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 ...
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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.
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Silent Winter was published by Lin Jian on July 9, 2006 10: 18: 24.
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.
2005.2.3
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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.
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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.
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"I love winter" Tang
I like winter,
That six-petal snowflake,
This is a gift from grandpa Dong.
I like winter,
The snowman made by the children,
It is the joy that Santa Claus brings us;
I like winter,
That snowy world,
It is a playground for children;
I like winter,
That colorful cotton-padded jacket,
Add color to the snowy world;
I like winter,
That white and flawless winter
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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 supplementary answer to the preface of winter freshness: Dai Wangshu, Qiu Meng.
The shepherd's bell in the distance,
Shake off the light leaves.
Qiu Meng is light,
This is the gentle and elegant love of a shepherdess.
So my dream came quietly,
But it carries a heavy past.
Oh, now, I'm a little cold,
Some are cold, and some are melancholy.
(193 1 year 1 month)
Dai Wangshu with Frost Flower
September frost flowers,
Frost flowers in October,
The charming girl in the fog,
Drive to my temple.
Decorate with autumn leaves,
You decorated the monotonous death,
The charming girl in the fog,
Come and don't wear your plain flowers for me.
Do you still have tears of pearls?
The sun has not been rekindled.
I watched my temple fall apart,
So I welcome the autumn you decorated.
Du in autumn
Even the pigeon whistle makes a mature tone,
In the past, rainy and noisy summers.
Don't think about that severe and sultry exam any more.
Detail memory in dangerous swimming.
After breaking ground in the bud of spring,
Twisting and damage in bud growth,
These branches are also growing wildly in the hot sun.
I almost got lost on a rainy night.
Now, there is not a cloud in the plain sky.
The mountains and rivers are bright and clean, and the vision is exceptionally broad;
The season of wisdom and emotional maturity,
The river also seems to come from a deeper source.
Turbulence is fermented,
Brewing transparent wine in the valley;
What autumn is blowing? An intoxicating smell.
Autumn flowers and autumn leaves have been dyed deep.
Street trees also imply something red,
The wheels of the bicycle are shining with vitality;
The long arm of the tower crane points to the distance at high altitude.
Qiuyang scans the harvest information on it.
Li Ji of Jiangnan Grass
In the autumn when chrysanthemums are in full bloom,
It's my first time in Jiangnan.
Although I came and went in a hurry,
But you are a thousand times more beautiful than I thought.
Looking at your beautiful city,
The most beautiful picture has lost its color;
Strolling in the beautiful water town,
Even eternal songs are pale.
Your beauty makes me feel ashamed;
There are no words to describe you in the bag.
People say that "there is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below",
Heaven is just a fantasy that people weave in your image.
I know you can't show your magic in autumn,
All I see is a grass among your thousands of miles of flowers.
But I'm going back,
I'm going back with this blade of grass.
I'm going to the desert with this blade of grass,
I want to take this blade of grass back to my hometown.
I'm going to plant it in the Gobi desert,
I also want to say to my family:
"Water it with our sweat,
Let our big Gobi become like Jiangnan! "Snowflakes are falling in the air,
The white robe covered the cliff,
The river closed the glass doors and windows,
Silver pictures are displayed on the earth.
Ah!
Ice and snow world,
Crystal clear,
Purity,
There is no time.
Some people say that winter belongs to death,
no longer
A gurgling spring,
Meng Meng spring rain,
Tender spring buds;
Some people say that winter is silent,
I lost it.
Summer torrent,
Summer is booming,
Noise in summer;
Some people say that the color of winter is white,
can't compare with
Zishan in autumn,
Red leaves in autumn,
Yellow flowers in autumn ...
I said,
Winter is the most energetic,
Winter is the most enlightening.
In front of teenagers,
It's like a great teacher,
A learned philosopher,
Selfless mother-
Please listen,
Dialogue between seeds and soil:
Due to the thick snow,
Freeze pests, bacteria,
Warm seed doll.
Without mother Dong's kindness,
Where will it be next year?
A gurgling spring,
Meng Meng spring rain,
Tender spring buds ...
Listen,
Painting of flying snow on an iceberg;
Frozen ground glaciers,
Flowing underground snow water,
Gather strength,
Waiting for the explosion.
Without the dedication of Dong's mother,
Where will it be next year?
Summer torrent,
Summer is booming,
Summer noise ...
As for mother Dong,
It's a single white tone,
Look up,
Will see her hair:
Pale pine trees,
Elegant bamboo,
There is a little red in green.
It is plum blossoms that make snow. ...
Ah!
What a rich philosophy,
What a profound inspiration:
Death in winter,
Pregnant with vitality;
The silence of winter,
Save for the outbreak;
It's white in winter,
Can't cover the green red;
Winter textbooks,
It is a synthesis of history, geography, physics and chemistry. ...
In fact, ourselves,
It's a fairy tale in winter.
The snowman we made,
Better than the sand tower on the beach;
The speed at which we skate and ski,
More than swimming and running in spring and summer;
Our team had a snowball fight,
Blood reached the boiling point;
Oh, great!
Winter New Year,
Our laughter,
Playing firecrackers.
Winter for teenagers,
Teenagers in winter,
In full swing,
as beautiful as a picture ...