How to express your mind in the ice and snow, just give you pine and cypress branches!
Old zhe leaves are as yellow as tender trees, and cold cherry branches are as white as wild flowers.
Where are the flying catkins? The layers of ice and snow are destroyed, and it is colder to sparse a tree.
The trees in winter are bare, as if they have no hair. I happened to pass by when another leaf fell. I found that the branches are cross-shaped, like letters y, a, x, z, and all kinds of strange things. I also found that some trunks are big and thick, some trunks are small and thin, the small and thin tree is willow, and the big and thick tree is phoenix tree! Willow leaves are thin and long, like braids and boats. The leaves of buttonwood are pentagonal, much like a five-pointed star, and some are like flying saucers. Different trees have different leaves!
White snow fell on the hawthorn tree, like wearing a white cotton-padded jacket.
In the cold winter, full of snow grains are wrapped around the branches, and the branches seem to grow white pearls. If it snows harder, it's like covering a tree with a thick quilt. This is really a beautiful sight.
Trees in winter in the south are always coldly covered with a layer of green yarn. She always stands on the street corner silently, and her only friend is the wind. Every time we meet, she always shakes the leaves excitedly.
In winter, it snows heavily, and snowflakes fall on persimmon trees one after another, as if putting a white cotton-padded jacket on persimmon trees.
In winter, camphor tree still grows tenaciously, not afraid at all, just like a soldier, guarding our campus day and night, resisting frost and snow.
The middle row is green all the year round, but the fly in the ointment is that they are short, and some even fall off their crowns. Unlike those trees, they are satisfied with the present and don't want to turn off the strong wind. Surprisingly, as middlemen, they are not afraid of strong winds and have plenty of sunshine. This is very much like the middle class, living a mediocre life, but not afraid of political turmoil and material shortage, content with the status quo and living happily all their lives.
March is still cold. Looking out of the window, the bare branches cut through the blue sky. From time to time, a few birds who are not afraid of the cold rest on the branches and moan, adding a sad atmosphere. But only that tree stands out from the crowd, with pale yellow leaves fluttering in the wind. Although not very dense, it will always attract people's attention. Because other trees are still asleep, there is no sign of spitting green, but against the background of the mountains behind them, it is a simple watercolor painting.
Winter girl came, and the snow covered the Gleditsia sinensis tree with beautiful silver, which was very beautiful.
The books at the end of those trees are scary high, and the powerful notes go straight into the sky. Coupled with the dead branches and leaves after winter, it is extremely tragic and tragic. It can be seen how difficult it was from last autumn to today. Just like today's people, they have struggled all their lives. After the glory of "summer", they quickly retired in autumn, leaving only dead branches. Perhaps, "he" will sprout again and become a star again. Or, end it all silently.
The branches of that tree are covered with snowflakes, as if wearing thick clothes. At that time, it was full of vitality, not as lonely as it is now. Although there is only one tree, there are flowers and plants around it. But it is so decadent now, and its yellow leaves are constantly telling its confused future.