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 ...
Miss Wente Jiang Huazi
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 naked soul
Latent bone marrow in winter
You can listen to the sound of jointing in early spring.
Winter in the south
In the rural areas in the south, what remains in the field after autumn is the scar scraped by the sickle.
Wait until the call of the spring breeze next year.
I began to conceive dreams again.
Maybe our lives are the same?
The scarecrow sprawled on the ground.
Purely organized and undisciplined
Past eyes can't sweep out their hearts.
Emptiness and anxiety
Growing old in the wind and rain is the most corrupt
There is no need to talk about health and achievement.
Maybe it's just a corner
You found it.
Bright and dazzling.
Stubbornly run counter to the season.
But it still ignites your inner weakness.
Hope to be strong
As usual, a piece of paper is flying in front of your eyes.
Maybe it doesn't mean anything.
At best, it shows a depressed rural scene.
But it has given many people life and hope.
Winter night travel
Snowflakes are falling gently outside the window.
The bell of vespers rang for a long time.
The house is ready.
The table is full of rich banquets.
Only a few vagrants.
From the dark road to the gate
The tree of grace shines with golden light.
Suck the cold dew of the earth
The wanderer came in quietly.
Pain turned the threshold into stone.
In the clear and dazzling light
There is bread and wine on the table.
Winter rain
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
& lt The Happiness of Snowflakes >
Xu zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly,-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
Don't be disappointed in the deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
You see, I have my direction.
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt.
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
& lt Snow, Fairy in Winter Fairy Tales >
At the beginning of the winter solstice, snowflakes gather all their strength and keep falling. One night, I saw white coats all over the mountain, white coats on the branches and a thick layer on the ground. It seems that I have accumulated strength for several winters, and I want to leave a memory for those who indulge in it in the new year. Just when people have forgotten the cold last winter, snowflakes regrouped and attacked people with overwhelming power.
Shan Ye's white color aroused people's eyes. Just yesterday, I saw the mountains bare, and the trees and weeds were pale. People are used to a leukemia-like face for a winter, and wake up one night, but they are shocked by the white in front of them. That white mass is surprisingly bright and dazzling, and the sky is particularly bright by them. Take a breath, and the fresh air will reach your heart and soak your bone marrow. In a trance, you seem to be in Penglai wonderland, and there seems to be a unique fairy in the air. Too much heaviness in my heart has also been swept away by this sudden snowflake. For a moment, I seemed to be in a beautiful fairy tale. In my eyes, it is not hexagonal snowflakes flying, but beautiful fairies in fairy tales.
Open your palm, and you can hold the fairy in your hand. Snow in the sleeve brings people not only the visual feeling of beauty, but also the hope of cleaning up the purity of people's thoughts and permeating the beauty in people's hearts. My eyes are white, and my heart is as clear as a blue lake. All the disappointments in life have become transparent and clear with the invasion of this white color. Pain, gloom, loss, sadness, these so-called heaviness will disappear in the white sky.
Take a bite of snow and put it in your mouth to savor it. Snow in the mouth, taste is not only its coldness, but also its indifference and quiet persistence. Snow comes in its own season, and it has never been controversial. Put the silver on the ground and the frost on the mountains and rivers. It challenges the world with its whiteness and calmness. In front of it, people who fly kites and economic affairs will hate its pursuit of fame and fortune, and their mood will become optimistic.
It's snowing You blind people's eyes, and everyone is attracted to you; It's snowing You moisten people's lungs, and all people are broad-minded because of you; It's snowing You moisten people's hearts, and all people are pure and clear because of you.
It's snowing If I can cut the ribbon for you, I will give it to the lonely Chang 'e in the moon palace. She will float at night and dance for the world.
It's snowing If I can cherish your life, I will care about you, hug you, slap your mouth, enter my burning throat and moisten my heart. I also want to gently hold you in my arms and inject my warmth into your heart. I swing with my hands, put you in my palm and keep you in my heart forever.
It's snowing Fairy in winter fairy tales