Poems describing walking into winter

Enter winter

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After the autumn harvest, the farmers who planted wheat and suffered from backache and leg pain were filled with comfort. He looked up and saw that the green wind was light and the last yellow leaf on the buttonwood had been quietly shaken off. So soon ... winter has come.

Yes, there is no shyness of the spring girl, no enthusiasm of the summer guy, and no amorous feelings of the autumn daughter-in-law; Winter is like an old man who has gone through many vicissitudes. He stood at the forefront of his season with seven points of majesty and three points of kindness.

As a result, the spring flowers that don't like the old friends have gone, the summer grass has withered, the autumn fruits have fallen, the cordyceps has hidden, and even the sky has put away long white clouds and charming rainbows with some dissatisfaction.

The old man smiled tolerantly, but it was warm sunshine. The castle peak is solemn, and the black color fluctuates; The hose is lying on its back, wide, narrow and slow; The earth is silent and the belly is full of vitality.