Air, cold.
As winter approaches, the leaves on the branches fall to the ground and become thick carpets. Dawn is getting late and night is getting early.
It's raining, and the patter of rain is wonderful and sparse. It seems to be mixed with light snow. It's cold. The cold air in winter, blowing on the face, is very cold.
Proud land, unyielding winter character, clean air mixed with cold. The footsteps of winter have entered, bringing deep and calm.
A cold wind blew and the leaves fell one after another, so I couldn't help shivering. The footsteps of winter are approaching, and winter gives people strength. Winter seems to be telling a test of life, an enterprising life and a kind of enjoyment of life. It is high in winter and cold in winter. Clouds are blue in winter and pine trees are evergreen in winter. Insects lie quietly under the big tree, and birds become much quieter.
The horn of the car was ticking on the road, and the people who hurried home were in a hurry.
The moon and stars climb into the sky early, and the night comes earlier.
It rains in winter, and the first snow comes so early. Although it is not big, snowflakes are floating on trees and houses, which makes people like it.
The wind is strong and the branches sway, making the distance blurred.
Winter, a beautiful season, looming, is coming. It makes people feel cute, silent and lively.
Silence, a kind of cold beauty.
The pace of winter is approaching ...
The second song: into the winter, into the cold.
The weather has suddenly cooled down a lot, so you have to wear thick clothes to feel warm when you go out. The wind blows on my face, and it's very cold. The footsteps of winter have entered, and the sunshine in winter is so precious.
Everything is casual, and everything seems to be expected. Is it for the distant golden scenery or for this early winter morning? All the chapters are left in the middle of the lake, all the poems are written on the fallen leaves, all the notes are covered by the cold wind, and all the languages are silent at this time.
The shoes are still stained with autumn rain, and I unconsciously walked into the fairy tale of winter, looking forward to the white world with snowflakes flying all over the sky and white clothes wrapped in white. The laughter and running of children with red hands and the blue sky.
Some people say that winter is a season worthy of nostalgia, because winter is the season that breeds seeds and brings people a beautiful season.
Speaking of winter, I can always think of many fairy tales about winter, which also inspires me to cherish and love a better life. For the memory and imagination of winter, love life, love nature and love the lofty pursuit of our mother earth.
If spring brings vigor and vitality, and summer brings beauty, fragrance and delicacy, then winter brings people thinking, struggle and expectation for the future because of its cold and whiteness.
My friend said, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? Everyone looks forward to it together, longs for it together, and a heat flow flows all over the body. If there is hope in your heart, winter will also become a warm ocean.
Winter has come, and the past spring, summer and autumn have become solidified landscape paintings, which have become unforgettable eternal memories and treasures.
Winter has taught me that only after bravely fighting with the cold, if the plum blossoms in full bloom in the snow are so powerful and unyielding, will my mind be no longer confused and my dreams no longer ethereal.
Enter winter, enter cold, enter hope, cold is not terrible, snowstorm is not terrible. As long as we have beautiful ideals in our hearts, as long as we dare to struggle, everyone will go to the other side of success.
The third song: Listen to the sound of winter.
A leaf, the last leaf in autumn, fell from the branch and fell to the ground. Crisp voice, writing the notes of nature, floating in the wind.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the land is vast and sparsely populated. Quietly holding the sunshine and listening to the sound of winter.
In winter, there is no heat in summer, but there is a natural calmness and tenacity. There is no harvest and abundance in autumn in winter, but there is a ready reserve and wisdom. Winter is a black and white sketch. The lines are simple, but they contain profound meaning in life.
Winter is like an elegant classical music, quietly telling, like a little sunshine on the lake, and like a note hanging on a branch.
In the quiet flow, the silence and purity in my heart are precipitated.
Winter is like a fairy tale world.
In winter, I like snowflakes flying all over the sky, hiding the secrets of life. Winter is a beautiful flower, blooming proudly under the quiet snow.
That aloof, that precipitation, is so heavy, it makes people feel distressed and happy.
Walking on the land in winter, looking for the sound of winter. It is the crisp sunshine that melts snowflakes, and it is the whisper of grass on the earth. It is the sound of trees writing rings and the laughter of the lake.
As if I heard the coolness in the air, as if I heard the laughing and chasing of bugs in the soil.
Walking on the land in winter, listening to the sound of winter, do you hear it?
Song 4: Winter is coming.
Winter is coming. Flowers and plants are patched up, and leaves are scattered in piles by the lake and under the tree. The wind blows on my face, and it's very cold. Distant Qingyun, brown stone. Literati and ink writers, bright white snow, endless sky, birds singing and trees singing, cold wind blowing over their faces in winter, very cold.
Winter is the most beautiful season, as simple as sketch and as crystal as raindrops. Winter is white, white frost, white fog, white snow and white earth. The new green after snow understands the meaning of snow. Snowflakes are flying, whitening the earth, pedestrians and hearts.
The sunshine in winter is especially cherished. Feel the warmth of clean sunshine in the sun, and look at the earth from a distance, which is beautiful. The sunlight passing through the Woods is mottled. Winter makes people quiet and forget impetuousness. In winter, I smell the roots and soil, so familiar and fragrant.
In winter, the sky is blue. Winter is the season of life, winter is the season of thinking about life, and winter is the season of calming people. Winter gives a deep feeling. Winter is the season of hiding autumn fruits and cultivating spring flowers. Winter is a cold season, and winter is tenacious.
In the early morning of winter, the sky is foggy, a red sun shines brightly, and Ran Ran rises. The earth wakes up quietly in the glow. In winter, everything revives. In winter, the air is mixed with grass and dew, and a group of waterfowl play on the lake, making a series of water patterns. Decorated with symbols in winter, the glow is shining, beautiful and natural!
Woods, rivers and mountains are all bathed in sunshine. A little sparrow makes Xia Guang charming. Xia Guang has filled the world with infinite vitality and interest. The tranquility in the clouds is full of morning and fields, and the clouds are like waves, jumping and cheering.
The wind is blowing, the clouds are walking, the water is flowing, instant and eternal.
Winter is coming.
Song 5: Warm sunshine in winter
In the winter morning, the warm sunshine shoots down from above and shines on the glass window of the window. Sunlight shines through the glass window, and the residual warmth after refraction is still strong.
The sunshine in winter is especially cherished, the long-lost warmth moistens my heart, everything enjoys the fraternity of the sunshine, and everything is so natural. The warm sun hangs high, the blue sky is clear, and the mood is open with the sunshine, stretching the mood and being natural and harmonious. The warm sunshine and gentle care in winter make the cold warm, just like the refreshing spring breeze, the whole person becomes full or refreshing.
It was a Saturday morning, making a cup of hot strong tea and cooking a delicious table, boiled peanuts, fennel beans, braised pork ribs or steamed fish. Simple mood, warm atmosphere, enjoying the sunshine in winter, and enjoying the warm and moist food of your own labor. The smell of steaming food keeps you away from the noise and irritability of the world for a while, and makes you scarred and exhausted for a moment of peace and enjoyment.