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In winter,
Have you noticed,
Winter is also so beautiful.
Maybe,
You didn't praise her,
Only praise the vibrant spring;
Maybe,
You didn't praise her,
I only like autumn with pleasant scenery.
however
I prefer this cold winter.
On campus,
Trees that have lost their former glory,
Still standing there,
Like a warrior guarding the campus,
Defend weak grass and withered flowers.
In the bamboo forest,
Green bamboo forests stand upright,
As if to say proudly:
You see,
How tenacious I am!
A gust of wind blew,
That little plum blossom,
Dance slightly in the wind.
Hey,
Where is the charming fragrance? Oh,
It's plum blossom.
Plum blossoms do not compete with flowers for time,
Don't fight beautifully with Fang Qun.
Flowers wither,
In the cold winter,
Plum blossoms, like graceful fairies, fall quietly between Shan Ye and the hillside.
In winter,
What an ancient name,
Maybe,
You only like fruitful autumn, maybe,
You only like that vibrant spring,
however
I prefer winter,
Because,
When it snows,
She is a paradise for children,
So,
I like winter.
She is so beautiful, so beautiful. ...
2. Poetry about winter
Actually, winter is beautiful.
The forest is clean and concise.
The sun set up camps everywhere.
The figure of children playing in front of and behind the mountain.
It also reminds people of the pergola.
The posture of loofah
In the sunshine of the dozing old man
Forgot to set up a sentry
Now you dive into the inland river
Sorrow is caught by the beating waves.
My riverbed is dry and cracked.
Deep into the blood of his ancestors
The bell struck dawn.
Rolling dewdrop
Lotus leaves are fresh and stretch in the wind.
Actually, winter is beautiful.
Nature takes off one coat after another.
Show the soul
Latent bone marrow in winter
You can listen to the sound of jointing in early spring.
3. Poetry about winter
It is very cold in winter.
Like a person who has lost his memory.
Patience. As before
Cold and quiet
No expression
Winter is pure.
Like a pure world.
White swan. It is carefree.
The wild escape made snowflakes.
Be widely discussed
Sparrows started up from dead branches.
The north wind got into warm clothes.
Cold loneliness is very important to life.
This is another kind of scenery.
In such a calm season
Fortunately, wind is a deep memory.
Start to let the tears crystallize little by little.
Winter always reminds people of something.
Or missed something.
When the fire is burning, I always feel that it can burn out.
In the past Many things need us to warm up.
In fact, love and life will be the same day by day.
quiet
Winter is a snowflake. let me ... ...
Learn to be grateful. Thank you for the breeze.
Bring me another kind of beauty in my life
Gently awakened my sleeping heart.
4. Poetry about winter
Winter is a quiet season.
Grandpa always sits by the wall alone in winter.
keep silence
Gentle hands holding sunshine.
Touching his walnut-old face
Like a kind mother
Touch a beloved child
Winter is the season of snow.
Snowflakes are like mysterious white butterflies.
There are many voices from distant heaven.
My grandfather is on a quiet snowy night.
Tell the story of his childhood.
He is as happy as a child.
My heart is full of infinite warmth.
It's like we're on a sad day.
Suddenly remembered the spring outing.
Actually, no one knows.
What's Grandpa thinking in winter?
But his story tells me.
He left his childhood and hometown.
Very, very far away ...
5. Poetry about winter
The first rain in winter
Gently, gently.
As thin as silk.
Ba Jiangnan shuixiang
It was a stroke.
A watercolor painting.
A wet poem
Bridge of this season
Autumn is out of sight.
A distant figure
Winter rain is like smoke and dreams.
But it still has the beautiful charm of autumn.
Weave a piece carefully and closely.
Gorgeous transparent coat
Cold winter
It is also full of romantic poetry.
Misty rain and fog
It's a blur.
The rhythm of singing.
Sneak into a dream
Clean green space
although
This season is gradually becoming desolate.
Depression and decadence
Come with the north wind
however
But I learned from this cool winter rain.
Read it.
A new preface in winter
two
Today's winter solstice has short days and long nights.
The dead are gone, and the stars should leave their homes.
Migratory birds look at the sun and dream retrograde.
They all died in the Tropic of Cancer.
Cross the south in two days.
You will eventually encounter cold in advance and rely on the calendar to predict famine.
In the end, we will mend the seasonal clothes in advance and pack the water bags.
You will eventually be buried by the white fog and kitchen smoke you exhale.
Breathe early and bury early.
What lasts forever is crops, but what disappears is journey.
6. Poetry about winter
This winter
Enjoyment originated from
The shock of the sky
This winter
Watch once from
Richard Hammond's Miracles of Nature
This winter
Looking forward to a beautiful bloom.
fog
Dense fog like that
Block the sun
Just pure white.
Go back to that primitive chun.
Endless milky white
Longitudinal fog color confusion
My heart should be calm.
future
The front is just
The present that has not passed yet.
get through
Put it under your feet
review
time
There is no room.
be infatuated with
Old white after washing
Melt into white
Things are still me.
Melt into the fog
But it has nothing to do with the color of fog.
Noise and tranquility are intertwined.
My mind is drunk, too.
This is unknown since ancient times.
Go find someone
A farther and safer home.
night
Such a sky
It's not an eclipse anymore.
The sky that everyone is watching.
It's amazing.
Cloud god wants to travel by cloud.
A white yarn was pulled out of the sky.
The night is deep
The vast skies overlap.
The space squeezed out between bookshelves
Show the deep blue sky
In the middle of the sky
But this is a large, almost circular area.
Deep blue sky
Unpredictable coercion
Like a bottomless hole
General repression
Who said anything about life?
I must indulge in singing everywhere.
This is frustrating at times.
Occasionally quiet
A life of occasional indulgence.
Is the most real life.
Clouds in the east faintly show the moon.
The moon is as bright as ever.
As bright as the moon
Not thin, not cold or sad.
Just puritanism.
A quiet rhyme.
Ming ruo is aloof.
solar halo
The sun is always there in winter.
There is still hope in winter.
A cold room
Tired indifference
Repeated life
For a time,
But suddenly light and shadow came.
Life feels the warmth of that color.
Tired of absorbing bright light
Clouds on the edge of warm sun in winter
The edge is shallow.
Seven-color solar halo
So pale
It's so short
Just like that time.
Dancing clothes
There is a little cloth edge left inside.
Thin and charming.
If it is beautiful.
That's great.
Love this life
Love the world
7. Poetry about winter
Yuhang
north
The heat of summer
The golden rain in autumn in the north
The following winter,
Then quietly ride the wind.
Come to this world
Yellow leaves are swaying in the wind.
The grass has been infected.
A layer of frost
The lake is also knotted.
A thick layer of ice
Those lovely birds
Also disappeared.
If spring is compared to
It is charm that revives everything.
That winter
It's a cold-blooded killer.
Let the whole world be covered
A layer of silence.
But only if it can withstand.
The test of fate
Everything can be honed
Tenacious vitality
It can also blossom.
The light of life
Never experienced wind and rain
How can I see the rainbow?
There is no doubt about winter. The darkest hour is nearest the dawn.
Only in the darkness of winter.
See the dawn of spring.
Compared with the bright spring scenery.
There are many winters.
A trace of loneliness and silence
Compared with the hot summer.
There are many winters.
A trace of meanness and depression
Compared with the golden autumn
There are many winters.
A trace of ruthlessness and desolation
That's all. winter
In order to have a unique charm
Admire people.
It can also make the winter in the north