Everything seemed to be asleep and slowly closed my eyes. Leaves withered, rivers froze and clouds became thinner and thinner.
The grass slowly curled up under the ice and put on a coat of unknown color. Ice is hard and brittle. When it touches it, it scum and sparkles. In the garden, on the ground, look, everywhere. Sit, lie, stretch, curl up. Close your eyes for a while, skate for a while, turn around and take a walk. The wind is shaking, but the ice is shining.
Holly, cedar and plum blossom, you won't let me, and I won't let you, all stand proudly in the north wind whistling in the cold wind. Green as Hechi, deep as jade, red spots of plum blossoms, like a little spark in winter, illuminate the whole world. They also have a special smell, which is an unparalleled pride. Just like China people, they have backbone. Under the tree, under the leaves and under the flowers, a trace of coolness came to my face, and the feeling of winter immediately appeared. A few scattered birds circled overhead. Close your eyes, as if this bleak scene is the whole world.
The north wind roared like a tough guy. Yes, just like my father's rough and very tough hand on your shoulder. There is a little ice residue in the wind, mixed with the fragrance of plum blossoms and the pride of various plants, which are mixed in the dry and cold air and brewed slightly. Birds nest in relatively warm trees, shelter their children from the wind and snow with their bodies, and make crisp calls from time to time, which are in harmony with the north wind. The sound becomes an ocean, bringing a little warmth to the cold winter.
Snow is the most common, last for a day or two, don't be fidgety. Look, like petals, like needles, like leaves, they fall one after another, covering the earth, roof and branches with a thick quilt. In the countryside, on the side of the road and on the side of the mountain, there are lovers who live alone, children playing outside, wearing scarves and hats. Their houses are scattered, facing each other silently in the snow.
In winter, I love its pride, its hope and everything.
Winter is like a tough guy, wandering in the vicissitudes of life.
Winter stands proudly like an arrogant soldier, regardless of the cold and cold.
Winter, like us, grows hopefully.