I also like autumn. The endless trees in the forest are bare and the old trees stand gloomily. I prefer its snowy winter, where people enjoy sledding and happy laughter resounds through the sky.
Winter comes with the whistling north wind, and the recent heavy snow has immersed the babies in the north in the joy of playing with snow. I am no exception. I took my son to the mountains to play with snow, and there were many children and big friends. After a while, I became familiar and had a snowball fight. Knead the snow into a ball, I hit it, he threw it, snowballs collided in the air, and snowflakes splashed everywhere. Some directly grabbed the snow and returned it to each other, and the snow filled the air. The shouts, laughter and ups and downs in the play are unforgettable. I think this is a pleasure that southerners will never experience.
Many southerners yearn for the snow country in the north, but I think winter in the south can also bring us unusual feelings. When winter comes, plum blossoms that attract many people's attention will bloom against the cold wind and stand slim, attracting people to stop and watch. The attractive color of bacon hanging in every household will make people stop, look more and smell for a while. When it comes to people, southerners have fine features and are gentle and considerate. Northerners, on the other hand, are tall and strong, generous and strong-willed. So each has his own merits, just like you are a sunny spring in the south, and I am a snowy night in the north.
To the point, Renye Fang lacks unbridled tumbling in the thick snow in winter. We might as well bring three or two relatives and friends to our north to experience it, and enjoy the scream of skiing in the children's paradise endowed by nature, the excitement of squatting in a snowball fight, and the scene of a group of people laughing and laughing, which is endless white.