Looking forward to, looking forward to, the north wind is coming, and the footsteps of winter are approaching.
Everything seems to have just woken up, close your eyes. The mountains are silent, the water is deep and the sunshine is hazy.
The grass stretched wearily, hiding in the arms of Mother Earth, and dried up. After the heavy snow, the yard and the Woods were all white. If you cover it with a soft quilt, the grass will start to hibernate beautifully. The wind, whistling past; The trees are bare.
Bamboo, wintersweet and pine, you won't let me, I won't let you, all standing in the snow. The straightness of bamboo, the pride of plum blossoms and the tenacity of pine trees are admirable. It's cold in the lake, I close my eyes, and the snow is flying, just like a beautiful glass world! Many children are playing happily in the snow, and all the snowballs, big and small, fly away. Snowmen are everywhere: ordinary, steel-toed, wearing scarves, sprinkled on the fields, like guards, like dolls, still alive.
"Northland scenery, thousands of miles of ice, Wan Li snow", yes, the whole world is like an ice and snow paradise. The fresh smell of rain and dew in the snow, mixed with the fragrance of earth and plum blossoms, is brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds fly to the fields in the far south, and the Woods are deserted. Only the north wind is mixed with the children's crisp laughter, like a melodious tune, which contrasts with the thin snow and ice. The cow is pulling the plow to shovel the snow on the road!
Snow is the most common. It lasts for four or five days. Don't be happy, look, like goose feathers, like petals, like dandelions, densely woven, and there is thick snow on the roof. Crystal icicles hung on the branches, reflecting moving brilliance in the sun. In the morning, at dawn, doors and windows are wide open, and people come and go, setting off the excitement of winter morning. Going to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, there are more children playing with snow; There are also snow shovels on the road, wearing cotton-padded clothes and cotton caps, but their noses are slightly sweaty.
The snow outside gradually melted, and there were more children on the ground. Men, women and children in urban and rural areas like the snow in this northern country. Talking on the stove, words are warm; Looking out the window and daydreaming, looking forward to the arrival of the new year. "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" After the snow, there is enough energy and hope.
Winter is like a naughty snow doll, white from head to toe.
Winter is like a pure fairy with fresh and pure beauty.
Winter is like a strict old man, leading people to train in the ice and snow.