Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" parody prose 1 Everything wakes up only because I am here.
I came by the wind, walked through the city, crossed the plains, crossed the sea, and I have been to every corner. I have seen it many times: during the day, cities, streets, crowds, endless streams, invisible bodies passing through, and coolness arises spontaneously; At night, the neon lights in the city are particularly dazzling. So I went to the countryside and saw the sea of stars. Overnight, everything woke up and all the creatures changed into spring clothes. I come by wind, which is called spring breeze.
I came in the rain and threw it at will. After a while, the world became humid and the air was fresh. I washed away the dust and all the dirt turned white. Someone asked me why I was so cold and not warm at all. But some people think I am gentle and considerate and meticulous. I came by rain, called spring rain.
I have no face, but somehow, all the commendatory words have become synonymous with me. I have no feelings, and life is fleeting like dusk. Time abandoned me mercilessly, and I only took one of the four seasons. I am greedy. Will everyone remember me when the flowers fall in spring?
"Trouble comes from love, and fear comes from love. If you leave your lover, there will be no worries and fears. " Is it the true meaning of carefree love? I arrived deadpan and finally left silently, but I know very well-I like this world! When the dust settles, I will leave eventually, but before that, it is better to love everything you want; Future prosperity is still far away. Before that, it is better to watch the sunset at night to make everything more meaningful.
Flowers bloom and fall is my time. I am more perfect when the flowers bloom. When the flowers fall, I have left. ...
Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" Imitation Composition 2 Looking forward to, looking forward to, the spring rain is coming, and the footsteps of spring are near.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The weather is getting warmer, the sun is shining, and grass grows out of the land.
Bamboo shoots slipped out of the soil and were green. In the Woods, you see, a large area. Stand, lean, walk a few steps and take some photos. The wind is warm and the bamboo shoots are tender.
Begonia, Sophora japonica, wisteria, you won't let me, I won't let you, all competing to bloom. Pink is like rouge, white is like snow, and purple is like a gem. These flowers are fragrant. Close your eyes, the tree seems to be full of begonia, Sophora japonica and wisteria. Birds are flying about in the tree. Butterflies are everywhere: yellow, white and green, flying around in the sky, just like pigments in a painter's palette, flying everywhere.
Spring rain is accompanied by spring thunder, and drizzle covers the earth like smoke and yarn. In the forest, many trees are moistened by the spring rain and full of bright flowers. There are red, yellow, white and purple flowers. All kinds of flowers are really like a beautiful big flower bed, emitting rich fragrance.
At this moment, the rain stopped. The children are outside, rolling on the grass, playing games and flying kites. Many butterflies and bees smell the flowers and fly around to collect honey and fly around in mid-air. Many birds fly freely in the sky, and they sing crisp and sweet songs from time to time.
Spring is like a painter. He used his magic palette to make the earth colorful.
Spring is like a magician. He used his wand to make the earth look brand-new and dispel the cold of that winter.
Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" imitation composition 3 When the first leaf is replaced with new buds, when the first fruit is painted with color, when the first rain is not as turbulent as summer rain, autumn is silent and unconsciously floats to the world.
Pick up a fallen leaf, the surface of which is engraved with golden lines. That leaf has long lost its elasticity in early spring, like a weather-beaten old man, old and vicissitudes; Holding a falling flower, the withered petals reveal a faint fragrance, telling the beauty and glory of that year, and also entrusting themselves to the land to nurture new flowers in the coming year.
A gust of autumn wind rolled up a few pieces of Ye Er, spinning in the air. The wind brings some earthy smell, mixed with a smell of wheat, simple and plain, with an indescribable unique taste of autumn. There is also the fragrance of various fruits, brewing in the air. There is no rich spring flowers, no refreshing summer grass, only a faint wind, which slightly blows over the cheeks and scatters a faint taste, which is natural and calm. Only two birds who sing occasionally can temporarily break the calm of this autumn. The ancient green slate and the towering white walls are stained with a dark yellow in autumn. A few osmanthus flowers rose and fell with the autumn leaves in the wind, and finally landed on the earth, looking up at the porcelain empty, smiling quietly and embellishing the earth.
At the end of the path is an endless field, which has been dyed golden before you know it. Straw bent down, ears of wheat whispered, telling the harvest in autumn. All kinds of fruits appeared quietly, ringing bells, decorating the treetops and bending the treetops mischievously. A bird swung over the treetops, jumped over the wheat fields and returned to its nest, but found no waves of wheat falling under it. Echo each other, what a wonderful chorus!
Standing on the ridge, I suddenly felt a little cold on the back of my hand. Silent, quiet and dignified, the rain becomes lighter and more affectionate. The sky is gray and a little dark. Rain, but flashing light, crystal clear, like the eyes of the sky, like the stars in the sky; The fields were quiet, and the rain poured out with a little tenderness and threw itself into the embrace of the earth. Although the autumn rain is cold, it can calm the restless heart and purify the soul. The fruit is swaying, emitting a delicate fragrance in the rain, and it becomes more shiny after being baptized by the rain. A few drops of water drop on the ears of wheat, which are tears of autumn, flowing with the joy of harvest. Looking into the distance, I seem to see a more beautiful and open land.
Autumn is coming.
Yellow leaves fall gently, and autumn comes with the footsteps of the wind.
The wind blows over a tree and its head; The wind blew through the wheat field and dyed the wheat awn; The wind blew through the town to help the children change their clothes. The wind roared and the grass nodded. The sound of the wind echoed in the horn of the car and became a wonderful symphony.
In the wheat field, the wheat bent down with laughter, but did not know that handfuls of sickles were slowly approaching them. Farmers entered the Yellow Sea in Wang Yang one by one. Wheat falls one by one, and the wind laughs when it sees it, bumping around like a deer. Hit the glass and make a sharp "zi zi" sound; Hit the bulletin board and hit the paper upside down, floating around; Hit a row of geese, and the geese fled south in fear; I bumped into people and people put on their coats.
The children were full of joy, put on their coats, took branches and baskets, and ran to play with fruit under the tree.
Autumn has come, driving away the heat and migratory birds.
Autumn has come, bringing fruit and food.
Autumn has gone, without taking away a cloud, quietly.
Zhu Ziqing's Spring imitates the composition of five winters. Unlike spring, it has no mother's palm-like east wind, nor vitality and hope. In winter, there is only cold, whetted, knife-like north wind and despair.
In winter, it is not easy to see snow in the south, but in the majestic winter, the cold attack will never be put down. Winter, on the earth, is the test of the survival of all things. Cold water, cold air, cold land.
The north wind roared endlessly, only cold and pain. Bare branches, shivering in the wind, green pine trees, particularly conspicuous, shaking helplessly. The vitality of the past spring was tightly suppressed, and the meaning of this life was vividly displayed by this test. Hungry sparrows and cold winds are the struggles of life, ready to grow when the call of spring comes, but not yet.
"All human wisdom can be summed up in two words-wait and hope." This sentence is true, and winter is the summary of wisdom. Insects are preparing underground, seeds are waiting underground, trees draw nutrients from fallen leaves and silently look forward to the hope brought by the east wind. The night is long, difficult and not bad at all. Time is like a file, polishing the will of all beings a little, but the powder filed down is absorbed by something called hope a little, and it is expanding.
The north wind seldom stops. This kind of breathing can add solemnity and silence to winter. The king of winter didn't step down, and the bug never dared to speak. Travel everywhere, but everything is like a corner of the world-quiet and cold. If at this time, there is not even a grass bud, it would be amazing. The pine tree is a great representative, but it never flinches.
Winter is like a solemn old man, educating everything and honing everything.
Winter is like a majestic king, controlling heaven and earth, destroying hope and making everything grow in meditation.
Winter is like the messenger of the creator, inviolable and sacred, leading us to learn, to understand the meaning of life and to gather wisdom.
Zhu Ziqing's Spring is silent when he imitates Qiu Lai's composition.
When people's memories are still in summer, autumn has quietly arrived. When did it start? Maybe it started when the first leaf fell, or maybe it started after the first maple leaf turned red. Yes-
Grass knows. The autumn whistle sounded, and the grass quietly began to perform the autumn task: it was a long process to take off the bright green coat and put on the lovely and lively light yellow. In early autumn, the grass only wore a hat on its head; Later, the grass put on a yellow coat again; Finally, the grass put on lovely yellow pants to keep out the cold.
Osmanthus fragrans is famous. Autumn gently shook the osmanthus tree that had been sleeping for a long time: "wake up, don't sleep, it's time to bloom!" " "Osmanthus fragrans rubbed his sleepy eyes and opened them. One after another, one after another, one after another, one after another, sweet-scented osmanthus blooms with a bright smile and an intoxicating fragrance. The incense is so charming that people always want to pick one and smell it. They want to make it into a Osmanthus Jelly to keep it forever.
Rice is known. In autumn, hold your breath and blow hard at the farmland-the rice is blown down, hunched and bent. Autumn has sprinkled a dazzling golden color on the fields, and the rice is lively and brilliant in an instant. Put on golden clothes in unison. Autumn is not enough, and then it breathes out a sigh of relief-everything on the farmland bends down from time to time and straightens back from time to time, as if the earth is breathing rhythmically-which is mixed with the whisper of rice-is this Xiang Qiu's gratitude?
Chrysanthemums are well known. In autumn, touching the cluster of chrysanthemums, the chrysanthemums were sensed and blossomed one after another. So gorgeous, so delicate and charming, it is really unique. Chrysanthemums have their own characteristics, some are beautiful and elegant, and some are bright and dazzling. The valley has been occupied by chrysanthemums. Under the sunshine in autumn, they are charming and dazzling, and people can't help but admire that "autumn frost makes chrysanthemums, and sunset clouds can't be written endlessly".
Goose knows this. Autumn found the geese resting and reminded them: "It will be cold here, go to a warm place!" " Hearing this, the geese quickly informed their families. Then, we saw the geese flying in the sky in the word "one" or "person". Are they quacking to thank autumn for giving them a warm reminder?
Apple knows, maple leaves know, and everything on the earth knows. ...
Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" Imitation Composition 7 The nose suddenly flooded into osmanthus, and the cicadas had already dispersed that night, and the coolness slipped into the window lattice. Thin coats are out of date, and naughty children are put on coats by their mothers ...-Inscription.
Knowing autumn always seems to be a kind of hindsight, just like a robbed card in the canteen. Only when half the shelves are empty, I am surprised that this craze is coming.
Autumn, unlike the recovery of spring, the prosperity of summer and the lack of winter, seems to be a gentle word, mixed with a bit of loneliness. Yes, lonely. Even if autumn is a hundred times better than spring, we must admit that this season is really lonely. Even the Mid-Autumn Festival is a reunion festival, and there is also the sadness of "who is alone with * * * in the Mid-Autumn Festival and looks at the north sadly".
The word "autumn" means that the rice and grass are ripe and the trees are red. Everyone has enjoyed the sight of red leafy forests all over the mountain, leaving only burnt-out ashes and dry valleys piled up in the warehouse to survive the cold in winter.
Watch the leaves fall slowly from the branches, fly, fly and quietly fall to the ground. The fallen leaves gradually spread into a golden carpet, and the rustling on it was extremely pleasant, in contrast to the surrounding silence.
"The jade star falls on the moon, and the front of the temple is new." I loved this kind of flower when I was a child.
When I was a child, several small children gathered in a circle and shook the thick cinnamon trunk hard, and the delicate cinnamon spilled down. As if the gold foil was cut into pieces, it rained brightly. I picked it up tirelessly for a long time, and then stuffed it into a small glass bottle, hoping it would last for a long time. However, in the end, I saw pieces of osmanthus rot and wither, just like our childhood that is gone forever. ...
Autumn rain, cool floating in the body, makes people shudder. Autumn rain, sometimes falling in a straight line, sometimes drifting with the wind, like smoke, like yarn, like fog, like a graceful dance of calligraphy. The rain is unpredictable; Sometimes like an ancient harp, it plays a deep tune; Sometimes it's like a lullaby that my mother sang softly in my ear when I was a child, which makes me daydream infinitely. ...
There are fallen leaves and fragrant bricks. Rolling up the brocade curtain of pearl string, the magnificent castle is empty, only the sky is faint, and the milky head is sprinkled on the earth. The real bead curtain rolls up the jade building, the sky is grey and the milky way hangs down. Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice, and it pours thousands of miles. Wine has no entrance, but it turns into bitter tears. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape. "The loneliness of yellow leaves falling; The loneliness of delicate osmanthus being crushed into mud; Loneliness in a foreign land, homesickness in the wind; The loneliness that the autumn wind blows into my heart seems neither strong nor indifferent, nor exultant nor low.
Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" 8 imitates the composition and walks with a few relatives and friends on the country road, laughing while walking. The breath of summer has quietly disappeared, but the footsteps of autumn have quietly come.
Autumn is the alternate season in Xia Han. The autumn wind replaced the hot temperature and ushered in a hint of coolness. Autumn rain dispelled the "warm" sunshine, giving people a pleasant feeling. The soft sunshine in autumn dispels the storm, giving people a comfortable feeling and enjoying the different customs brought by autumn.
At the beginning of autumn, everything has exhausted its physical strength, took off its turquoise coat, put on its golden red robe, and is about to fall into a deep sleep to recover its consumed physical strength and break out at some point in the future. Trees become brilliant. The golden leaves of a tree are as dazzling as gold. The autumn wind caressed their blond hair. Yellow leaves are floating in the air, just like a child on a swing. With the ripples of the swing, the autumn leaves kept rolling and dancing in the air, and then slowly landed on the ground, which was quite spectacular. On the country road, the smell of soil is getting stronger and stronger. When doing morning exercises and walking in the evening, the gently blowing wind brings some coolness.
With the autumn wind and autumn rain, it is the school season again. Every student is full of energy. At school, they started a new journey with longing for the future. Autumn wind is accompanied by the sound of reading. In this season when everything is dying, there are also new forces sprouting. They are working hard towards their own ideals and goals, constantly struggling and persisting … They are full of hope, confidence and determination, and constantly struggling …
In autumn, if we are the same, we will begin to mature. I used to be as small as dust, but I was chasing distant and gorgeous dreams. I used to be like a boat, I couldn't find my way in the vast sea, but the stars in the sky dotted my dreams. On the road paved with sweat, we embarked on a journey of chasing dreams …
Zhu Ziqing's "Spring 9" imitates the composition, expecting, expecting, the dark clouds are coming, and the footsteps of autumn rain are approaching.
Everything seems to be reborn. Open your chapped lips, the grass stands up and the flowers are refreshing. Dashan's face lit up.
Raindrops slipped out of the clouds, thin and long. Look, there are many such trees in the mountains and lakes. Walk, run, step on two feet, knock a few times and catch some fans. The wind is cool, the rain is light and quiet.
Fruit trees, pine trees, cypresses, you won't let me, I won't let you, all open their leaves to get wet. Dry as sand, thin as wool and light as snow. There is sweetness in the water drops; If the rain stops, it seems that the whole world will split. Hundreds of grasses under the tree are crying happily, and the size of mushrooms is talking to me. Insects are everywhere: different kinds, with shells and without shells, scattered in the grass, like pearls, like dew, flickering.
"In August and autumn, the wind roared." Yes, the August wind roars like a lion. The wind brought some dry sand. There are all kinds of cracked leaves still swaying in the dry air. At this moment, a heavy rain came. Birds jumped out of the shade, exposed their feathers to the warm air, took a few sips of water, and began to show off their crisp and loud throats, singing exciting tunes harmoniously in the oblique wind and drizzle. At this time, the people working in the fields also shed tears with excitement.
The wind is common in the rain, blowing for most of the day. Don't be upset. Look, it blows the rain sideways, blows away the dryness, blows away the dust and blows away the boredom. Even the sand on the roof of the house was taken away. When the wind blows, the lake is sparkling and the waves are close to your eyes. At night, the wind is still blowing. Scraping enough paper, he seems to be telling people who are still working and farming to go home quickly.
There are more and more people outdoors, and more and more children are playing with water. In urban and rural areas, families, old and young, are scrambling to come out to breathe fresh and humid air, but the nasal cavity seems to be adapted to dryness, and it will soon be a bit unbearable.
Autumn rain, like a full stop, ended the summer.
Autumn rain, like an angel, comes quietly and goes quietly.
Autumn rain, like a street lamp, leads us to a better autumn.
The imitation composition 10 in Zhu Ziqing's Spring is looking forward to it, looking forward to it, the north wind is coming, and the footsteps of winter are approaching.
Everything seemed to be sleeping, and I slowly closed my eyes. The weather turned cold, the water froze and the branches on the trees turned white.
Snowflakes fall from the sky, white and crystal clear. In the park, on the hill, look, the whole world. Take a walk, run, ski a few times, swim in the garden, make a few snowmen and have a few snowball fights. The wind is whistling and the snow is quiet.
Poplar, elm and osmanthus trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you use snow instead of leaves. There are round, arrow-shaped, square and toothed. Snow is sweet. Close your eyes and the trees are full of magpies, eagles and owls. Children are walking around laughing under the tree, and adults are walking in the snow. Flowers are everywhere: there are passionate and respectful daffodils and tenacious plum blossoms. Some are in the trees, others are scattered in the grass.
"The north wind blows Sha Xue one after another", yes, the winter wind is cold enough to blow the earth. The wind brings the cold smell of the north, mixed with the smell of ice and snow, and the smell of flowers and plants, all deposited in this cold. Birds seem to be full of vitality, constantly calling their friends to sing humming music, echoing the winter wind. Children's shouts on the ground also ring happily every day.
It seldom rains in winter, but it is also very different. You see, wisps of green silk are falling from the sky, and every flower is covered with clear dew. The ice is sparkling and the air is fresh and pleasant. At night, in the dead of night, people work silently on the path, and their homes are located in the village, each with its own charm and quiet in the rain.
People gradually love to stay at home, and the weather is getting colder and colder. But people are full of energy, enjoying the winter composed of ice and snow, and preparing for the spring of "a year's plan lies in spring".
Winter is like a philosopher, expressing the meaning of life in a simple way.
Like father in severe winter, "knife mouth and tofu heart" is always strict in appearance and gentle in heart.
The imitation composition in Zhu Ziqing's Spring 1 1 Look forward to it, look forward to it, spring has quietly left, and summer has finally arrived.
The sun has just come out, and the sunshine is soft, but the cicada can't wait to cry, and the hot air can't wait to get in.
At noon, the air became hot. Woods, lawns, looking around, a large area is all dark green. Fly, walk, blend together and sprinkle green everywhere. Cool, cool and cool; Sunshine, spicy.
Steps, Shi Zhuan, stone road, you won't let me, I won't let you, all vying to let me sit on it. The fragrance of flowers, the green of trees and the cotton of grass are full of vitality; I close my eyes, as if I were in it and integrated with them. Look at the sky again, dyed blue, covered with cotton clouds, everything is beautiful. Lotus flowers are everywhere in the pond: pink, milky white, scattered in green, fragrant and lasting.
"neither too hot nor too long, neither too hot nor too big", summer is the fastest growing season for all things.
The wind is full of green fresh vitality and the fragrance of plants, and the air is filled with the breath of summer. The buds of the tree have already grown. Look! The color is getting darker and darker, and the tree uses its own body to create a little shade to resist the hot sun.
Mushrooms are the most common in summer. When they grow, they are big and tidy in the embrace of the earth, holding small umbrellas. How cute! Look, white as milk; Black is like a dark cloud, and some are like puppies with lovely spots. Every spot is dripping with crystal water.
"See Gu Xiu on June 6th", among the green leaves, the only one that stands out from the crowd is wheat. In the golden field, the rolling heat wave rolled out like the embodiment of the sun.
Summer is the fastest growing season for all things, which makes us full of vitality!
Summer is a hopeful youth, full of vigor and vitality!
Summer is a bold poem that makes our blood boil!
Zhu Ziqing's Imitation of Spring Composition 12 Winter
Looking forward to, looking forward to, autumn is gone, and the pace of winter is near.
Look, the tree is dead, the air is cold, and the child's face is red.
The north wind slipped out quietly, freezing cold. In the house, in the street, don't feel it carefully. Hula, hula, hula, all of them. Crazy, noisy everywhere, walking everywhere, playing everywhere. Wind, hula dance; Snow is soft.
Plum blossom, daffodil and camellia, you won't let me, and I won't let you, all vying to meet the winter. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay, white is like snow, and plants make people stare; Close your eyes, as if you were in a country of flowers. Look at the eyes again, the sea composed of hundreds of flowers and the clumps of grass composed of large and small plants are fascinating and lingering.
"If catkins are not due to the wind", yes, like catkins, dancing with the wind.
The wind with snowflakes, mixed with the breath of dreams, quietly descended on the earth. It's snowing all over the sky, and you chase me, and no one will let anyone dance exciting dances. After the curtain call, they fall gracefully and put a mysterious veil on Mother Earth.
Hot pot is the most commonly eaten, and a bunch of people are sitting together, talking and laughing, so lively. Look, the big one is mutton roll, and the round one is meatball. They are swimming around in the pot, steaming and fragrant, so tempting! After waiting for a while, the food came up again. Plate after plate of ingredients came down from the top of the cart, including delicious shrimp, crispy vermicelli, fleshy slices of meat and flawless white radish ... it was really mouth-watering Chatting while eating, laughter and hot aroma set off a lively atmosphere.
There are more snowflakes in the sky and fewer people on the ground. Every household in urban and rural areas has posted red couplets, which is very festive. People walk the streets to visit old friends, coming and going, some happy, some happy.
If you want to ask me: What is winter like? Let me answer:
Winter is a beautiful white snowflake, which comes to the world in a gorgeous way, like the most beautiful dancer.
Winter is a steaming reunion dinner, and families get together to express peace and joy.
Winter is the most sacred angel, it gives us love and warmth!
Zhu Ziqing's Imitation of Spring Composition 13 Winter
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the winter wind is coming, and the footsteps of winter are approaching.
Everything was hazy, and I opened my eyes in confusion. The snow fell, the winter wind blew and the sun hid.
The rustling of maple leaves adds colors to the snow-white curtains, with red, pink and some mixed with various colors. In the park, along the road, you see, a large area is white. Listen, pick up some fallen leaves and kick a few pine cones, and Cher will jump and fly before her eyes like an elf. The world is quiet; In my heart, I am happy.
Plum blossoms, camellia and daffodils, you won't let me, and I won't let you, all of which bring vitality to the sun curtain in winter. Look! They are red as fire, pink as chardonnay, white as snow, full of business and lovely. Smell it gently close to your nose, and the flowers smell fragrant. Close your eyes and let the snowflakes beat on your face, as if the elves were dancing in the sleeves of heaven. The people under the tree are noisy, laughing and playing, there is snow everywhere, and English is colorful. Named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, seem to be avoiding me. When I look carefully, they are like stars, like gems, flashing.
The wind also melted the fragrance of flowers, faint and sweet, all in the air, spreading the taste of happiness. The stream also fell asleep in the winter song. Quietly, Europe is also colorful under the sunshine, flashing moving colors, like ribbons, winding to the horizon.
Just like "like a spring gale, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", at night, the night is quiet and everything seems to be asleep. With the moonlight, it was quiet ... Cher danced happily in the dark. Some are smart, some are small, some are enthusiastic, some are light, and some ... Their gestures are really graceful and beautiful, which makes people feel that they are simply intoxicated by the moonlight.
Winter is not as colorful as spring, as passionate as summer, as sad as autumn, but it is full of happiness and vitality.
In winter, although the cold is on us, it can warm our hearts.
The imitation composition 14 in Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" is looking forward to it, looking forward to it. It is getting cold and the footsteps of winter are approaching.
Everything seems to calm down and doze off quietly. It snowed, the cotton-padded jacket was put on, and the world became a vast expanse of whiteness.
Plum blossoms crawled out of the trunk, tender and red. In the yard, in the community, look, a large area, a large area. Stick your head out of the window, look at the roof and lie prone on the windowsill. The wind is quiet and the snow is soft.
Window grilles, snowflakes and plum blossoms, you won't let me, and I won't let you, all vying for people to see them. Close your eyes, the world seems to be full of excitement, relaxation and loveliness. They are all so beautiful that I am fascinated.
It began to snow, and there were more pedestrians on the road. Adults and children are waiting to play with the snow. In the city and countryside, every household, old and young, came out to see the snow one by one, as if in a hurry. Xue Ruizhao's bumper year; When it snowed, people cheered, not to mention how happy they were. You see, they are holding it in their hands, as if welcoming the arrival of snow. A child clutched a big snowball tightly. Look, how happy he dances and laughs. It snowed heavily, and people began to have snowball fights and make snowmen. Throughout the year, children and adults are looking forward to this snow, playing and laughing in the snow!
Winter is like a child who has just fallen asleep. It looks so quiet.
Winter is like a hibernating bear, sleeping, sleeping and saving energy for the coming year.
Winter is like a sleeping lion, leading us forward with iron perseverance.