First, the beautiful prose in winter, when the cold wind blows, the cold meaning hits the body. The end of winter is coming to people with a brisk pace, rendering its amorous feelings. In the four seasons of the year, winter is my favorite. Although winter is not as vibrant as spring, flowers are in full bloom. Although winter is not as cool as summer, cicadas are always heard. Although winter is not as crisp as autumn, melons and fruits are fragrant. But winter has its unique charm and gives people a visual feeling. Winter is like a naughty child, sometimes laughing, sometimes sad, sometimes active.
In winter in the north, staring out of the window, snowflakes are floating in the sky, falling one after another, some fall on the window, and flowers are stuck on the window, forming a beautiful peony picture. Some fall on the grass, and the sleeping grass is like sucking the mother's milk. Some fell on the trees, and the bare trees were covered with white snow, just like white flowers in full bloom, so beautiful! The snow-covered peaks in the distance are shining silver in the sun. When it snows, it is hazy, and the whole white world unfolds before my eyes, which makes people intoxicated in their dreams.
Snowflakes are falling, and I go out with an umbrella. The falling snow falls on my umbrella, as if playing a beautiful tune. Pedestrians on the road use colorful umbrellas to add color to winter. Put down the umbrella and reach out and hold the snowflake. Pieces of snowflakes fell on my palm, melted instantly and became a small drop of water, lying quietly in my palm. Step on the snow and make a creaking sound. There are a group of children in the distance. Some of them are making a snowman, some are having a snowball fight and some are playing with snowballs. What a lively and happy scene.
A piece of writing paper is sent to a distant place. It's freezing, so wearing warm clothes is good for your health. Miss my old friend, I want to know where she is. I miss the person I love. I don't know how long we've been together. Miss your bosom friend, don't know each other, so where are you? The falling snowflakes are falling, dancing and singing. who is it? Is this the feather that Zhu Yingtai fell when he turned into a butterfly and flapped his wings? who is it? Is it the fluff that fell when the Weaver Girl went to the Magpie Bridge to meet and dress? Dancing in my dream, I don't have palpitations, and my heart floats with the snow. Outside the pavilion, in the ancient street, we met and knew each other. At that time, countless snowflakes were flying, and the two were singing songs about wine, reciting poems and playing songs, and the piano was melodious. Dancing with sleeves, graceful dancing is more beautiful and moving under the irradiation of snowflakes.
The harp and the harp were broken, and the dream woke up. The wind is blowing outside the window, the weather is dark, there is no sunshine, the smoke is curling up, and the air is filled with a smell, a noise disturbing the people, ticking. I remember when I was a child, a bonfire was lit in the big yard, and everyone got together, eating snacks and warming their hands to pull up their families. The girls danced hand in hand and sang around the bonfire. What a pleasant, leisurely and happy scene!
Nowadays, people have built their own houses, and they don't have the habit of gathering around bonfires when they were young. There is no fun to get together and have a family chat, and there is no scene of knitting sweaters in the yard when I was a child. I fantasize about going back to my childhood, the carefree, carefree, harmonious and happy life.
Winter comes with the withering of trees and the cold. If winter comes, can spring be far behind? This simple word contains profound rhythm. If there is no heavy snow to moisten the earth in winter, then spring can't be sown well, bringing the hope of spring and gestating new life. Winter is like this: although it does not have the gorgeous appearance like spring, it does not show off its achievements to people like autumn. But winter has its inherent meaning and beauty. She seems to be telling people: in life, there will be difficulties and setbacks, and there will be joys and sorrows, but as long as you face it bravely and pass the severe test, you will gain beautiful things.
Beautiful Prose in Winter When you see the world in front of you and feel bored, you open the page of a drift bottle, throw a drift bottle, write a paragraph, wait for a reply from a distance, and get a warm winter.
I feel very cold in the cold wind, and I can't feel the meaning of winter in air conditioning all the year round. I gradually walked out of the room and stepped on the mud outside to see the scenery. I don't know how long it's been since I simply wrote about scenery. People who stay in the scenery are the most beautiful scenery. Imagine that you are looking at others and others are looking at you. The world has always appreciated each other and is never lonely.
There are one or two birds on the bare branch. They fly away when people walk past, and they chirp when people don't walk past. Stepping on leaves without stepping on snow always feels that there is something missing in the south. If the ice in Harbin moves south, the melting snow may bring more warmth to different places. I want to find winter in the jungle. In addition to dead leaves, there is loneliness ... loneliness is insect dormancy and animal extinction. Only those who wait for spring. When the flowers bloom and Chun Xue comes, the handover is finally completed in winter, and the dead wood in front of me will inevitably spread its branches and leaves. The dying bird on the branch doesn't know whether it can adapt to the pace of the season.
Coming out of the jungle, it's raining lightly, and I don't know what melody it is dripping, so pedestrians who hear this melody are either wearing hats or holding umbrellas, just as fast as hearing an air defense alarm. I was a little cold in the crowd, but I forgot to bring my umbrella, so I decided to write a poem ... I think getting caught in the rain can also feel warm in the cold winter. Even people I knew or didn't know yesterday and today told me that it was a winter that could not rely on others to keep warm. If you want to understand human nature, you can only wait for your hair to dry and the stars to rise.
I walked along the path, the muddy water was like horseshoes, the wind blew through my ears, there were girls' noises, delicate greetings, and of course there were boys with red hands carrying bags for girls. In a word, it is always the roar that drives by, breaking the calm in the noise. The clothes were stained by splashing mud, and I felt a little cold when I walked, so I decided to turn. I want to see if it will be different to go back to my room. Because I went out to see the scenery.
I went back to my room and found a group of ghost footprints behind me. Someone has been following me for a long time. I looked back carefully and found no one. Finally, I exclaimed in surprise, "I stepped in the mud." After soaking my feet with hot water and pouring my face with cold water, I finally got a warning. Winter is beautiful, so we should choose a place to enjoy the scenery ... such as a lake covered with bluestone, an ancient road without cars, an ancient bridge that only people can go to. In a world with only nature and people, we can get rid of the noise and winter will be more beautiful.
The snow in the footprints has emotional appeal, and only yellow mud is left on the ice layer where the wheels tread ... When we are the guardians of this world, we should learn to cherish the land under our feet this winter. The ground under everyone's feet is like a drift bottle. We cherish it, keep it natural and beautiful, and let the warmth pass intangible and colorless at this moment.
The mist of beautiful prose in winter has cleared and the sun has come out. Perhaps it should be said that the sun came out and the fog dispersed.
Walking by the river covered with morning fog, the air is humid. Hazy trees, bridges, houses ..... as if you were in an ink landscape painting!
It's always a little cold in winter mornings. I put my hand on my chest from time to time and wrapped my body tightly. Only by looking at the mobile phone can you let yourself go.
Finally, ink painting began to have a little color from a certain place and gradually spread. The sun quietly, slowly, unveiled this hazy veil. ...
The sunshine in winter is so precious in a city that is already in the mountains. Even a little cold sunshine can't stop the idle people standing by the fire. Suddenly, the picture began to float. ...
Find a sunny place to sit down. Squint your eyes and feel the cold warmth. Although it can't penetrate the thickness of down jacket, it can keep the temperature difference between inside and outside small. And then quietly think about some equally warm stories, which is also very pleasant!
Although there is no winter in some places, I still like the feeling of being a little cold. Because of the cold experience, we can really know how to be warm and cherish!
Go back! With the temperature of a few rays of sunshine, I think of my lover's tears like morning mist, and I am back! Just like the sunshine this winter, you know how much she loves you!
I like winter, like the snow in winter, like the scenery in winter, like the whiteness and purity of snow-covered branches in winter, and like the coldest season among the four seasons, because spring will come after the cold winter.
In the deepest part of my memory, what fascinates me most is the fire in winter, which warms my childhood memories and my childhood happiness!
People born in the mid-1970s are familiar with the fire in winter. At that time, there were no gas cookers, electric cookers and electric cookers. The only kitchen appliance is cooking with a coal stove.
I grew up in a small town in the north. When I was a child, what I remember most was the coal stove at home and a cauldron stove made of stone and brick. The coal stove is a red stove made of brick, burning coal cakes made of anthracite and yellow mud in proportion. I watched the adults go far away to transport the yellow mud and coal back, and then store them for winter.
I remember before going to bed at night, my mother sealed the stove with a thick lump of coal, and then made a hole in the middle of the stove with a bunch of iron-welded stoves. This is called furnace sealing. My mother also opened a small window in the kitchen to let the smell of wet coal escape from the window, so as to prevent us from being smoked by coal.
In the morning, my mother got up at 5 o'clock, stewed a pot of delicious rice with a coal stove opened by a pheasant, then lit the cauldron with firewood and cooked the dishes. I heard a rumbling sound in my sleepy early sleep. I know, in those days, it was called a blower. With it, the firewood and coal in the cauldron would burn vigorously. At 6 o'clock, my sisters and I will yell at my parents. Mother inevitably picked up the iron hook on the kitchen stove and rushed into the room to reprimand. As a child, her mother was very strict. If someone disobeys, the iron on the stove is a tool to intimidate and punish us.
At that time, life was monotonous and poor, and the winter of childhood was particularly cold. Even if you put on a cotton-padded jacket sewn by an adult, you will tremble with cold. Therefore, my mother's overheating stove is the best heating tool in winter, and we all strive to heat the kang. If adults go to work, it will be our happiest time. I moved the stool, climbed onto the table, opened my mother's lunch box, took out soybeans and peanuts and put them on the stove at home. After eating baked beans, in a short time, the smell of soybeans floated in the room. Sometimes, the beans explode with a bang and jump far away, and my sisters will laugh happily. The fun of childhood is not limited to roasting beans, sweet potatoes, potatoes, tank pupae and corn kernels with fire. . . . . . It's all delicious on the stove. It's delicious to bake and tastes delicious. Even when I am an adult, I can't help but buy a piece of baked sweet potato in the street in winter, but I will never taste the taste of my childhood.
At that time, winter was the season that all children loved. Although it is very cold, it is very happy in winter. Because of the snow, we can have a snowball fight and make a snowman in the snow. Because of the warm fire, we can keep warm and cook, bake all kinds of delicious food, celebrate the New Year, wear new clothes and live frugally at home for a year. On New Year's Day, we can all waste luxuries and luxuries. After the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month,
As the Spring Festival approaches, the flavor of that year is getting stronger and stronger, such as pasting wallpaper, pasting New Year pictures, pasting a sticker shed, making rice cakes and frying oil pills. . . . . Adults are busy, so we children are happier. My father bought firecrackers, strung the Westinghouse in the East House, and ran around between the neighbors in the upper and lower houses. We were extremely happy.
Childhood, because of winter, we yearn for the New Year, because of fire, we yearn for warmth and happiness. On the cold winter of March 9, my mother can cook a hearty dinner for the family with a fire, and then the family will spend a wonderful winter night by the fire with laughter.
How many years have passed, and now with the passage of time, the fire in winter has long been replaced by heating and geothermal energy in the city, and cooking stoves and coal stoves have also been replaced by various electrified stoves. Nowadays, no one will treat potatoes, sweet potatoes and corn kernels on the stove as delicious food when they were young, and they will not hang iron hooks on the stove cover as toys to run around the yard.
In today's life, chicken, duck and fish have long been home-cooked dishes on the table of ordinary people. People are changing how delicious food is nutritious and healthy. Every day is New Year's Day. Children can buy new clothes anytime. Life is getting better and better, but the taste of the year is getting weaker and weaker. Many people who walked through the last century with a warm fire in winter will remember that simple time, that poor and lively childhood!
This weekend's winter, I specially went to the countryside to feel the warmth and warmth of the winter fire. In rural shops, a small stove was born in the room because of poor heating. When I went, the fire was burning vigorously, and the winter in the countryside was very quiet. There is no noise in the city. Occasionally, the traffic passing by on the road broke the peace of this winter!
I sat by the fire, a Xiaohua Mall curled up at my feet, asleep, and there was a steaming kettle on the stove. White water vapor is delicate and graceful in the room, permeating the air like a cloud, which makes the water transpiring from the window glass misty and confusing, making people feel as if they are in a misty fairyland without human noise.
I can't help thinking of my childhood, the stove at home, the fire left by my mother at work and the steaming kettle. The steam evaporated the window glass, and my sisters would draw all kinds of little people and animals on the window glass. Because the room is filled with warm water mist, my mother's puppy will come in from the outside and fall asleep at my feet. Then we look forward to the opening of the iron gate at home, and my mother will prepare dinner for us with snowflakes after work. Charming winter dusk is a childhood memory that cannot be erased for many years!
No matter how many years have passed, you will always burn warmly and affectionately in the memory of my childhood and youth. You are like a bright lamp, illuminating the direction of my life. You will always be the warmest light in the world! Illuminated my whole happy childhood and warmest memories!
When it comes to winter, everyone's first feeling is cold, and they will feel eroded by the biting cold wind. No matter where you go, you will hear someone complain: "It's winter again, this annoying season!" However, have you ever thought that winter is multifaceted, not just boring? If we observe it quietly, we will also find that winter is like spring, better than autumn, and also side by side with summer. Without the relay in winter, how can we show the beauty of spring, summer and autumn? How can we win the four-season relay race?
To appreciate winter, we should look for it from different angles. As long as we adjust our mentality and look at things from another angle, of course, the result will be different. It is the same to appreciate winter.
In winter, there are many beautiful elements from beginning to end. In early winter, the slight cold wind makes people ready to change from warm to cold, and slowly adapt to the discomfort caused by leaving this autumn. The high sun makes you feel warm in the early winter morning, and the sunny land is not inferior to the scenery in other seasons. With the further cold weather, winter snow will come as scheduled, enter people's sight and flutter freely.
Perhaps the best memory left by winter is the snow scene, and the fresh air after snow will remain in people's memory forever. There is no better way to enjoy the beautiful scenery in winter than to see the snow-covered mountains and plains. I don't know from what angle others appreciate snow. I like to shuttle through the snow, let myself be presumptuous here and expand my imagination. What emerges in front of us is not the present, but the days of childhood accompanied by snow, childhood laughter and childhood freedom, all of which are very pleasant to think about.
Appreciate the crystal clear snow, look around, it's white. A person standing on this thick snow, watching the snow dance with the wind, gradually immersed in it, let the mood follow one's inclinations. In this calm, there is no noise of events, no sadness, as if snowflakes falling to the ground can wash my heart. The unbridled Xiang Xue can speak his mind and emancipate his mind. This is a kind of spiritual enjoyment and spiritual comfort.
Winter is calm, pure, firm, beautiful, simple and easy-going. It is with the care of snow that the land will not dry up and spring sowing will not be affected. Because it freezes in winter, the soil will be wet in spring. Because of winter exercise, the pace of spring will not be so far away. Winter is the mother of spring. Winter feeds seeds with its snow water, moistens the earth with its selfless feelings, and embraces everything with its incomparable love.
Appreciating winter, I never care what role I play or what people criticize it. It only cares about how much I pay, and there are not many extravagant winters. I always want to play well and interpret the most beautiful and true self in my own performance season!
Appreciate winter, appreciate its beauty, appreciate its truth!
In winter, the beautiful prose got up early by chance, and when I opened the door, a chill came on my face, which made me shiver. Looking down, the vegetables in the garden were covered with a thick layer of frost. It suddenly occurred to me that I have been in beginning of winter for many days, and it is winter now. It's just that my hometown is located in the Central Plains. Although there are four distinct seasons, the atmosphere is destroyed due to modern man-made reasons, and the global climate is getting warmer. The temperature difference between late autumn and early winter is not too big. Plus, I am a lazy person, going to bed early and getting up late, and I didn't feel the cold night in early winter, so that it was already winter, but I mistakenly thought it was autumn.
Shut the door in a hurry, pour a cup of boiling water and drink some hot water to keep warm. Actually, I didn't like drinking boiled water either. I think it is tasteless and tasteless. I just drank to quench my thirst, and I have no concept of enjoyment at all.
I used to like to drink sugar water, but I drink hot water in winter, so my heart is warm. Drink iced drinks and meditate in summer. Feelings are sweet and comfortable. As for why I don't drink now, it's because eating sugar makes me fat, and I became fat after I was 30, so I haven't drunk since then. It's funny to think of drinking sugar water before. At that time, I was fat because of overeating, which had nothing to do with drinking sugar water. I really wronged my sense of control.
I drink tea by myself, but not often. I only drink when I finish drinking or talking nonsense with my same-sex friends. I feel very happy after drinking tea and smoking one cigarette after another. But I have to go to the bathroom from time to time. After all, I drank so much water. Fortunately, there are no heterosexual friends present, and I don't care about elegance. In terms of tea ceremony, I feel that southerners will enjoy it the most. Kung fu tea, a small cup of tea, is very elegant. Recently, I went to a friend's tea shop, and the friend personally entertained me. Needless to say, it is a pleasure to watch my friend skillfully wash cups, make tea, pour tea and serve tea. Wow! It turns out that the secret of Kung Fu tea is here. Although the teapot is small, it can pour water, but it is full of a pot of tea, and a small cup of tea is strong!
I like coffee, too, only occasionally. Go to a coffee shop with a close friend, find a window seat, two cups of hot coffee, a song of high mountains and flowing water, watch the world of people coming and going in the street, talk about life, and taste coffee with sugar or milk, which is sweet in bitterness and has a kind of detachment and exquisiteness.
Finally, drinking boiled water often is the most popular behavior now, which is the general trend! Boiled water is the best, which can prolong life in yin beauty. It seems that boiled water has become the best drink overnight, and drinking boiled water is also in line with the trend of the times.
From drinking water, I think of life, colorful life, bittersweet life. Different families, different environments, different experiences and different lives. There is no utopia in yearning, no materialism in imagination, and Xanadu is just a fiction of the ancients. Plain is life, simple is happiness. The rich have the standard of happiness for the rich, and the poor have the idea of happiness for the poor. It is futile to complain and sigh, but life is fair to everyone. The key is to have a good attitude and look at the world with gratitude. Everything is beautiful, just like whatever water you drink can quench your thirst, and the feeling of happiness is the same.