1, December, you finally came, condensation of frost began to show a smile, so seriously listening to your pace, like a long time waiting for a believer is suppressed inside the strong excitement pretend to be relaxed smile to meet. I'm not waiting for you, because I'm afraid of the cold that you bring with you.
2, I got up in the morning I was attracted by the silver light outside the window, gazing at the snowflakes flying in the sky.
3, early winter, like a beautiful, noble, reserved princess, dancing her magical veil, sending bursts of biting cold wind.
4, ten winter days, snow blocking the windows, ice skates like translucent crystal columns, hanging in rows on the eaves.
5, butterfly-like snowflakes gently fluttering, bringing the season's unique scenery. She came with a light dance, she stepped on the soothing rhythm, she came with a plain veil. The winter spirit, to our world to dress up to come. No snow winter can still be called winter?
6, snow day, when the sky fluttering pure snowflakes from the sky dance down, the world is in a hurry by these lovely angels cover them, in this world more than a poetic. Standing in the snow, close your eyes, always give people a sense of illusion, always give people an impulse to write poetry. Thinking of "plum and snow competition in spring is not willing to descend, the poet's court pen fee comment chapter. Plum must be inferior to snow three white, snow but lose a section of plum fragrance." I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
7, a silent night, I woke up in the sound of the rain. Without wearing clothes, I stood at the window to look at the dark night outside, watching the rain sway in the wind. Then inexplicably melancholy. The raindrops are as fragile and ambiguous as transparent roses blooming in a damp pool. Sinking, then disappearing. This bizarre spirit that comes and goes so casually and sloppily, it has no bias except downward. Suddenly, I invent my cheeks wet. Dabbing a little bit of tears on my lips, I was surprised that it tasted the same as rainwater. With a faint bitterness.
8, cloudy day, even God is black, people carefully walking on the sidewalk, lest they provoke God, rainstorms, so that you are caught off guard. Walking small droplets of water down the glass down, and sometimes will come together all the way to talk about it!
9, there is the sun, the sunshine pixie wearing warm, golden dress clothes descended on the earth. Pets lazily lying outside. Flowery green clothes scramble to show you their fragrance, crowded with drying racks. Warm sunshine filled every corner of the earth.
10, when there is fog that is fun. All the instruments are floating into the air, as if in a dreamlike realm. Many grandpa with two yellow lights walking slowly on the road, but you must not dare to approach them, because they are huge things - cars. In the fog, you can also smell the fragrance!
11, although the rain is not as beautiful as the snow, but it gives me the inspiration to think. A continuous alternation of rain curtains, rain instantly fall from the sky, the speed of the surprisingly fast, without thinking about the fall, perhaps people sometimes have to be like the raindrops want to do it, do not need to dilly-dallying, do not need to think of their own is falling to the ground as usual by the flowers, leaves to catch.
12, in the wet weather, I think you must be more worried? Even if you fall a few times, you can still pick up a big dollar bill. The TV can not be turned on `that's pathetic. Looking at the empty TV screen, I thought: why is the TV set biased against me ah!
13, such weather has lasted for many days, the blazing fireball in the sky mercilessly scorching the earth, which makes Chongqing broke the record again, the temperature reached 41! Even the busy Jiefangbei has a strange weather - half sky, pedestrians walk under the tall buildings, not to be directly hit by the strong sunlight. Not to mention the people, the high temperature in the square tiles are turned up.
14, December, time and quietly walked through the year. However, December's recollections and deep thoughts are far from over. It seems that everything happens in this season, seems to end in this season. December, in Shenzhen, a warm place, but replaced with a cool mood.
15, snowflakes from the sky, some like lovely angels in the air leisurely show off a beautiful dance! Some like naughty children scrambling to the ground to play it! It's snowing! It's snowing! Snow fell really big, white and flawless snowflakes have fallen to the ground. Falling on the roof, sprinkled on the ground. As if the heavenly maiden scattered flowers, but also as if the angel from the distant sky, slowly landing, for Changsha City has added a unique beauty.
16, the snow is still falling, a short while into goose feather snow, dancing with the wind, heaven and earth into a white piece, these lovely snow elves are still dancing in mid-air. This snow and the North and South Poles of the snow is different, where the snow fell, like a sword, covered the sky, surrounded by darkness, not bright, not a trace of light. And the snow here? Light, as from the sky scattered millions of pearls.
17, my hometown is a black land, laying in the ground of wheat tucked into the green of spring. The December winds carry scissors and madly prune the days. The birds return to the mountains, and the whimpering wind calls out to the grazing children. The smoke from the cooker, smoked the sky black and dark.
18, the sky is getting darker and darker, my mood is getting more and more excited, because the snow is getting bigger and bigger. Small snowflakes spinning in the air, dancing a beautiful air ballet, drifting and spreading on the ground.
19, it is like a fairy scattered jade leaves, silver flowers, like flying goose feathers, willow flakes, more like that sweet cotton candy, under the really happy --, "snow! It's snowing!" With a burst of surprise shouts, I can not wait to run to the window, look out: the sky is white, a flurry of snowflakes flying all over the sky, like smoke as light, jade as clean, as white as silver, fluttering, falling from the sky.
20, evening, the sky is covered with lead-colored clouds, dark and gloomy. Suddenly, I realized that it was snowing. You see, the air fluttering elf, body light like smoke, white as jade, hovering, cheerfully descended into the world. A moment, the snow is big, flurry, fluttering.
21, December, the bitter cold wind rolled goose feather snow came from all over the world, at once, Changbai Mountain silver, full of white.
22, as far as the eye can see, there are snowflakes like shooting stars hanging straight down; there are snow like the wind as light, yarn as white, fluttering; there are also snowflakes like silver beads, like a little rain also like willow flowers, delicate, powdered jade, white as jade, one after another, hanging up for us a white snow curtain. Crystalline snowflakes, dots and dashes piled up on the trees.
23, December, winter fields, seemingly extraordinarily empty, vast. The northeastern wind is whistling in the field without any obstruction. The village woodpile was blown flying up, the big tree like a strong spirit, trying to stand firm, let their own branches and the wind noise, shaking, but the branches of the front and back of a few yellow leaves were blown off. But a few yellow leaves on the branches were blown off. As if afraid of the cold, these leaves rolled one after another toward the ditch and toward the feet of the passers-by. --Li Jun, "In the blizzard.
24, snowflakes, snowflakes outside the window have descended to the sky, they glitter, dancing lightly, floating in the air, like a newborn white butterfly. I was captivated by the sight and walked out of the classroom to enjoy the joy when it snowed.
25, December, everything is sleeping, is waiting to be awakened! This winter hibernates the hope of the year, contains a year's heart and soul, December, the last month of the year, this winter makes me feel full of confidence. Heavy rain like a dike from the sky down the river, the ground gradually up a flood bubble. At this time, the wind is not willing to show weakness, "hoo-hoo" roar, garbage bags in the wind under the sponsorship of the sky, some like a rocket straight into the sky, and some like the prey eagle downward swoop.
27, summer is here, the sun hot baking the earth. Swiftly, a downpour of rain, hot weather can finally cool off, but this instant the rain and small, the sky appeared a flowery rainbow.
28, love sunny days. The sunlight that passes through the glass can give a person the feeling of brightness. The air is clear, mixed with the flavor of the salty sea. Will lie on the windowsill to see the clouds in the sky, imagining that it is like a rabbit or like a Pegasus. Look at the crowd coming and going downstairs, see the sunlight dappled on their fleeting faces. You can look at it for an hour and laugh involuntarily. Like a baby's innocent and transparent smile, reflecting the sky white blue.
29, the sun chased the clouds, illuminated the earth, white clouds and ran to the blue sky to play. Push open the window, a burst of soil fragrance to meet the face, the air is not particularly fresh. The willow's branches are washed by the rain, green and shiny. A gust of wind blowing, from time to time shake down some of the water left on the leaves. The weather after the rain is more beautiful, the air is fresher.
30, the sun in its great ability to smile, but people on the sidelines worry? Of course we thought of a good place to go as usual - the wading pool. There became a good place for entertainment and summer vacation. After dinner, when the sun finally left our sight, the swimming pool was crowded with adults, children, and even some old people. The scene was like steaming dumplings. In the face of the heat, more people choose to stay at home, blowing the air conditioning, eating ice cream, but also can watch a wonderful TV, that is the best.
31, December high sky full of stars, in the cold dry cold cold air, frozen stars also straight stiff eyes.
32, cold December, the river changed the previous lively, seems to be quiet asleep.
33, Mount Lushan stone path winding into the ancient pavilion, deep in the forest birds singing clear. The mountain is a great place to see the four sides of the scenery, a peak and a green.
34, the creek autumn color maple fragrance Ushu two together, the red leaves with the wind hurt separation. The ducks on the shoreline of the mirror, the old suit faded for the new clothes.
35, Tiancheng Rock Temple Temple into the cliffs of the stone as a tile, Buddha outside the temple Roach even cliffs. Bikong cliffs water droplets leak, like the rain in spring hit the ball.
36, Tiancheng Qi Gorge interrupted Dan Rock water from the flow, bamboo raft swinging music. The lovebirds lead to the ripples, suspected to be a clear sky dream swim.
37, the sunrise colorful, as if the world's most beautiful scenery. However, the beauty of the evening sun is also not less colorful.
38, the night of Guanxiangshan, quiet, some insects sometimes issued a few chirps, cut through the quiet, everyone is waiting patiently for the meteor shower.
39, gentle moonlight through the window, sprinkled on the windowsill, windowsill like covered with bright crystal powder is particularly beautiful.
40, the evening of a sunny day, when there is a ray of light in the west, warm, but also through the light like a flame.
41, the fog, no mountains and rivers so spectacular, no rain so silky. It is always so light, so light, giving people a kind of beauty.
42, nightfall, clear sky, on the appearance of many stars. Some of them are bright and shining, and some of them are in a small circle, which is really beautiful.
43, in the early morning, the dewdrops on the tender green leaves crystal clear naughty winking eyes.
44, all the way to bed in the morning I was attracted by the silver light outside the window, gazing at the snowflakes floating in the sky.
45, winter morning, is cold. Cold wind whistling blowing, blowing to the face as painful as a knife cut, traveling people are wearing thick hats, put on a warm cotton clothes.
46, this December, the weather is unusually cold. Northwest wind knife-like scraped through the face of pedestrians, the dead branches of the powerless creaking, doing the last struggle. The people who go out to do business with their coats to cover themselves tightly, cowering in the road in a hurry to walk. Lively, active children also early to hide in the warmth of the home, do not want to come out to play.
47, in the coordinates of December, there is no brook playing the piano; no bees and butterflies dancing; no birds singing; no poplar tree applauding ...... December let the flowers unloaded colorful, so that the leaves off the green, so that the trees jagged shaking in the wind, so that the sky shows a lonesome and distant, so that the earth bares the sincere and Let us feel the silence of "thousands of birds flying away from the mountains, ten thousand paths of people end up".
48. The butterflies outside the window are slowly falling, and their white feathers are flashing in the air. Inside the window, outside the window, in this moment, suddenly all became boundless silence.
49, December, snowflakes like crystal transparent elves, mischievous tumbling down the mountainside, fell on the ground.
50, December, the sky up goose feather snow, everywhere is a piece of white, only the pine tree is still so green, a little snow flakes drifting down on the top, as if it is a white flower.