The ginkgo tree in front of the house is empty again, and the golden leaves have paved an elegant path. The shadow of autumn is still rippling.
Accustomed to the smell of autumn, the arrival of winter makes everything at a loss, the timid grass turns sallow with fear, and the river in the building forgets to freeze with shame.
Oh! What a poetic early winter! Even put on a green shawl-autumn seedlings in the field are thriving, holding their heads high and struggling in the severe test of the east wind!
In the early morning of early winter, dense fog filled the farmland and streets. I don't know which fairy left the plain yarn between the sleeves. Looking up slowly, the clouds are heavy and the sea seems endless.
Walking into the fog, the figure is hazy. Two meters away, out of sight, but it seems that the sky is also affectionate, or can't bear to bury the light. Several lights in the distance are swaying in the fog.
At noon, the temperature has risen a lot. Although it is winter, you don't even need to wear a cotton-padded jacket. The warm sunshine strolls lazily into the window and shines on the tired people, almost making people forget their work.
The days in winter are always short, so they end early. Unconsciously, the night has come. It's suddenly cold around, and a thin coat is not enough to keep out the cold. Although the wind is not biting, it is enough to make people tremble. If you forget to close the window when you sleep, the wind will steal your health while you are sleeping.
Yes! This is early winter! You don't need to decorate with gorgeous words or set off with virtual beauty-it's so beautiful!
This early winter, hazy, lazy, but also cold-and I still love it for no reason.
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