Winter, how are you?
You may be cold and perhaps quiet in the eyes of others. But in my eyes, you are always so lively and lovely.
It's you that brings joy to the children. Look, you let the wind mother-in-law loudly blowing, suddenly blowing the snow, snowflakes in the air, like a white translucent floret, and dressed in white like a fairy dancing in the air. It is you that wears white clothes on the earth. Look, the snow at the top of the tree like a child dressed in white, window containing Xiling Snow yeah! The snow fell on the mountain, and from a distance it seemed to set a silver edge to the blue sky.
The wind kept blowing cold wind coming, wind blows to the face, makes you a very cold chills, body. The cold wind was hanging, and the people who were afraid of the cold did not dare to step out of their homes.
Some parents do not let the children come out in the winter and don't let the children play with snow. They only want their children to grow up in the greenhouse and do not want to send their children to nature to exercise. Children growing up in the greenhouse will always rely on others, can not stand setbacks, can not meet the difficulties. There is a saying that good people who fail to difficulties as a stumbling block, successful people take difficulties as a stepping stone for me to advise those parents: if your child to hone in nature, hard days or years, only for decades of happiness, don't let the children grow up in the greenhouse.
Winter, my good friend, you are not impressed with your mind, but you are so valuable in my heart. I just like your potential power.
The cold winter color is white, like snow, such as clouds, gave birth to new life.
The color of winter is a dead ash, like grass and wood, such as soil, to announce the end of old life.
Yes! Students, you want to think, winter has passed, will spring be far away?
Four seasons is like a song, life is like a poem. Through the flowers of spring, the bright sunshine of the summer, the poetic and fruit of autumn, the winter is finally ushered in. City rapid cooling, winter cold breath, through the biting cold.
Time is flowing quietly, the change of the season, as the winter as the sparse landscape, slow dance. This season seems like no flowers, just casually, with idle light several pens, the winter clean sketch into a splash ink painting, with a touch of poetry, a little chilly, some of the vicissitudes of life, but endless charm, yuyuehuanxiu.
Standing in the wind of winter, feeling the solemnity of winter. The distance, branches and leaves are sparse, grass on the ground has withered, only some fine sunshine, mottled cast around, as if in the lonely heart with a little rich nightlife, banging on our mind naturally or half unconsciously.
When winter comes, will everything be lazy? You see, the noisy river bed sleeps in the cold and stops running. You see, the river does not know when it has congealed, and no longer can see the beautiful reflection of the past. You see, the withered leaves fluttered gently, the birds stood quietly in the branches, counting the years in the winter scenery.
Huakaihuaxie, a few degrees in winter. Looking at the continuous clouds, I hold the shards of the time, in this piece of winter, such as the sparse landscape, listen to the heart of the clouds, collect wet feelings. Between the waving, the wandering mind was placed.
The years of dust and smoke, I do not know when, has quietly packed into the winter scenery of the sleeves, light sleep shallow sleep. I started looking for, frozen. In the depths of snow melting memory, spring scenery gradually clear, and winter songs, painting together......