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
Winter in the north is winter. Winter in the north is winter.
Land and sky full of yellow sand and desert;
Bare branches, stir the north wind hard first-
A team of athletes who dare to die,
Stand proudly in the face of war!
Not a trace of green, not a trace of attachment,
Only spell bare bones and muscles;
Condensing life,
Frost whip, snow fist and wind sword that can resist three winters,
Until Chunyang conquered Xiao Sha, loneliness and pain,
Until Chunyang opened the prison of life,
Release a fresh tree head!
The effect of the struggle from patience to patience. See endurance,
Athletes go home and smile!
Winter in the north is winter!
Land and sky full of yellow sand;
A sleepy bull in the field,
Draw a few lines of sad geese on the western horizon.
The new shop sits in front of a burning stove in winter.
The luster of wood makes me unspeakable shy;
Touching the faded satin,
Call in a low voice.
Shutters let in fresh air,
The stars are near under the pillars of the promenade;
Miss the dust outside the warmth,
How many pedestrians were hit by loud sounds today?
In the Snow, thank God for drawing such a picture.
On this lonely road, both of us were painted;
Snowflakes are as colorful as dreams,
Add a frozen river in the middle.
My arm is gray and I am sad at the end of the year.
But you have a crimson spring on your face-
I thought, if there is a sound in the painting.
My heart must burst out: "dear girl!" " "
You know exactly what I mean,
But you didn't say a word lightly;
A sentient and heartless person, suddenly far away and suddenly near,
Floating around in the snow without a master.
Finally, I can't stand this silence any longer.
Tear up the drawings with the only voice in my heart.
Snowflakes are still dreamlike,
I can't tell you from me in the fog.
Snow flowers are floating outside the window of Winter Night.
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.
I like winter. Don, I love 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