Selected winter essays Part I: Winter Author: Wu
The faded grass is still frost,
There is only an empty nest left on the fallen tree.
The north wind blows on my cheek,
I don't know how many clouds are floating in the gloomy sky
The lovely child is counting the winds happily.
Traffic is still shuttling on busy roads.
There are red Spring Festival couplets in front of the jubilant house.
On a quiet night, I saw snow in my dream.
Selected Works of Winter Part II: Which Winter Author: Listening to Snow and Burying Hatred
In the morning, I remember it clearly.
It's morning.
It is foggy and snowy.
I went up after delivering the birthday present.
A dog in front of me is on the highway.
Tread on plum blossoms
A flock of birds curled up.
Freeze high voltage line
No matter how high you stand, you can't see
Catkin and
pink
Cold is the only theme.
Snowflakes in winter
hold a funeral
The two lines of footprints I printed on the road are like tears.
In the melting of time after the new year
Not a trace.
Never trace it.
Selected Winter Prose Part III: Winter in the Village Author: Yuan Yuan
Have you ever seen a village in winter?
Have you ever heard the sound of winter in the village?
Winter is coming.
Winter is coming in the village.
Adjacent peaks surround the whole village.
Every household in Enze Village
Leave them a warm winter.
Yellowing grass and trees are all over the field.
This is not a bleak cover-up.
This is the scene of autumn harvest.
Snow covered the whole village.
Don't just bring white gifts.
More is that Xue Rui will have good luck in a good year.
I like winter in the village.
There's no noise, no smoke?
There is only quiet and clear air here?
And the bleating of sheep, the whining of cows and the barking of horses?
It's really beautiful here
The beauty is that you have a unique day, that kind of love?
It's really simple here
It's so simple, you will miss it only if you have been here.
Selected Essays in Winter Part IV: Days in Winter Author: Wy19901211
Nest in the quilt and watch winter
Fly freely for a whole century.
Those ice sculptures are frozen in the window.
Like tears once.
It has become the most beautiful scenery in winter.
No one has forgotten.
A silent whisper in the pine forest
Echoes in every corner of youth
Quiet enough to breathe.
A blooming bud
This is a dream that appears at midnight.
Although it's not true.
But it smells good.
In that winter,
Who will remember?
Life used to be full of energy.
?