The wind outside the window was blowing loudly, like a roaring tiger or a galloping wild horse.
When I was about to walk away from the bridge, I saw a group of colorful stream fish in the white snow world in the stream under the bridge, and then another group of colorful stream fish passed through a circle reflected in the stream. Swim forward into the bright white world of snow in the middle.
In winter, the willow trees are dry and lonely, and the cheerful style of the past is gone.
In winter, the sun rises higher, and its dazzling light no longer exists at all. It looks like a big round egg yolk hanging there.
When winter comes and snowflakes fall, the reservoir becomes a world of pink and jade. The huge reservoir suddenly changes from a vast expanse of blue waves into a big mirror, with smooth and slippery ice.
I saw a shining world of white snow in the stream.
Poplars, elms, and locust trees that have lost all their leaves stretch out their charcoal-like branches toward the gray sky.
Every winter, when the land is desolate, only those pine and cypress trees are green and eye-catching from far and near.
Thick black clouds hung upside down over the city like clusters of rags, and the cold wind blew away the dead leaves and confetti on the ground, making the scene even more desolate.
The maple trees on the mountain, in the past few days, were full of red leaves like flowers, red leaves burning like flames, but suddenly they all fell.
I saw the snow shadows of distant mountains reflected in the stream, as well as the snow shadows of stone bridges and stream rocks.
The distant mountains are covered with white snow. The stone bridge is covered with white snow. The creek rocks are covered with white snow. When I walked across the stone bridge, I stopped. I heard the stream under the bridge flowing gurglingly.
It is the early winter season, and a thin layer of white snow, like a huge soft woolen blanket, covers the vast wilderness, shining with a cold silver light.
Classic love sentences.