My mother woke me up early in the morning. I went to the balcony to breathe fresh air, and a cold wind blew violently at me. My spirit did it one brace up, and I looked at the mountains in the distance. The mountains are shrouded in fog, and the continuous mountains are shrouded in fog, just like being in a fairyland.
In the morning, when I opened the window, a cold wind blew on my face, and I couldn't help shivering. Ah! Early winter, like a beautiful. Noble. Holding the princess and dancing with her magical veil brought a cold wind. It rolled up yellow leaves and whirled in the air, dancing like a yellow butterfly and floating into the embrace of the earth.
4. The air in winter morning is not as fresh as that in spring morning; Nor is it as bright as summer; Not as refreshing as autumn; It just makes people cold.
In winter morning, the window is still covered with night gauze. When I woke up from my sleep, the rising sun just showed half of my face from the misty mountains in the east, like a landscape painting lightly painted by a senior painter. Maybe it's the beautiful scenery outside the window. At this time, anyone's face showed a faint smile, and the locked brow disappeared without a trace.
In the winter morning, there are birds singing outside the window, but it sounds like a different flavor at this time. I can't help thinking of those days when I was a child in the countryside. The morning in the village was awakened by the smoke from cooking stoves and the crowing of roosters. Of course, it is the kind of truly primitive kitchen smoke lit with firewood. Then there is the twittering of birds, because it is morning, no matter what birds call, it sounds particularly sweet and crisp.
7. The morning in early winter is beautiful. A thin layer of fog floated gently in the air. The laughter of pedestrians and the horn of cars are intertwined in this haze. All these indicate the beginning of a new day. When the less dazzling sunlight hits the top of the mountain, the fog slowly spreads like a curtain, and the earth gradually appears in the warmth of winter.
8. Grandpa Dong caught a cold. He yawned when he ran in the morning, and leaves were flying all over the campus. Grandpa Fog seems to be confused by this strange weather and sprayed so much fog on the earth. Everyone touches me, I touch you, and no one can see. The only thing I can see are two bright eyes.
9. In the winter morning, the sun is shining outside the window, and the room is still so cold. I woke up naturally, opened my eyes, curled up in the quilt, and I was too lazy to get up and wrapped myself in the quilt.
10, winter morning, the sun seems to be afraid of the cold, hiding under the covers and afraid to come out until eight o'clock in the east.
1 1, the footsteps of winter are approaching, the morning is fresh as dew, and a few birds are singing in the pure sky, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking about seeing a white sail. Cold air condenses on the wet ground and passes through the path in front of the factory. A few breezes add coolness. Looking at the still green grass, I can't help but sigh that the north has been covered with ice and snow, and the early winter in the south has quietly arrived, but the autumn has not dispersed.
12. In the winter morning in Beijing, there is a thin light snow outside the window. It's quiet and quiet, as if it's shining through the glass window. This is the first snowy winter in my life, and I feel very happy as if nothing had happened.
13, at six o'clock in the morning, I just got up and heard my father say it was snowing outside! Hearing this, I quickly ran out of the window and looked, ah! I saw a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth, and snowflakes fell from the sky, like a white tent was pulled up around, and the earth immediately turned white. I can't help but think of a poem, "Like spring breeze, night comes and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". How beautiful!
14, around 7 o'clock, the snow fell from the sky and became bigger and bigger. The mountains, forests and fields in the distance are like a layer of yarn, which can't be seen clearly; The nearby villages, campuses, trees and flagpoles can only be seen vaguely. But those naughty children braved the snow to chase and play with each other. They are all covered with snow and become young. Old man. "
15, I don't have any special memory or special affection for winter mornings. What's more, I am cold and weak. Facing the cold of winter and the killing of Xiao, I always feel a sense of fear and sadness. In winter, the rolling cold current and ice and snow often make my body temperature drop to freezing point. Every year, when the weather turns cold, first frost stays, and bloom is in full bloom, my hands and feet are frostbitten.