The cold wind is blowing, and the chill is coming. The belated winter is coming towards people with its brisk steps, exaggerating its style. Below are some famous prose articles about winter that I compiled for you. I hope it will be helpful to you! Winter Prose Chapter 1
A person walks quietly on the road in the countryside, letting the cold wind wreak havoc on his body, bringing up the dust and fallen leaves, and at the same time, he also hopes to take away the already differentiated heart. soul.
In this quiet countryside, there may be very few people who stop to see the scenery around them. The so-called vows of eternal love seem to be within easy reach. In this romantic world, there is nothing to say about experiencing this kind of passion.
I am walking quietly like this, walking on my own road, but I don’t know where to go, where to go? The constant recollection of that scene in my mind seemed to sting the wounded soul.
A carnival village seems to have never been so quiet. I seemed to have lost my soul and had no reason to revel in myself. The faint street light illuminated my tired figure, and I watched my shadow slowly walk by until it disappeared into the depths of the road.
Whenever the sun passes over the building, the objects on the balcony will be bathed in the sunshine and warm; especially in this cold winter, it feels like a kind of happiness.
I sat leisurely in the rocking chair, quietly admiring the heat in the room rising in the sunlight. Let the sun's light hit my body at will, soft and soft, feeling like a mother's warm hands, gently stroking the child's head. The various flowers and plants in front of me straightened up again as soon as the sunlight hit them, as if they were secretly telling the story of last night.
In a place with its back to the sun, there are several tabby cats on a carefully tidied pile of hay, lazily basking in the sun and occasionally stretching. A group of sparrows were jumping around fearlessly next to the haystack, pecking at the seeds of the dead grass. When someone passes by, it will fly to the branch with a "boom" sound, and then return to the previous place when it calms down. Occasionally, there are pigeons fluttering by, in groups, leaving a long and loud whistle, which seems to penetrate my window and ring crisply in my ears.
At this time, I think whether it is sipping a cup of tea or listening to a piece of music, I can feel a kind of peace and happiness. The sunshine enveloped me, and I was immersed in the river of memories; like a trace of dust in the sunshine, being expanded and transpired; like a leaf in the wind, falling swayingly; and like a wisp of duckweed in the water, lightly Swaying gently.
The weather is getting colder. Suddenly, I don’t like wearing cotton-padded jackets, they always feel heavy. Wearing a very thin coat, I fell in love with the cold feeling, but still complained about the temperature.
Falling in love with a feeling, I never thought about changing anything. The prosperity is gone, and we face the sky with the attitude of the past. Withered and old trees, we are just as helpless. Send your hope to next year! When the flowers bloom in spring next year, we will listen to the music of dreams together in the sunshine and quietly recall the glorious past.
Long time no see, my countryside; long time no see, my house. I am wandering in the desert of time, keeping you at the bottom just because I don’t want you to be touched. My dream has fallen asleep, only memories remain. Let my soul and memories rest in peace! Winter Prose Part 2
In early winter, Shi Tiesheng broke away from his sick body, resolutely broke away from the break in the time chain, returned to his free soul, and drifted away in the painless paradise.
The first snowfall in the city, I lay in the white world and felt that this winter was bone-chillingly cold. During the waiting days, I liked the open landing platform near the street at the end of the corridor of the ward. I often stopped here and looked out the window at how the city was dyed with neon lights into a colorful and flashing halo. But at this moment, the heavy fog surrounded the whole city and made the whole city gloomy. I was left alone here looking around, like a crane with thin legs, looking lonely and lonely. My strength became my only support. The snow quietly drops its helplessness or hope, and the heart is like a sunken ship, slowly sliding down the vast black seabed.
The outdoor temperature was very low, and I was getting tired from walking on the road of fighting for life. I finally took a break. A piece of medical diagnosis made me think calmly about the ultimate meaning of life, and I heard that life continues in the distance. Calling or constantly reproaching; calling for the beauty of life, reproaching me for not cherishing myself.
Every day with so many seriously ill people, I deeply feel the struggle and hardship, nostalgia and helplessness at the end of life. The confusion and wandering eyes still reveal the longing for life. It is actually quite difficult to be truly calm and calm about death. Facing them, I missed many ideas or practices that should have been corrected in time. Living in mistakes without self-examination is the biggest mistake.
Fortunately, this winter I understand that the phantom of life is like a rainbow, gorgeous but temporary. Who can say that this process is not precious? I know that life is so beautiful and I will cherish everything even more in the future, including suffering. Because life is just to fulfill the dream of death, and death uses its perfection to fulfill the lack of life. This is the end of course, but it is also the beginning. Therefore, when we live in the present, in addition to career and making money, we should use half of our energy to manage ourselves. Health, the only wealth in the world is health, it is what accompanies you throughout your life, everything else is just something outside your hands, you cannot grasp it.
Although this winter is cold, I am a blessing in disguise. I entered the Tao due to illness. The lessons of life have taught me that there is no end to the career and endless money to be made, but life is limited and ultimately only fleeting, which cannot withstand the erosion of time. Even if one day passes as two days, it will not be able to withstand the erosion of the long river of time, and will eventually be swallowed up by the flowing time. If we live each day as the last day of our life, then every day will be more meaningful. There will be berries of wisdom permeating our thoughts, and we will understand many unimagined truths. An experience, a thread that cannot be separated from time. All such tedious matters are left behind one by one, which is enough to bring happiness and a sense of belonging to our souls with us every day.
Make up for the situation before it is too late. Thanks to this winter for giving me a chance to talk to my soul in the hospital. Because of my health, I keep a certain distance from this world, but at the same time I stand on both sides of life and death. In this noisy era, it is so difficult to live truly and authentically without being packaged by the times and to maintain my true self. It's precious, even if my life is like a string, I still sing the hymn of life in my heart and face everything calmly. Because winter doesn't last long, spring is coming soon. Winter Prose Chapter 3
When there is frost, the mountains become frozen and quiet; when it snows, the white water in the black mountains freezes, and the mountains forget about the dawn, huddled in the rolling altitude, Take good care of your life. The mountain has forgotten the distance of time and the vastness of the universe. Golden and dark green coexist in her arms. The mountains in winter have a kind of holy broadness, there is wind, and occasionally there is the sound of tinkling water, which is very thin and light, mixed with air-conditioning, and a bit charming and lonely in the cold night.
In order to escape freedom, Shan lived in seclusion by herself, because she did not want to be noisy in the world, and left the bustle just to find loneliness, and then play with herself quietly. She thought that the most painful thing is wandering. On the edge of the bitter cold, there is solemnity and desolation. However, there are scattered birdsong during the day, and the messy crescent moon is accompanied by the clear light at night. After all, it is also kind and gentle. These are all oracles of nature.
The chirping of birds is clear; the flowers bloom alone; they are green and soft, all for the coming of winter. "Thousands of birds fly away over thousands of mountains, and every trace of human beings disappears across thousands of paths." Mountains are places where thinkers go on pilgrimage. In order to travel through mountains and rivers, for the chill of distant mountains, and to be as far away as mountains, there is a Taoist temple where people can make elixirs and become immortals. , there is Hanshan Temple with dusk drums and morning bells, people and poetry inhabiting the mountains in winter. I would like to turn into a thousand-year-old maple, spreading its red color casually on the continuous mountains, with clear veins on the stems and leaves, and burying it together with the snow in the dense deep mountain forests, covering the underground winter color with red thoughts; I would also like to turn into black mushrooms growing darkly in the withered pine needles underground for the little girls in the mountains to pick; or become bracken or winter bamboo shoots, leaving a mark of love on the vast mountains.
Stepping into the winter fog, we entered the mountains. All kinds of sounds of nature at night can rest peacefully in the mountains. There are no spring flowers blooming, no summer water surges, no autumn insects whispering, only the cold air all over the mountains and plains, condensing into winter frost. And sometimes, it stirs into thin ice strips and hangs on the pine branches, waiting quietly for the golden sunrise and the extremely fine mountain wind to blow in the pass and the heart of the mountain, making a rustling sound.
I found stone steps, a few tree branches, a box of wooden matches, and walked alone in the mountains. All around, there are silent trees, red leaves, green thoughts, black soil, yellow winter leaves, and white rhizomes, all gathered together in the clear mountain village, where the night is getting thicker. Winter is the most beautiful footnote to fairy tales. The color background can be white, black, golden, or sky blue. Castles and related stories are all engraved in the thoughts of hikers. I struck a matchstick, and in the dark mountain stream in the middle of winter, there were warm colors, which illuminated the ethereal nature of the mountain and the embarrassment of people. I swam in the dark mountain in order to find the silence of sympathy and sympathy with the mountain. "I never get tired of looking at both, only Jingting Mountain." The mountain and I have become two categories that look at each other. I am a person of philosophy, and the mountain is the god of theology. Man and God ignited their mutual understanding with a match. Snow, cold, fire, warmth, the mountain is empty and solid, and I am full of fragility. In the solid fragility, I forget myself and become a winter myth. The forests are dyed one after another, and the longing black shadows are all beautiful under the steaming smoke.
The mountain in winter is an old man of thought. After thousands of years of cultivation, she is still here, accepting the worship of the years. She is teasing all the legends and laughing at the longest wait. , the unparalleled splendor and the turbulent years are just floating clouds in the eyes of the mountain. She is a hybrid of time and space. She forgets time and space. These should be the most beautiful qualities of every mountain. The elephant is invisible and the sound is loud. The mountain itself is its most beautiful product. She likes to listen to the sound of the wind and the chirping of birds; she likes to see the swaying trees and the throb of grass; she likes to feel the breath of fire brought by the lonely winter nights; she likes the eternity of time in silence.
As winter passes and autumn comes, spring warms and flowers bloom. Every mountain is the tranquility of the universe, lingering in the vast wilderness of my heart. I fall asleep peacefully and become my own place forever. One day, on a lonely and cold winter day, I, a traveler on an unexpected journey, walked in the mountains in a hurry, thinking about the future full of the past. Winter Prose Chapter 4
It is very mysterious and does not appear until November. It will appear at the end of January.
Its appearance gives people a bone-chilling coldness, which reminds you of Liu Jia's two poems "Song of the Bitter Cold". All the springs are frozen and swallowed, but I sing the cold more sharply.
It comes in the autumn when the girls go out to play. There is no tenderness of Miss Qiu, no warmth of Grandpa Chun, no heat of Uncle Xia, only coldness and silence. However, many people like it.
Every winter, you can hear children cheering in the house. Some people are very excited when they see the first snow in their lives. They clamored for their parents to take them to build a snowman. Some people don't even wear gloves. They had just fallen outside in a big pile of snow, and it was so cold that it turned red. Their ears were filled with concern and careful questions. In a coffee shop, library or community garden in town, you can see the hot air filled with coffee, the tranquility in the library and the continuous sunshine in the garden. Some elderly people will run out in the morning, hoping to warm up. From time to time, you will hear laughter from every family. It's very sweet and pleasant. In winter, you can’t live without your family. It will make you feel the first ray of sunshine in the morning. When that light shines upon you, even your dark world is filled with light. The world seems to have endless possibilities, is beautiful and full of love.
Winter is my favorite season. Although we only get along with each other for a few months each year, it also enriches my life. When it's coming, I'm waiting for it with endless anticipation.
This is my secret, it will come out soon. By the way, it is accompanied by its sister Snowflake. Its shape is like a flower, so it can be said that it is very beautiful and worthy of its name. They came quietly. Winter Prose Part 5
"Romantic Winter" After several days of cold rain, I finally looked forward to a slightly clearer weather. It's the weekend, so there's plenty of time to spend freely.
I have always thought that this season is really like a black and white photo, real, but lacking some of the splendor of color. Gray skies, cold rain, wet streets and gloomy moods make it difficult to become clear. Therefore, daily life has a somewhat black and white meaning, and there are not many vivid plots to be found.
With thin frost on my feet, I walked alone through a campus with gardens, running water, pavilions and groves. I have been here many times and am familiar with every corner. I just like the chirping of birds in the woods, the running water under the corridor, the colorfulness of the garden, and the youthful faces walking towards me.
I thought that the cold and windy winter would be a bit more bleak. However, this spring garden unexpectedly gave me a surprise. After a winter rain last night, the grass was covered with thick golden leaves, the air became crisp, and a clear sky reflected under the sky.
Walk slowly on the paths paved with smooth stones and feel the colors in the garden. A little girl who was playing happily stuffed a red fallen leaf into my palm. I looked along the branches with fallen leaves, and for a moment, I felt a little dizzy. The trees are full of red maples!
The frost leaves are as red as the February flowers. To me, I always thought it was just a beautiful artistic conception in poetry. I have never seen a tree full of red maples, and I have always regretted it in my heart. However, when I really got closer, I was speechless in front of this sudden splendor. In fact, I have wandered under these trees many times, but I have never found that they can show such a beautiful plant. Perhaps, in life, we often realize at a moment when we suddenly look back: In fact, the beauty we are looking for and looking forward to has always been around us.
The flowers were also in bloom, so much so that I ignored the coldness of this season. The camellia blossoms bloomed in large blooms, and the red flowers of the double petals gave rise to endless enthusiasm in such a coldness. The chrysanthemum is also just right, lightly stained with the traces of last night's rain, and vaguely reflected in the red, yellow and purple strands. It turns out that winter gardens can be so gorgeous!
Perhaps, winter is just such a season for solidifying memories. Walking in the winter garden, I suddenly remembered a song I heard by chance. "Winter Garden" is in French. I don't understand French, but the moment I heard its melody, I can only describe it as amazing. The lightness in the low-key indulgence is like talking in a dream, shrouded in a layer of sentimental mist. The ultimate beauty. I think such a gorgeous yet minimalist and reserved work is more suitable for listening to alone in the dark. In the music, imagine how the garden exudes charming brilliance, which makes life become light and beautiful. I try not to remember it, which is better than forgetting it again. I can temporarily put aside my obsession and impetuousness and face the ebb and flow. People come and go, but go nowhere.
Life is neither mediocre here nor vain elsewhere. In winter like this, we can always pick up a petal of fragrance and give ourselves a garden of the soul. There are blooming flowers. There, the music lingers low and spreads in the bottom of my heart.
"Picking Up Winter" It is becoming increasingly rare to see snow in Xishu.
I remember that after a light snowfall in the early 1990s, I didn’t see snowflakes falling for many years. Seeing a falling snow every winter had become a luxury, until that day in early 2008. Rare heavy snow.
When I was a child, I felt the cold of winter. Even wearing cotton coats and trousers could not withstand the severe cold.
In the winter at that time, snowing was very common and natural. Sometimes there are snowflakes wrapped in the cold rain, and when they fall on the ground, the snowflakes turn into slush. This is often called sleet. The dirt roads in the countryside are cold and slippery after being soaked by snow and water. If you are not careful, you will be in trouble. If the northerly wind blows again, the cotton clothes on your body will seem to become thin, and your face will be like a cold knife. In a moment, The face will turn red from the cold. As the saying goes, a face that cannot freeze to death will still develop sores from the cold. No wonder many people will develop chilblains on their faces or earlobes. Sometimes there are snowflakes flying all over the sky, flipping lightly in the air, and the snowflakes beat and fall one after another, gradually turning into snow. At this time, my heart also danced with the snowflakes, and even rolled on the snow with joy. It was just a thin layer at first, but after one night's work, when I opened the door the next morning, I saw white snow everywhere on the roof, branches, and roads, and a thick and sparse blanket of silver. At this time, we no longer care about the cold. We dig snow pits, build snowdrifts, and make snowmen together. When we have a crazy time, we have snow fights and never tire of it.
Often when snow covers the ground, the river water is freezing cold, and a thin layer of ice condenses on the paddy fields. I hold a small piece of it in my hand, blowing on the ice cube from time to time, and looking at it infatuatedly. The ice melted, and my little hands were red from the cold, but there was a burst of joy in my heart.
After a heavy snowfall, the aunties are busy picking snow into jars and using the snow water to soak salted eggs and make pickles. It is said that the soaked eggs have yolks that do not change color and can overflow more. The oil is yellow and is an excellent appetizer. The kimchi made is delicious and can be kept fresh. A neighbor who has a small brewery brews several large water tanks and fills them tightly with snow. He said that the soju made from snow water will be more mellow and sweet. In fact, these are some folk practices, and they may not be unreasonable.
In those years, as long as there was a heavy snowfall, the wilderness would be endless, and the dry land would be covered with thick snow, as if it were covered with a blanket of snow. At this time, the farmers smiled happily and said that it was a good year and the auspicious snow heralded a good harvest. Yes, thick snow covers the ground, which can not only reduce the heat transfer from the ground, but also block the intrusion of cold air on the snow surface, so that the ground temperature will not drop too low due to the severe cold in winter. At the same time, the snow provides crops It saves water and enhances the fertility of the soil. The snow is protected and moisturized, allowing crops to survive the winter safely. As the saying goes, if the earth is covered with snow, one grain will reap two grains. In fact, I did not understand this principle at the time, but I gradually gained a deeper understanding later on.
The snowy winter is worthy of nostalgia and endless aftertaste. It is just engraved in the memory of childhood. The fluttering snowflakes, the cold snow water, and the silvery white snow cover seem to be driven away by the obviously warmer winters year by year. Winter is no longer cold, and winter seems to be lost.
The warm winter climate reminds me of the El Ni?o phenomenon. Since the 1990s, the ups and downs of the El Ni?o phenomenon have brought disastrous weather around the world. It is not cold when it should be cold, and it is not hot when it should be hot. , where the weather should be sunny, heavy rains have caused flooding, but where it should rain, the sun is scorching and the land is cracked.
When we calm down and think deeply, the occurrence of many natural disasters is often closely related to our activities. Indeed, most natural disasters are man-made disasters. The El Ni?o phenomenon is not just a natural disaster. Its rampage and rampantness are related to the increasing deterioration of our living environment and the increasing greenhouse effect of the earth. It is the result of us using our own hands to demand too much from nature without paying attention to the protection of the ecological environment.
In fact, people and nature are integrated together. We are equal to the mountains, rivers, forests, and wind and clouds. All things are like members of a big family, and there is indeed a natural harmony and balance.
Facing the sky, the earth, and all living things, what else can we say?! Low-carbon actions, energy conservation and emission reduction, and protection of the ecological environment are to protect our common earth home. .
When will the lost winter return? I hope to pick up winter as soon as possible and return a cold winter to the earth and a piece of white snow. Winter Prose Part 6
I don’t remember which day in December it was. I don’t remember whether there were stars in the sky that night. She couldn't remember what the temperature was at that time, or whether she felt cold. She didn't even remember what kind of wind was blowing that day, which made her feel dazed and confused until she couldn't distinguish things.
She lived a leisurely life on a day that should have been busy. The whole person is loose and loose, just like a ground flower scattered in the air, falling and rising with the wind. She was just numbing herself, trying every means to escape from the pressure that her shoulders should bear. In fact, who doesn't understand that in this way, the only ones who suffer are themselves and the little efforts they have made.
The A-style milk tea shop downstairs has changed its owner and name. The tables and chairs that were once familiar are no longer familiar at this moment, and the only thing left is the same wall as before. There is an extra classic blue guitar in the store, but for some reason, there is no E string on the guitar. Perhaps, its owner wants to commemorate, or to forget? Every day, music that is familiar to emotional people is played in the store. Listening to it will make you drunk, so drunk that it will break your heart. Most of the people who came in and out were young children, ignorant, and enthusiastic as if on fire. In addition to cheers, they also laughed. Xi leaned against the wall and heard the roar of laughter exuding a little sadness, a little bit of it. This is life, it always makes some people grow old first.
I don’t know when, but every day, there is the shadow of Xi there. The small room on the second floor seemed to be exclusive to her. Everything seemed simple, a purple back sofa, a snow-white tablecloth, a box of backgammon, a pack of cards, a pack of tissue paper, and a small window. During the day, I like the jelly without the jelly grass, and at night, I like hot milk. I always bring a cup of boiled water. The little days were just like this, clearly and hastily wasted, and I didn't feel any distress at all. Maybe, any day in the future, she will blame herself and feel regretful. At this moment, the intention to live in the present is decisive. She said, in the future, you take your time, I will not refuse.
A person, still a person. She was lost, feeling herself alone.
People were coming and going in a hurry all around. Think about it, leaving, returning, and leaving again, life is like this, everywhere becomes a distant place, which makes this only heart finally wander alone without getting tired of it.
Now, in the middle of winter, many corners of the northern hemisphere are bone-chillingly cold. Xi curled up tiredly in his corner. I always like to put the past aside, thinking that I can make everything stay. Deliberately not understanding his own thoughts, and thinking of escaping again and again. Maybe at this moment, one look is enough to make her get lost in this winter.
In the flower garden, the wintersweet that had just bloomed could not stop sighing in the biting cold wind. Xi's face seemed to have the remaining smile from yesterday. I have looked forward to the dusk and the afterglow of the setting sun countless times. When can I have it? Winter Prose Part 7
Winter has already arrived, and the weather has alternated between hot and cold several times! When it's cold, it's really cold, and the higher-lying areas have already seen the spectacular scenery covered with ice and snow; but when it's hot, it feels like the crisp autumn air, with blue sky and white clouds, and I can't believe it's winter. But overall, this year’s winter came a little earlier than in previous years.
I have gone through 36 seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and experienced happiness and desolation at all stages of life. But now, walking on the long journey of life, everything seems to be as light as blue smoke. Misty and unreal, I don’t know where to go!
I often wonder, what should people pursue in life? I often feel that I have lost my direction and goals while living, and I cannot see the direction to take in the future!
I often wonder, how should I live my life to be happy? I always think about it but can't find the answer. There are all kinds of life, everyone has a way of living, and the existence of every thing has its own unique meaning and unknown story. So to borrow the most popular saying: If you don’t understand me, I don’t blame you.
Nine times out of ten things in life are unsatisfactory, but how to control one out of ten things that go well is really not easy. How to live a happy-go-lucky life with a willing attitude, without being disturbed by any external negative thoughts and emotions, and describe the years as calm and gentle!
Sometimes, I will feel inexplicably flustered for a while, and I will feel that if I don’t hurry up and do some things, it will be too late. The reality is like a small boat with no direction in the vast mist, leaving the people on the shore as powerless and helpless as breaking their waists.
Sometimes, I just want to hide in a quiet corner alone, cry heartily, and vent the resentment in my heart that has been accumulated for a long time and has nowhere to be released. Then he silently wiped away his tears and continued moving forward.
I really want to live my life like a romantic love poem, but sometimes it turns into a sad love song.
Winter still seems to be a season that makes people think a lot, especially the gray weather, which also makes people feel that there is a thick shadow cast on their hearts, making it impossible to see the future clearly. Where.