Please write a poem or a composition with the theme of "Singing in Winter". Poetry is not less than 28 lines, and the composition is not less than 1000 words.

If winter is the greatest benefit, all children can answer: it's snow. In winter, the sun refuses to get up early again. It is wrapped in a thick cotton coat, so the sun is not warm. This is a great event for the children. They played and shouted at will, splashed snowflakes and made snowmen, but they were all small, and the corners of carrots seemed to have a bad smile. Oh, I really want to avenge them, this stingy winter girl!

Snowflakes wrapped around the ground, accompanied by cold wind, a little mixed with the sound of reading, a little cold. Winter is not destined to be a symbol of youthful vitality, but I love winter very much, not only because of its snow, but also because of its pride, competing with plums and walking with cranes. Not like a little jasper, but like a heroine

It is said that the winter in Hangzhou is like putting a mist on a girl washing sand at the water's edge, which is illusory. Winter in Suzhou is like putting a fur coat on a young woman living in a deep house compound. Although it is not cold, it does add a bit of nobility, not as lovely as Winter in Jinan written by Mr. Lao She.

At the same time, perhaps it is snowing in the northeast of my hometown, and large tracts of snowflakes are often heartbreaking. The wind hurt my face, but I didn't care at all, so I went to Xun Mei to walk in the snow, turned back a red plum, and put it in front of my desk to make it give off a long fragrance.

One night, the north wind was tight, and it began to snow in a blink of an eye. This is snow in Beijing. It is a little petty and dry, but it just hides those rotten flowers and weeds slightly, waiting for the flowers to bloom next year.

The sky changed from light blue to bright red, another year passed and winter ended in a hurry. In fact, people look forward to the arrival of spring. The article is going to be rotten, what vitality and vitality, but some people still need to spend some pen and ink, and the Spring Festival is not bad!

In winter, sitting in a cold chair is not as happy as the sisters in the book, the food is not very delicious, and there are no games to play. Alas, it's really boring. I wrote childish words with a childish pen. Maybe there is still a trace of happiness to find.

In recent days, the sky has become more and more Leng Yan. After the snow falls, it looks like "the vast land is really clean". Occasionally, birds sing, leaving only a glimpse in the sky, as if afraid to disturb the sleeping spring.

Winter is like a song, a beautiful song.

Don't worry, I didn't write that bad smile.