Sentence 1 The snow in Jiangnan is mostly crystal clear snow particles, like pure and beautiful pearls. Although you can sometimes see white and light snowflakes floating in the wind, compared with the heavy goose feather snow flying all over the sky in the north, the snow in the south of the Yangtze River is so petite and soft, like a curling and graceful innocent girl, soft and white, which is intoxicating. .
Sentence 2 The spring snow in the south of the Yangtze River reflects on the ancient city, and heavy snow falls in the sky. Thousands of pear blossoms fall all night long, pure love wrapped in silver makeup. The flying snow peaks cover the land south of the Yangtze River. I lie drunk on the bed and listen to the sound of snow.
When it snows in the third sentence, Jiangnan does not have the grandeur of "thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow falling", nor the excitement of "silver snakes dancing in the mountains, and wax figures galloping in the past", and it is light and elegant. There is a quiet and peaceful charm. I like to watch and listen to the round, crystal clear snow particles quietly falling with the pattering of the wind, like white and beautiful pearls, jumping and rolling on the roof in the field, knocking out a A wonderful and strange sound.
Sentence 4 The snow in Jiangnan is so white and beautiful, the snow in Jiangnan is so pure and flawless. "Wind and rain send spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring." The snow in Jiangnan is like a holy and beautiful primrose, coming slowly amid people's infinite expectations. She heralds another good year with abundant harvests in Jiangnan.
Sentence 5: "Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed on the trees." The quiet Jiangnan town, the quaint waterside courtyard, the city was covered with snow overnight, and the plain white writing was ethereal. "The wind and smoke are all pure, the Tianshan Mountains are the most beautiful. Drifting in the current, anything and everything." Blossoming hexagonal ice crystals, with petals clear and pure, fall from the Jiutian Yao Pond and come gracefully, like white butterflies, like viburnums. Swaying lightly, dancing in the gentle breeze, flowing through the clouds, like the beautiful and clear flowers of a season, naturally blooming in the infinite world.
Sentence 6 The sky this weekend is exceptionally blue, without the haze of the previous few days. I enjoyed the hard-won sunshine, listened to the chattering of the old people in the warm sunshine, and watched the children running, chasing, and playing. The lawn at this moment is still dry, and from time to time the children will run out of dust. I stood quietly in the wind, looking at the horizon without a trace of clouds. But your shadow came to my mind.
Sentence 7: The snow in the south of the Yangtze River has the poetic and picturesque feeling of walking on the snow to look for plum blossoms, and it also has the unique character of the cold plum blossoms in the north. An ancestor wrote a poem about the scenery and said, "Looking at Luofu in the snow, the jade peak rises high. I don't know the village at the foot of the mountain, but people live in the plum blossoms." The poem is confusing and confusing, like the rare beauty of a dream; there is also Yuan Zhen's "Only seen" The clouds at the top of the ridge are like clouds, and the snow is like dust on the startling rocks; there are thousands of bamboo shoots on the peaks, thousands of jade trees, and thousands of trees and pines with thousands of clouds. "The snow makes me gasp in admiration when I see the beautiful scenery; it's even like the "Plum snow contends for spring in Lu Meipo". If you are willing to surrender, Sao Renge will write a review. A season of snowflakes are blowing in the wind, walking lightly on the snow to warm old feelings, the love is deep and lingering in the snow, a handful of heart flowers are blooming in the snow, the cold wind blows the love song, I stand alone in the plum pavilion and recite poems, the cold plum blossoms bloom in the snow, The wind blows the snowflakes in the alley, pick a snowflake and put it on your chest, the tenderness turns into pity, dance in the alley with the silk scarf shaking, the snow is falling in the south of the Yangtze River, the deep love...
Sentence 9 The snow in the south of the Yangtze River has various charms and full of interest. It is slender and elegant, exquisite and delicate, just like Xiaojia jasper, shy and lingering, pure and pure, without the majestic magnificence and strong perseverance of the northern cold outside the Great Wall: "Silver snakes dancing in the mountains, originally galloping as wax figures, wanting to compete with the gods." It's strong and cold, but you can't see the bleak and icy face of "there are few pedestrians at dusk, and the wind and snow are deep in the mountains." She raised her eyebrows and looked up at the sky, filled with warmth and hope, leaving the sky blank. Holding palms together and gazing at each other, the city in the south of the Yangtze River is full of beautiful figures. Their dancing sleeves are graceful and graceful, and their willow waists are slim and graceful. They are just like the elegant scenery of "thousands of forests with fragrant snow floating in the sky, and the faint mist of light falling in the green." , with a faint fragrance. However, "the fragrance lingers in the snow, and there is no trace of the moon outside the smoke." A wisp of old friendship, a pulse of longing for each other, add to the deep and graceful hope of "looking at the snow rolls through the sparse curtains, and reflecting the flowers in the deep house." , a poignant and lingering mood situation.
Sentence 10 It was windy and snowy last night in the south of the Yangtze River, and the flowers bloomed endlessly. The clouds all over the sky are blown away by the wind, and I leave you with tears on my clothes. I looked at your retreating back, but you didn’t look back; I was soaked in the drizzle from the south of the Yangtze River, but you didn’t hold up the flower umbrella; I looked at the flowers blooming on the field, but you didn’t drift in my flower field; I looked at Staring at the stars for your appearance, you are hidden in the illusion of the dark night. Miss Chun and I were talking about your floral blue shirt, but you disappeared into the sky with the snowflakes. I don’t know what happened, what made you leave quietly, how can I feel your warmth again in my moist heart?
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Sentence 11 The snow in the south of the Yangtze River has the tranquility of drinking alone in the quiet mountains and the misty forest. In the winter when it is almost lonely and quiet to the freezing point, I hand over a long-lasting mottled dusty heart to the gentle palm of nature's tolerance and kindness, and listen to the clear wind and white snow blowing from the shallowest starting point of my thoughts to the farthest end, blowing away It has solved the knot of hair and heart that has been entangled for one and three lifetimes, and smoothed out a wrinkled and lost soul. The firm tenderness of a heart-to-soul covenant, a natural acme of quiet beauty. Walk to a water-poor place and sit down to watch the clouds rise.
Sentence 12: The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is light and plain, and the beauty is ethereal. A kind of natural dignity, elegance and tranquility, with the sound of falling to the ground and the empty valley reflecting the snow. "The salt is flying and the butterflies are dancing, and the flowers are falling and the pink makeup is floating." It is as gentle as jade, and it goes away in a dense cloud. "The breeze shakes the trees in the garden, and fine snow falls under the curtains. The sky lingers like mist, and the steps resemble flowers gathering.
"The soft snow blows in the wind, and the pear-white curtains are bright and beautiful, like flowers and beautiful families. Just like the plain-clothed woman ferrying the breeze in the south of the Yangtze River on the water, she is naturally beautiful, with bright eyes and good vision, tranquility and tranquility, and the clear flowers of water and wood. Pick a petal of heart fragrance and tie it together skillfully. Three thousand blue silks, wearing a green skirt and sleeves, singing a light song. A pair of slender wrists strumming the strings of a collection of timeless immortal legends and touching stories. The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is spotless and graceful. Everywhere he goes, there are small bridges and flowing water, pink and blue green tiles, and the ink Jiangnan brocade of "heavy makeup and light makeup are always suitable" in the rain lane, adding a bit of lifelike charm.
No. 13. The sentence "It's not like catkins blowing up due to the wind." "If you understand the snow in the south of the Yangtze River, you will already know deeply what is the beauty of the echo in the empty valley? What is the unspeakable kindness of great love? What is the choice of gains and losses? What is compassion and understanding? The sorrow and joy of the impermanent past in this mortal world, and let it go The restless soul is gradually stripped away from the colorful feasts, sounds, dogs and horses, allowing the vast thoughts to roam freely in the unknown sky, and letting the profound spirit persevere to meditate on the mystery of Zen enlightenment. Change, an unpredictable state, abandon the complexity, be calm and calm, and be at ease. My eyes are empty and clear, and I am walking in the leisurely courtyard. It is said that only the tranquility can lead to great distances. Understanding the principles of Zen can lead to enlightenment and enlightenment. The bright mirror holds the flowers and smiles. Out of shape, the sky is vast.
The wind strengthens their pride in the white snow, the mountains are covered with silver makeup, and the cars are steaming. And black smoke, very eye-catching. In the world of white, even a little bit of black is very conspicuous. Finally, I saw the outline of the village houses and the smoke above the white snow. The snowflakes were still dancing, and my thoughts were also Dancing. Hills, plains, small towns, small towns, snow - gradually drifting away! There are only a few concerts a year for Jiangnan Snow! This year’s encore made us ecstatic, so we wrote for Jiangnan Snow A few words and thoughts! Oh, the snow in the south of the Yangtze River!
Sentence 15: Growing up in the south of the Yangtze River, I especially loved snow when I was a child. I loved building snowmen and having snowball fights with my friends. I often picked off the ice cubes from the trees and played with them as popsicles. The pure white ice and snow brought me a lot of fun in my childhood. What’s more interesting is that snow can also cure prickly heat. In winter, I fill bottles with snow and store it underground. When you have prickly heat on your body in the hot summer next year, cut a piece of cucumber, dip it in snow water and apply it on it. The prickly heat will disappear in a few days. It is more effective than the prickly heat powder sold in the store. As a person who loves prickly heat, I have another way of treating snow. Preference, when there is no snow in the winter, you will feel a sense of loss, and there is an indescribable melancholy.
Sentence 16: The tender snowy field, the love of Jiangnan, with clusters of snowflakes, and white powder on the tiles and eaves. A red lantern hangs in front of the door, the treetops in the courtyard are covered with snow, a curtain of sorrowful snow covers the embroidered window, that day I gently hugged your thin limbs, a hint of coldness hangs on my eyebrows, the plum blossoms blooming in the alley, dancing in the snow, a touch of warmth touches my heart, a silver hairpin With a blushing face, you dance in the snow in a frivolous manner, you are a graceful gentleman in the snow.
Sentence 17 It snows very late in the south of the Yangtze River, always in the first and second months of the lunar calendar, like a long time ago. The late girl in white brings people's infinite expectations. In this season when winter is coming to an end and spring is approaching, the rapeseed and red flowers planted in the south of the Yangtze River are growing beautifully, spreading green on the fields like green carpets. When the crystal clear white snow covers it, the green grass under the ice-covered snow becomes the emerald gems inlaid in the Crystal Palace. And in the vast snow-covered fields in the south of the Yangtze River, the most eye-catching ones are the plum blossoms. The little flowers burning with the fire of life add a bit of vitality to the cold world of ice and snow, and the white ice and snow make the blooming plum blossoms more vivid.
Sentence 18 I. Standing in the spring wind, looking for the steps of the spring breeze, I can't see the wild flowers everywhere. Spring in the north comes late, and the shadow of the last winter is everywhere. Look at the winding river embankment, where are the graceful willows? Every eye is covered with withered and yellow grass. I couldn't help but think of Jiangnan again, but Jiangnan had already left me, so I had to recall it. Recall every bit of that spring.
Sentence 19 The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is simple and pure, and the childish heart is visible. On a bright and sunny day, the grass is covered with snowflakes. I never tire of holding hands with the children to chase and play, have snowball fights and build snowmen. At that moment of indulgence, looking at the young and innocent faces, listening to the clear and innocent laughter, it is as beautiful as a picture scroll, like the sound of nature, a pure happiness that stretches in the snowy world. It's like returning to a gap in time, like traveling in a dream paradise. The memories of childhood and the snowy scenery of childhood are getting closer and closer, as if you are in the dreamlike childhood era in Andersen's kingdom. Listen, Snow White's beloved bell was quietly rang by a group of carefree, innocent and lively dwarfs
Sentence 20 The north wind gently swirled the dead branches and danced, and the wet alley suddenly drifted with snow. , velvet flowers are scattered all over the ground in white, and you take a leisurely stroll in the depths of the alley. Snow is condensed on the stone slabs, and the footprints are deep. There is a rustle of footsteps. Suddenly, snowflakes fall on the eaves, one flower, one, a handful of white, dyeing the courtyard with pure white, and one petal. With a pure heart and a peaceful heart, the feeling of stepping on the snow in the wind is lingering, telling a story about the softness of the snow. The empty snowflakes spread across the city, and the love in the snow is recited in the alley.
Sentence 21 The snow in the south of the Yangtze River has a romantic and sentimental atmosphere, and the purity of being able to endure the world. The beauty of an encounter, the pulse of gratitude, accompanied by the seasonal fragrance of pear blossoms and plain snow, are reincarnated one after another like the grass growing and the orioles flying, the apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and the misty rain on many towers. Just like the white wind lotuses in the Su Causeway in spring, like the white chrysanthemums blooming quietly in the Xiagu Valley in winter, inadvertently and unconsciously, it touches the most reserved love in the bones and teases the tenderest heartstrings in the veins.
The love of falling snow and the purity of the heart, holding hands, are reflected in the aqua sky, pure and flawless, crystal clear, scattered in the gaps of time, the confusion and confusion are like a veil, and the dreams and beliefs are like the morning breeze. Xu Qi, with his pious palms, slowly spread out the boundless clear and distant hope, carrying me to fly.