2, I wandered alone, reminiscing about the present as well as the time that has passed, and sniffing y at the tantalizing aroma emanating from the future. The snow drifted and sprinkled the earth. Snowflakes crystal clear, and different forms, like white lotus, like willow, like pear blossoms, gently full. Suddenly the speed of the snow is fast, from the gray sky to the ground in a hurry, the sky crossed countless lonely line, rotating with the wind, fluttering, as if falling from the sky of the willow flakes, a time to fill the sky.
3, this year's early winter lack of snow early winter has been waiting for the first snow of winter his first love, 2010 will be the end of the snow or did not come to her quietly guarded, waiting for ...... in the past flying snow recalled the dance of the snow fly, banish their own that cold body.
4, "life-saving grass", also called "selfless grass", it is selfless is because, in the long-distance camel team, can not find water to drink, dying of thirst, it selfless to their own body of water to the camel team to drink.
5, she also seems to be a fairy wearing a white dress, her skirt wherever, the snowy plains quiet as a child, snowy peaks cold and upright, jade tree flowers blossom, while the air is particularly gentle. In her gentle soothing, all the restlessness began to quiet down, the earth is quiet and peaceful, like a sleeping baby in the arms of the mother. In this silver world, this dazzling white so that the sky also eclipsed. In this quiet white, we can still have what restless heart can not put it?
6, winter is coming, the north of a goose feather snow, trees have become white, only the grandfather of the pine tree is still so spiritual, winter is coming essay. But we haven't had snow here, I like snow very much, because when it snows, the earth is white and beautiful! Moreover, I can go skiing and have a snowball fight with the children.
7. The snow falls all day long, and each piece is about the size of a goose feather. The ground is always piled up piles of snow, as far as the eye can see like a continuous mountain, towering over the road. But this does not affect the children to play, on the contrary, for them to save the strength and time, are excited to build up the snowman. And then look away, ho! That mountains, water, trees, houses are like wearing a set of silver-white suit, each set of clothes are flashing colorful light. With this snow decoration, even if the cold, but also worth it, let people feel not so cold.
8, the winter wind, like a trumpet, issued a "woo, woo" sound. Children heard, immediately put on thick clothing; small animals heard, are beginning to busy: some in the stepping up the transportation of food, ready for winter when not hungry; some eat and drink, because they have to long time not eat or drink, so now to store energy; trees heard, take off the green clothes, put on the golden winter clothes; only the pines and cypresses are different, it is still wearing bright green clothes.
9, is still cold in March, look out the window, the bare branches of the broken blue sky, from time to time there are a few birds are not afraid of the cold rest on the branches, wailing a few times, adding a sad atmosphere. But only that one tree seems to be so cranky, yellowish leaves with the wind, although not long very dense, but can always attract people's eyes. Because the other trees are still sleeping, not the slightest show to spit traces of green, but only it and the back of the mountains against each other, just like a non-decorative watercolor paintings.
10, the winter sun, my heart that a ray of warm and subtle sunshine, reflecting my winter sky full of haze. Like a hot rose in my heart, also like in the ice and snow in the cold blossomed plum, open my obscurity of the heart, let me see the darkness behind the ray of brilliant beams of light, see the ruins of the ashes of a touch of green.
11, the wind blew, although it is a trace of gentle wind, but this wind seems to be all the winter cold are gathered together. Sprinkle in the face of everyone it meets, neck, hands ... early by the winter scared down the hair by the wind tickled slightly trembling, as if the hair also feel the same cold. Pedestrians on the street want to break their souls, depressed like a dead city, occasionally a few cars whizzed by, leaving only a few strings of light smoke lightly scattered ..., the winter wind is very fine, very good at seeing the needle. Like water from the clothing to penetrate down, even if wrapped tightly, as if "dumplings", the winter wind will be like a knife straight to the cuffs, collar cut in, so that the body feels a burst of cold.
12, winter, although accompanied by cold and bitter, but still no lack of beauty. Her beauty is not noisy, unlike the spring as flamboyant, summer as hot, as trivial as the fall. She needs to really understand her people can appreciate.
13, the house became white, the tree became white, the earth also became white. The house has accumulated a thick layer of snow, the roof has a flat and pointed and round. The trees put on white clothes, standing on both sides of the road, like a soldier. As far as I can see, the earth is covered with a white carpet, wearing various colors of clothing people walk on it, like to the carpet embroidered with beautiful flowers.
14, the cold wind "whirring" roaring, with its thick fingers, brutally grabbed the pedestrian's hair, needle-like stabbing the pedestrian's skin. Pedestrians have no choice but to button up their winter coats tightly, hand in the pocket, shrinking neck, stride forward. The pines and cypresses on both sides of the road, but the spirit of standing, proudly welcome the wind, rain and snow, inspiring people to bravely move forward.
15, snowflakes are still in the sky, floating ah, floating ah. I used to paint, leaving snowflakes. One stroke, two strokes, the snowflakes were enlarged by me. Uh, not enough. I picked up the camera to capture the snowflakes and snow magnificence. The snowflakes were like shy yet, drifting to the other side with the wind.
16, the day was overcast, the whole world seems to be covered by a huge gray quilt, a gust of cold wind shaking a few yellow leaves on the aspen trees. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound like that of silkworms eating mulberry leaves resounding overhead, and a small ice grain began to jump on the ground.
17, the falling leaves on the wilderness, the jungle flowers fall, and the city's trees are still pale green, green grass on both sides of the road, dotted in the holly bush in a cluster of moonflower perseverance in the cold wind swaying with the bloom, red, yellowish pink, pure white, colorful, colorful, and give a person a warm feeling.
18, winter, very cold. To be honest, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I have a different feeling. Ah, I love winter, because, winter, "the wind knows the test", I love its character.
19, snowflakes rolled down the sky, like goose feathers, one after another. Gently, gently fall on the roof, fall on the grass, fall on the mountain peaks. For a while, the earth was white, as if the whole world was silver-white and glittering. Snow falls on the ground, so pure, so crystal, really make people can not bear to step on it.
20, the winter wind is changeable, it is sometimes like a naughty boy, blow your scarf up, blow your cheeks like a red apple. Sometimes like a grumpy grandfather, the ground of the garbage blowing up, blowing all over the sky. This wind ah, sometimes naughty cute, and sometimes cranky terrible, really make people hard to figure out.
21, winter, the earth exudes a tantalizing fragrance, the kind than the birds singing! More intoxicating than the autumn rain, more people can penetrate the heart that is the beauty of the band noun, but also intoxicating anesthetic winter! It is the noun of everything withered, but it is also everything wakes up before the bird! That is - snow. Flying snow piece by piece from the top of the head to fall, you will feel a burst of relief, as if every nerve, are in the joy of jumping and jumping.
22, you see ah, the cold wind in the Dali pedestrian street whistling through, blowing up the leaves on the ground, the windows of the house tightly closed, it seems that people do not meet the "mighty wind" of the cold wind. The streets were empty, only the cold wind wandering in the street. I thought, "This ghost weather is really cold!"
23, winter snow, small snowflakes like a little elf, jumping down, bring a touch of cold. Although the spring girl can not wait to go on duty, but the messenger of the winter - snowflakes but as if especially stay on the earth's beauty, long refused to leave. This is not, today there is a very big snow.
24, the streets of the stores have opened one after another. I do not care to appreciate the wide range of goods, and do not care to taste the mouth-watering food, speed up the pace, to the school to find the winter morning.
25, winter is majestic, cold and merciless. However, the plum blossom blooms in winter, and it seems to have a special affection for winter. You see, it opened against the wind and snow, and opened so beautiful, so colorful. You must have seen it! That frost and snow of the iron bone, that sparse shadow across the strong branch, that spitting fragrance of the stamen is how admirable, how to make people intoxicated ah! The beauty of the plum blossom, is not the winter to give?
26, winter is like a mischievous child, a moment to fiddle with the front of the store, a moment to people's faces blowing cold air.
27, I love winter, because it is snowy and can bring us fun. In winter, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow, snow-covered, freezing three feet. That pure white snow, are people can not help but intoxicated. The snow is like goose feathers, floating and decorating the earth.
28, really want to be with you for life, life changed because of you, I do not know if it is not the previous life of the five hundred times rubbing shoulders in exchange for this life, but, my love, we are not really too few encounters, so that you just leave me.
29, the north-east wind whistling roar, rampant in the wilderness run, it seems to hold a sharp sword, can pierce the tight coat, not to mention that exposed to the outside of the face, was it cut a knife and a knife, the pain is difficult to bear.
30, the day has just seen the light, I backpack, hiking in the school road. The boundary between the sky and the earth is so hazy: the mountains are white, the sky is white, the water is also floating white fog. I want to touch this strange fog, but it is like a naughty child, a moment to escape to the east, a moment to escape to the west.
31, out of the door, I can not help but inhale a breath of air after the rain, the air is so fresh. I only saw the last week blooming echinacea flowers by the cold wind scared down, the neighborhood of the wild rose thorns are not as strong as before, a press thorns, it fell, pink petals also have fallen down.
32, the sky is clear, the sunlight through the thick through the curtain refracted in, the whole room is particularly bright. The sun shone on my face, and my heart fell to the bottom in a moment. It was cold, really cold. I pulled down everything in the room that could keep me warm, I covered everything on me, but I was still so cold. Like crazy, I tore off the curtains and the broken beads fell to the floor with a crisp sound. I smashed everything in the room that glowed, I ripped out all the items about you. Sitting paralyzed on the floor, I looked at the wreckage of the room. The wind, blowing the branches of the trees outside the window, knocking on the windowsill, as if loneliness is singing!
33, the countryside in the winter, the fields covered with a thin layer of frost, through the thin layer of frost, you can see the stiffening of the land underneath, hard frozen and dry cracked. The field of wheat seedlings just out of the ground is so timid, originally green and tender leaves, apparently has been winter labeled with its own unique label, like a child's face frozen in winter. The cry of the winter field is even more, so that people walking alone on the road in the heart of the hair, the trunk of the tree without the ground, but by the wind swaying to the creaking branch, like in the sad sob, but also like in the madness of the dance.
34. The wind grew stronger. The small cloud turned into a white thick cloud, slowly rose up, expanded, and gradually covered the sky. It was snowing lightly. Steeply, large flakes of snow fell. The wind whistled and howled, and the blizzard came. In a flash, the dark sky and the sea of snow became one, and everything could not be seen.
35, the cold winter, the river changed the previous lively, seems to quietly fall asleep that winter, the cold ah, the people freeze to the nose sore headache, two feet like two pieces of ice.
36, another snow, the sky as blue, and more crystal clear than the sea blue. Thousands of peaks and mountains, as far as the eye can see, all white, shining with a piece of connecting silver light.
37, three nine winter, cold wind, a burst of bone-chilling cold wind to people. The winter cold, will bring people into melancholy, loneliness and sadness. The cold of winter, so that heaven and earth inflammation this change of color, all things for the marvel; the cold of winter, so that people feel lonely and helpless.
38, the first snow, often snow flakes are not big, not too dense, such as willow flakes with the wind, with the wind blowing more fierce, the more dense snow, snowflakes are also getting bigger and bigger, like weaving a white net, ten feet far away from what can not be seen. And like a continuous curtain, to the ground straight down, while returning to the light. Snow, covered with roofs, roads, broken branches, hidden the appearance of all kinds of objects, blocking the road and traffic, snow flakes flying in the sky, so that heaven and earth dissolved into a white one. If you walk on the road, in a short while, you will become a living snowman.
39, a year with four seasons, winter is the beginning of winter, into the winter, the weather is gradually cold, it tells us that winter is coming.
40, a lifetime at least once, in order to someone and forget themselves, do not seek results, do not seek peer, do not seek to have, and even do not seek you love me. Only in my most beautiful years, met you.
41, the most beautiful winter, nothing more than the starry sky. Lying on the balcony, looking at the sky, the naughty star doll to you winking, and then changed a magic trick, disappeared without a trace.
42, unknowingly turned a corner, familiar with the large greenhouse into my eyes again. A variety of plants to the fullest in front of my eyes, in which a tall cactus attracted me, reminding me of its resilient character, standing in the vast desert in the green, defying all the hardships, can not help but let me sigh the tenacity of life. Looking at the sky its proud figure, I left the large greenhouse. In winter, there are not many people in the botanical garden, I just like this quiet atmosphere, let me listen to this wonderful music from nature.
43, only to see the sky and the earth between the white blanket, snowflakes fluttering from the sky down, around like pulling up a white tent, the earth immediately became silver. I can not help but think of a poem "suddenly like a spring breeze, thousands of trees and thousands of pear blossoms" really beautiful ah!
44, after a harsh winter, we thought the cold has passed, who thought the spring will be particularly cold, even colder than winter, the wind blew, the cold straight into the bones, and then slowly spread in the body, as if the whole person immediately became ice, cold invasion, such as the heart of the spleen, my God, the blood also solidified.
45, snow is white and flawless, is lovely, is colorful. Snow brings endless laughter to the children, but also adds a touch of warmth to the winter. I love the winter snow, love its purity, love its selflessness, it gives the most beautiful scenery to the earth.
46, winter, no matter what kind of attitude you show in front of us, you are the most cold, is the most beautiful, but also the most nostalgic.
47, winter, and is the season of endless happiness. Many children like to skate on the ice to frolic in snowball fights and pile up snowmen ...... children's laughter is naive, innocent and pure! Their laughter, so that the winter is no longer silent, no longer lonely. Because of their laughter, as if the angels, and the snowflakes are the messengers they invited.
48, winter is coming, it is a dry and terrible dark winter common in this area of the mountains, the school yard on the big tree leaves fall out, the mud is frozen harder than a stone, a miserable scene.
49, the warm winter sunshine, I also like to take the bedding clothing out of the sun. Looking at the wisps of transparent sunlight like gold like silver sprinkled to the whole earth, always feel that not sunshine something, it is a waste of this wonderful sunshine. Waiting for the night, arch in the warm bedding, smell the flavor of the sun, feel the warmth of the sun, beautifully into the dream, I think the gods are just so enjoy it.
50, the artificial lake on a layer of very thick ice, some naughty little students in the lake play and fight, from the lake from time to time came bursts of laughter.
51, winter, the trees are all bare. There are only hares racing on the fields. When students go to school in the morning, the sun has not yet come out, it is also afraid of the cold as if not willing to get up. The swallows had flown to the south, and only the ugly crows were croaking. The verdant pines and cypresses were covered with silver frost. The fields look empty and far away, only wheat seedlings in the snow. The students dressed thickly, wrapped their faces tightly with scarves, showing only their eyes, the exhaled breath frosted on their eyelashes, and a few pine cones on the pine trees were shaken by the wind.
52, the winter girl is to take over the class of the autumn girl, the autumn took away the ** gold, the fragrance of osmanthus, hibiscus beautiful. And winter, but sent a white world.
53, wow, only to see the sky and earth under the tiny and dense snowflakes, and the more it falls, the denser it falls, as if countless fairies to the earth to sow flowers, conveying the blessings of spring.
54, early winter, falling leaves, see the falling leaves, the heart can not help but surge a burst of sadness. Autumn has gone, only a shell, in the pit of that hot desert, tumbling. The fallen leaves have passed away, but next spring it regains its vitality. The giant star loss falls, but the Yangtze River waves push forward, with his footprints to catch up.
55, winter has come with wings. Those in the spring used up the strength of the flowers, now sleepy; in the summer used up the green grass, now also do not want to move; in the fall dance in the fun of the trees, now the side of the back against the wall, forked hand, bare body sunshine. And the earth also want to sleep, let the sun began to "late and early". And the winter in my eyes also changed.
56, I believe that winter is a season of goodbye, youth, suffering, hope, despair, warmth ...... all the beautiful and bleak words hula hula hula from the season surging past, flustered too late to say goodbye, it will be condensed into a gradual and imperceptible expression of grief in time. Like Huang Shujun "non-stop sadness" sung in: as if to see the youth of the current years of fine silhouette roll with sadness slipped through, non-stop less than waved goodbye.
57, the pine tree green stood in the white snow, with the wind of the southeast, swaying body, back to the harsh and unpleasant roar against the ear, as if deliberately in contempt of winter.
58, flying snow sends me thoughts, towards your paradise endless spread, yesterday's parting face, still in front of us, as if a never-ending nightmare, if you want to fill this heaven, but choose to forget you forever, tears in the attachment, into the rift valley, the story was originally no end, and then memories of yesterday, the tides of the sea, you smiled and said that never separate, then the oath, just a deception, the dream woke up who rely on the I'm not going to be able to do that.
59, the countryside in winter, dusk filled with a warm atmosphere. Than people's breakfast, dinner is eaten especially early, so dusk can see the curling smoke, is so soft, light. Occasionally came the sound of children's laughter, children play is not afraid of the kind of fear, fear is only grandparents, they always hold the clothes behind, mouth said angry, but face with a kind smile, no wonder the children do not listen. From time to time also came the barking of the dog, that I do not know who's footsteps, touched its sensitive nerves, it showed the kind of guardian peculiarly loyal, think about it is also quite touching it.
60, nine cold days, frozen thousands of miles. The whole world has become a big refrigerator, the mountains are cold and trembling, the river is frozen stiff.
61, as if between, I seem to see that this is the fairy tale fairyland, smoke, leaves flying how beautiful ah! How beautiful! I am not the one wearing a pink dance group of princesses it ...... I am indulging in this beautiful fantasy, suddenly, a piece of female real leaves fell down, from my cheeks next to the scratching cold cold cold, so that I had to be pulled back to reality.
62, nine cold months, she incarnated into countless fluttering snowflakes, step by step with an elegant pace a little bit of landing in the corners of the world, the pine tree as if eternal and ageless, it was also struck by the crystal cloaked in a layer of silver, that the ground white chubby snowman, doubtfully open its small eyes staring at the treetops that in the sunshine under the light of the glittering ice flowers, the whole world as if it had entered the The whole world seems to have entered a silent world, because no one wants to break this so sacred moment, is the winter ah! This is the winter that is so fascinating!
63, the sun has just risen above the mountains, covered by bright red haze, sunlight from the clouds down, like countless dragons spouting golden waterfalls.
64, Cold winter. Still very cold. Cold winter. I miss her so much...Cold winter. I want to end it quickly. The cold winter. I want to forget my troubles. Cold winter. I want someone to keep me company. Cold winter. I want to...
65, see, the mountain pine more and more green and black, the tip of the tree topped with a bun of white flowers, like the Japanese nursemaid. The tip of the mountain all white, to the blue sky set a silver edge. On the mountain slopes, some places snow thick point, some places grass color is still exposed; so, a white, a dark yellow, to the mountains wear a watery pattern of the flower coat; look at, this flower coat seems to be the wind blowing, so you hope to see a little more beautiful mountain skin. Waiting for the fast sunset, yellowish sunlight slanting on the mountainside, the point of thin snow as if suddenly shy, slightly revealing a little pink. It's just a little snow, Jinan can't take the snow, those little mountains are too beautiful.
66, snowflakes more and more dense, in the air endlessly scattered. The school is filled with countless like flowers like butterflies hexagonal elves, they soundlessly wet everything, with a slender magic wand will be the neighborhood dressed up, naughty little elves unrestrained, joyfully surplus in the air to perform an excellent dance, perhaps in the Palace of Heaven for a long time, they seem to be the whole body's energy are released, rendering everything. Occasionally, a few snowflakes mischievously jumped high on the railing shelves, and from time to time issued a sound of crisp knocking, "tinkling", as if to create a little bombardment for the school, however, the hexagonal delicate snowflakes, but soon melted into droplets of water, clinging to the shelves which were washed clean by the snow water, and the wind blowing lazily and Shaking, but still refused to give up. The melting snow water, vaguely reflected a fresh world.
67, he walked for a short while, from the mouth, nostrils out of the hot air will be condensed into a layer of frost flowers, frozen in the leather cap around, just like a silver helmet on his frozen red face.
68, in winter, the sky here is always cloudy and gray, the sun seems to be afraid of the cold as if, from the east to the west a slide past.
69, I went to school happily. Just out of the door, a cold wind and I came to a close embrace. This embrace makes me goosebumps. I immediately went home and changed into thick clothes. Walking on the street, although it is already fully armed, but a strand of cold air is still noiselessly into my clothes, so cold oh! I shrugged my shoulders and tried my best to get warmer. The water coming out of the sewer at the end of the street had frozen into ice, and the glass in the classroom was covered with a layer of white, foggy frost.
70, I love winter - love the white snow. A piece of snowflakes flying in the sky, like the millions of white cherubs, revealing to people the breath of winter. Snow is the messenger of winter, it will bring people the gospel.
71, the winter wind is everywhere. It is like a balloon, a moment to jump behind you, a moment to hide in the grass, a moment and no trace. But he is very busy, the hall, the road, the bottom of the bridge, everywhere there is it that go without a trace, come without a shadow of the figure.
72, the trees are snow, like a string of cotton candy on the trees; the mountains also have snow, like the mountains wearing a leather coat; the road is also snow, we step on it, "crunch"; room along the thick ice; roof of the snow into a piece, like a white sea. Some pedestrians on the road put their hands in their pockets; some put their hands in their sleeves; others kept shivering, not knowing what to do. I was dressed thickly, like a polar bear.
73, winter, and so thoughtful. Many hibernating animals, are in their sleep to the winter uncle thank you, let them leave the spring, summer and autumn in winter, from the busy, free from the busy. Winter, again, is the season of endless joy. Many children like to skate on the ice, pumping ice spindle, play, playing plow. Children's laughter is naive, innocent and pure! Their laughter, so that the winter is no longer silent, no longer lonely. Because of their laughter, as if the angels, and the snow is the messenger they invited.
74, the warm winter sun brings me a wonderful memory. A round of warm sun, as if a key to open the door of my memory, let me enjoy the warmth at the same time, can not not recall the scene fixed in the memory screen.
75, send me a quiet winter, leaving me a little space full of fantasy. I wandered alone, reminiscing about the present as well as the time that has passed, and sniffing y at the tantalizing aroma that the future exudes. Snow drifts and sprinkles the earth. The snowflakes are crystal clear, and the shape is different, like a white lotus, like a willow, like a pear, gently full. Suddenly the speed of the snow is faster, from the gray sky to the ground in a hurry, the sky crossed a myriad of lonely lines, rotating and dancing with the wind, as if falling from the sky of the willow flakes, a time to fill the sky.
76, at this time, presented in front of you is a white world, crystal clear, beautiful. Snow gradually stopped, the sun came out again. Golden sunlight shining on the snow, reflecting a colorful light. Roadside trees covered with transparent "silver bars", which is the "legend" of the tree hanging, its strange shape is amazing! Silver bars on the occasional snowballs, if there are naughty people shake the branches, silver bars and snowballs on the "rustling" shake down. Snowballs shattered, jade chip like snow foam with the wind. Really a snow-white magical world! People have come out of their homes, played a long-lost "snowball fight", "pile snowman" game. A snowball, a piece of pure white, flew into the heart of everyone. The snow in the heart, the snow in the heart, all melted together.
77, a small snowflake drifted to the river, into a drop of water. Hush, listen carefully, that many small snowflakes are in the river with small fish and shrimp to tell their pro-life experience it! You see, they are having so much fun! Suddenly, another small snowflake from the air slowly drifting down, he floated to the empty Tiananmen Square, became a first comer on the ground. In this way, one after another little snowflake after another from the air.
78, the winter wind blew a little more violent, it blew the stove sacrifice of the small year; blew the New Year's Eve to keep the year-end; blew the Lantern Festival on the Yuan. In the winter of Beijing, we ushered in a new year, and everyone grew a year older.
79, strolling through the campus, only to see the whole campus has become a silver world; standing teaching buildings dressed in a white dress; the branches of the pine tree has become a bloated silver bars; tender green leaves and red petals covered with crystalline frost. All this is really difficult to describe in words, so I enjoy the eyes and heart.
80, the stream in the big creek stone and small creek stone are covered with white snow. There seemed to be a group of white calves, drinking in the stream; there seemed to be two white lions sleeping in the snow; there seemed to be a few white bears that were preparing to venture out of the stream and walk up the stream bank in the snow.
81, the snowflakes flying in the sky, they are so leisurely and automatic, so pure and unadulterated. As if the whole world is covered by this kind of breath. Blow a breath, as if immediately to melt you. Outside the window of the ginkgo reluctantly drifted down the leaves of the few pieces, hanging this white piece.
82, winter swimmers, can ever think of bathing with the light flame of snow! Crystalline shimmering land, yo, am I heading towards my afterlife, or back to my past life? I often meditate on the edge of this snow, the black and white, the boundaries drawn for all journeys.
83, this sky fluttering snowflakes, like feathers such as jade chips, gently sprinkled, they dance in the sky, like smoke as light, such as willow flakes as light and soft, they are so pure, pure and crystal clear; they are so light, light and silent. Each snowflake is like a melodious and fresh music, like a light and harmonious poetry.