
I am very excited. I am no longer cold by the biting wind, because my mood has overcome.
Cold, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, falling gently from the endless sky.
Yang, fluttering ... one after another, a piece of glittering and translucent jade, white and flawless, fell to the sky.
The jade leaves and silver flowers sprinkled by fairies on earth are like angels in white sent by the Heavenly Palace.
Plant beauty and selflessly dress the earth as a white kingdom in fairy tales.
Snowflakes have various shapes, about 20 thousand kinds. Some are like hexagons.
Generally gorgeous, some are like naughty elves, only in your hair and collar.
Drill holes. And the snow grains jumped happily on the ground, as if to show off themselves: "how beautiful I am!" "
Ah! "
White sky, white land and white snow flowers are raining. face
This world wrapped in white made me feel a little happy, so I was pregnant with it.
Enjoy winter in the snow and blend in with this clean and white world.
It snowed for a long time, until at night, I looked out the window. It's already dark, but
The snow is still falling, the ground is white, and no one has stepped on it. My heart has been
Be troubled by a question: "Why is the snow so white?" "It's time for bed," mother said.
The cry reached my ears, "Oh, I see!" Look at the one that is still raining.
Xue, I don't know, what will school be like tomorrow?
It snowed all night. The next morning, when you look around, the first thing you see is
It's all white. Looking intently, the heavy snow bent the branches and covered the roof.
Cover with a quilt. Snowflake seems to be a magical magician, covering everything with white.
Robe. I can't wait to come to school and see the campus after the snow.
This is like a fairy tale school made of snow. Students make snowmen and have snowball fights everywhere.
Shouts of joy.
The house is covered with a white suit, and the branches are like beautiful white corals.
The ground is covered with a long white carpet, so pure, so crystal clear, university
Turn Wan into a world made of powder and jade. Soon, the sun came out and the snow melted.
Melted, so the house, branches and the earth all cried sadly, leaving tears.
Water. When this day comes, can spring be far behind? "
With the coming of winter, people put on thick cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold wind and frost. With the coming of winter, everything has entered a "dead silence" period, leaving people with eyeful fatigue. ...
That winter, the Clivia I planted became sick as early as two months ago. When winter comes, it loses all its green color and becomes a pile of dead branches. I'm sorry that months of hard work went up in smoke. In order to reassure myself a little, I didn't throw it away immediately, nor did I take it out of the flowerpot immediately. I just left it as it is.
In this way, I spent the winter of that year in regret. Every time I touch the cold flowerpot, I feel sad and helpless in my heart. Now that I think about it, I can still feel the long winter.
After the spring of the following year, I made up my mind to get rid of the dead branches and make room for planting orchids in flowerpots. So, I dug up the soil with a small shovel and prepared to uproot it.
But at this moment, a miracle appeared. As soon as I put my shovel into the dry thick soil and scraped it twice, I heard a crisp crack, and then I saw the fragments of the ceramic flowerpot scattered all over the floor. However, when I look carefully, it is the root of Clivia, which seems to have died last winter, wrapped in layers of soil and as thick as a white beard. Instead of necrosis, it became more and more lush and branched again and again. Now, it is so lush that it fills the whole flowerpot, just like a dragon's paw sticking tightly to a porcelain flowerpot. No wonder it breaks at the touch.
Seeing this, I quickly trimmed the messy roots and replanted them in the pot. As a result, a month later, each flowerpot gave off a lovely Clivia bud.
I have to marvel at this scene. In the whole winter brewing, it can grow again and flourish. I was simply impressed by the miracle of this winter. This admiration is from the heart. From the eyes to the heart, I have to sincerely sigh its tenacious vitality.
Think about it, how stupid I was to give up the chance of a new life in such a hurry in winter. Thick cotton-padded clothes really cut off all the joy and hope brought by new life. But now I understand that the temporary "dead silence" is to let us appreciate life more truly and appreciate life.
In winter, plants can be reborn by longing for spring after the "dead silence" in winter. What about that guy? Winter can also look forward to spring, and you can get greater new life and hope. We should be awed by the magic of life, so we should show courage and action. Just like Clivia with withered stems and leaves, when spring shines on the earth, you will have the beauty like a Siberian butterfly, and then break the ice to find a brighter and brighter you.
Snow, I love you, your innocence, your whiteness, your playfulness,
You are a dot in the sky, nourishing crops and fields. You are fragments.
White cloth, put a white coat on the earth, you are a happy atmosphere, let the children
The children feel happy and gratified.
When I was ready to go to school, I was shocked by what I saw. Ah! It's snowing and I'm tall.
I am very excited. I am no longer cold by the biting wind, because my mood has overcome.
Cold, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, falling gently from the endless sky.
Yang, fluttering ... one after another, a piece of glittering and translucent jade, white and flawless, fell to the sky.
The jade leaves and silver flowers sprinkled by fairies on earth are like angels in white sent by the Heavenly Palace.
Plant beauty and selflessly dress the earth as a white kingdom in fairy tales.
Snowflakes have various shapes, about 20 thousand kinds. Some are like hexagons.
Generally gorgeous, some are like naughty elves, only in your hair and collar.
Drill holes. And the snow grains jumped happily on the ground, as if to show off themselves: "how beautiful I am!" "
Ah! "
White sky, white land and white snow flowers are raining. face
This world wrapped in white made me feel a little happy, so I was pregnant with it.
Enjoy winter in the snow and blend in with this clean and white world.
It snowed for a long time, until at night, I looked out the window. It's already dark, but
The snow is still falling, the ground is white, and no one has stepped on it. My heart has been
Be troubled by a question: "Why is the snow so white?" "It's time for bed," mother said.
The cry reached my ears, "Oh, I see!" Look at the one that is still raining.
Xue, I don't know, what will school be like tomorrow?
It snowed all night. The next morning, when you look around, the first thing you see is
It's all white. Looking intently, the heavy snow bent the branches and covered the roof.
Cover with a quilt. Snowflake seems to be a magical magician, covering everything with white.
Robe. I can't wait to come to school and see the campus after the snow.
This is like a fairy tale school made of snow. Students make snowmen and have snowball fights everywhere.
Shouts of joy.
The house is covered with a white suit, and the branches are like beautiful white corals.
The ground is covered with a long white carpet, so pure, so crystal clear, university
Turn Wan into a world made of powder and jade. Soon, the sun came out and the snow melted.
Melted, so the house, branches and the earth all cried sadly, leaving tears.
Water.
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There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.
The snow in the evening is deeply cut, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, which can drown everything and have a sense of nudity. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...
The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.
After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow.
I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
This winter, I came to my hometown with dense water networks. Maybe I am used to the life in the city, and the scenery in my hometown has a charm.
Winter in my hometown is beautiful, but there is no elegant scenery with snowflakes flying and no magnificent scenery with heavy snow everywhere. Only exquisite rivers and ancient bridges decorate my hometown.
There is a thin layer of ice lying on the river in the morning, like a quilt given to the river by the earth, and like a crystal mirror of hometown people, reflecting the simple and kind faces of hometown people. After a long time in the sun, the thin ice slowly melted, revealing a dancing silver belt. Shining in the sun, like delicate flowers dotted with silver ribbons, and like small waves in the sea, it has a hazy and beautiful dream. In a highly concentrated place, it looks like a dancing girl, doing group gymnastics. Like a twinkling sky, it is refreshing. The small bridge stands on this gold chain. From a distance, there are bridges on the river and bridges in the river, forming a circle, just like the moon on the fifteenth night, bright and beautiful. Under the breeze, the river rippled and sparkled like a silk thread in a woman's hand. Look at that dazzling place again. It turned out to be ice that hasn't melted yet.
By the river, a large area of blue grass has appeared, and people in my hometown always think that tomorrow will probably be spring. Although their wishes can't be realized at the moment, they are not anxious, because there is such a beautiful winter, why do they want anything else? Flocks of lively and lovely ducks are singing happily by the river, and bundles of white reeds are trembling under the wind, as if looking at the river water in winter with a probe. Handsome swallows hovering in the sky, as if dancing ballet, bright red flags fluttering in the wind.
At this time, children in their hometown always like to come to the river. Men throw stones and women pick reeds, all of which are as happy as blooming camellia.
Ah, what a charming scenery, what a winter picture.
Obsessed with you, winter in my hometown
The cold winter has come, and after a heavy snow, the whole East Red has become a world of powder and jade. The willow trees are covered with silver bars, and the lawn is covered with silver wires. When I get up in the morning, it is foggy in winter. As soon as the fog cleared, a beautiful scene appeared. The needles of pine trees are covered with a thick layer of frost, like a white autumn chrysanthemum. After a few strokes, the yellow leaves fell in succession. Morning after snow. I really can't bear to step on it. I was walking on the stone road in Beishan and heard the creaking sound. My little face is a little tight and itchy with cold. Although it is very cold, this coldness is concealed by my happy mood. Winter is my favorite. There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful. The snow in the evening is deeply cut, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, which can drown everything and have a sense of nudity. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers who go out to war, covered with silver armor, and like pieces of sailing ... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is only one piece of silver between heaven and earth, as if the whole world is decorated with silver. After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow. I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope. Winter is a surly teenager, sometimes docile and clever, and sometimes playing some practical jokes. When he is happy, the sun is shining and the breeze is blowing gently. When he is unhappy, dark clouds cover the sun, and it rains and snows. He always greedily wanted this and that, and really gave it to him, but he didn't cherish it and vandalized it. He trotted on the yellow grass after autumn, thinking that the rustling of the grass was not pleasant to hear, so he scattered snowflakes all over the sky and wrapped mountains, rivers and fields in soft velvet blankets. He was very proud of his creation and cheered and frolicked on the snowy field. Under the care of the snow blanket, those yellow grasses had a sweet dream. In my dream, the spring breeze once gave off green buds. However, the teenager doesn't know Cao Ermeng. He hasn't played enough. He saw a swaying leaf on the tree on the other side of the river, but the gurgling river hindered his steps. He didn't have the patience to detour from the bridge, so he waved and raised a cold wind to freeze the river. He ran across the ice quickly, tore off the last leaf left on the branch, rubbed it in his hand until it broke, and then threw it away without pity. Winter is a seed of love, pure, romantic and elegant. She is like a waterfall, with long hair swaying in the wind. She has a round face like a full moon, bright eyes like stars, graceful waist and enchanting charm. She came leisurely from the depths of the wilderness with a longing for sincere love. She wore white sleeveless sleeves and danced colorful feathers among the mountains and rivers. The mountains and rivers were fascinated by her beauty, and she also changed into elegant clothes wrapped in silver makeup. With delicate fingers, she plucked carefully, and a song slipped leisurely from the strings. The vast forest was bewitched by her piano, and she also sobbed and sang a bitter song. Looking at the changes in the world around her because of her, her eyes and eyebrows are full of joy. Later, when she was tired, she sat down and listened, wondering if her prince charming had set foot on the journey to meet her. Then, all was silent, even the wind stopped circling, hiding behind the clouds and holding your breath. From far to near, a handsome young man was riding a horse. He held out his hand to the girl and the girl smiled, so innocent. Winter is a dignified middle-aged man, bold, firm and unhurried. He is always carrying a heavy bag and walking in a hurry. Although he has lost his curiosity and impulse when he was young, he is still full of passion for struggle. He clearly realized that he was shouldering the mission of connecting the past with the future, and he had a long way to go, and he dared not slack off for a moment. In the north, he was very brave, not only blowing the cold wind of hunting, but also throwing colorful snowflakes. In the south, he was infected by the elegance of Jiangnan and became humble. In his footsteps, from time to time there is a misty rain falling. So the poet sang: there are 484 temples in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are many towers in the misty rain. His busyness and caution made him unsmiling, but in his heart, he still lost a trace of warmth and secretly dispersed. He took care of the fish swimming under the ice sheet carefully to keep them from the cold. He let the snow melt in the sun and penetrate into the dry land. He knew that only in this way, the soil full of water would be more suitable for the growth of seedlings next spring. He let the branches of Chimonanthus praecox blossom shy flowers, making people feel the beauty of life in all kinds of sufferings ... Winter is an old man who has experienced vicissitudes, calm and sincere. He sat in the yard where he had lived all his life, enjoying the warm sunshine in winter. In his chiseled eyebrows, you can see the lush in early spring, the enthusiasm in midsummer and the harvest in late autumn. The fragrance of plum blossoms is floating in the air. He stretched out his bony hand and summoned his wife who had been together for life. The two men helped each other and told stories of the past. In those stories, there are silver snakes dancing in the mountains, elephants galloping in the wax, ice melting and talking, and swallows returning. This road, no matter how difficult it is, is hand in hand side by side and has never been separated. Their words are sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes emotional and sometimes slow. Those fleeting years seem to be pulled back, close at hand and within reach. Gradually, the voices of the old people disappeared, replaced by dreamy eyes and quiet smiles. Outside the window, dusk is approaching, and the cold wind is ringing the bells under the eaves, bringing the news of the recovery of everything. What is winter? Actually, there is no need to imagine too much. Winter is very simple and easy-going. It doesn't care what role it is given, it can be you or me. It doesn't have too many extravagant demands, just want to perform the most vivid and unique plot in its short season. Then, with the end of the plot, the curtain falls, and an elegant one turns around and falls away.
A composition describing winter
The cold wind roared like a lost lion. Pedestrians walking on the road are trembling and rushing.
When winter comes, the weather is sometimes gloomy and sometimes sunny. This climate is always thought-provoking. I sat alone under a tree near the campus basketball court, feeling the cold front passing by and the fallen leaves floating down, as if frozen into ice. I couldn't help shivering and looked up. The tree was still green. From this, I can't help but recall the winter I walked through and the footprints I left behind, and suddenly I really want to use a pen to describe this season with cold north wind.
I live in the south. Naturally, I have never experienced the poetic realm of "plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold", and I am a little yearning for the winter snow in the north, but I still love the winter in the south. Even so, I don't know how to describe the winter I love. I have read Winter written by the poet. Winter is white. In their minds, the climate with snowflakes in full bloom is romantic. I like winter on painter's paper. Winter is gray. In their hearts, the season without a ray of sunshine is sad. These are all winter conditions in the north, but the south is obviously different. Winter in the south is dark green, but with a hint of dark yellow. Every morning, I can see a pile of yellow leaves under the tree. It is really "how many leaves fall when the cold wind comes at night", but there is still no trace of winter on the tree! However, in the south, the winter clouds occasionally look like a kind mother. She looked at her sons sadly-trees, mountains and the earth, fearing that they could not be attacked by the cold wind, but they stood tall and straight despite shivering. When a gust of wind blows, the leaves will make a "rushing" laugh, as if pointing to the sun and telling me that the sun is gently stroking everything on the earth, giving people a little warmth. Someone asked me, "What is there to write about in winter in the south?" I just laughed. Yes, there is no snow scene in the south "like spring breeze, rising at night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", and there is no tragic scene of "cold and gloomy clouds and Wan Li condensation", but this is where I grew up. If I want to find the fun of winter, the greatest happiness for me is to eat hot pot together on the solstice of winter, laugh happily, blow the cold wind and watch the fallen leaves, which will be bitter forever.
I like winter in the south ― this is where I grew up. A famous person once said, "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
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