1, early winter, not as sacred as winter solemn, not as golden autumn to give a person the joy of harvest, however, it carries a different beauty, let me fondly. It makes me think of the warmth of the sun, make people think of bright smile and vigorous youth. Winter represents the need for a life experience, the stubbornness of life in the difficult days of faith. In fact, it is only after experiencing wither and glory, heat and cool that it presents an absolutely beautiful rhythm. The early winter in front of us, a different flavor, a different poetry.
2, the first rain of early winter, last night, unknowingly up. It has been down to now have not stopped meaning. Rain in the silk of the coolness let people feel the winter of the cold. The rain puts the pale, the world of the depression has become smoky, can't see the sky dome also can't see the earth. Only so yellow leaves drifting in those smoky rain. Drifting yellow leaves, in this world of smoke and rain became particularly conspicuous. Yellow leaves plus people's umbrellas make this smoky world, have a few colors. Standing in the rain, looking at the people passing by, looking at the scattered yellow leaves, would like to let the rain to the thoughts and pain to wash away. But I did not expect in this smoky rain, thoughts and pain washed, more and more clear. Thoughts are like a burning fire, and the rain is like a burning agent, the more it washes the fire, the more intense.
3, the falling leaves on the field, 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, blooming, red, yellow, pink, pure white, colorful, colorful and gorgeous, giving a person the feeling of warmth.
4, perhaps, this is the most beautiful fog I have ever seen in winter! Early winter mornings are always the most beautiful and dazzling! That's a priceless treasure that belongs to me, a treasure that will always belong only to me, and of course I'm willing to enjoy it with everyone ****! No matter how confusing and dark the road ahead is, you have to have faith that you will be able to walk on it! So that you can push away the layer of your heart? Misty veil? Try to find the most beautiful scenery in your heart! As the early winter morning this!
5, the fog thickly pulled up its wide white robe to my home behind the hill all to cover up. A cold wind blew, the leaves were blown to flutter, fluttering, spinning, front and back floating, like waves laughing, rushing. The air was wet and cold, and a white mist drifted in and out. I sat in my dad's car, traveling on the road to school. I watched as the white mist filled the surroundings like the steam coming out of my mom's pot when she uncovered it. Everything fell into the sea of smoke, nothingness, giving people a sense of novelty. Ah, how like in that cloudy sky!
6, the fog is getting thicker and thicker, white, so thick, charming! Everything like a white silk scarf seems to be draped, so that people can not understand what is in the clouds? Leads to infinite reverie! The distant peaks can not see the top, the mountain with a naughty child, intimate and I play hide-and-seek; hide and seek, hidden and hidden, a little let a person can not touch the north! Wind gusts of blowing, bringing a trace of cool air, hair with the north wind dancing; this may be the power of Qin Chun it! Or perhaps it is to play with the wind! That relentless leaves have fallen, laying that thick layer on the earth.
7, I stood at one end of the bridge, the clear spirit of the lake moon sprinkled with the ghostly light, hazy, with a stern cold wind fluttering above, swinging, seems to be the ghostly light gently torn apart, torn into two petals, thrown into the sadness and sorrow frozen frozen congealed into the river, the left bank is called thoughts, the right bank is ? Sweet burden? The left bank is called Thoughts, and the right bank is Sweet Burden; one petal is Happiness, and the other is Sorrow? Under the moon, the bridge, passers-by shrugged their shoulders and pulled their lapels toward happiness; me? I shivered slightly at the bridge, I was fantasizing, fantasizing about the broken bridge on the surface of the lake and plum blossoms fluttering in disbelief. The night is deep, the moon into the clouds, was like cocoon clouds entangled and tangled, that is the only comfort of emotional purgatory called warmth.
8, the sky is gray, covering my vision. The distant pylons, rolling hills, vaguely see a few bright lights, like a fluorescent insect flickering. The skyscrapers, all in a hazy fog. Nothing could be seen clearly. The earth was immersed in the cold early winter, and even the cars on the street could not be seen. It was a blur. The chrysanthemums bloomed, and so did the plum blossoms. The breeze blew and wafted to me along with the scent of the flowers, what a fragrance! How beautiful it was!
9, as the saying goes: ? A day's plan lies in the morning? Everyone should cherish this precious time in the morning. You see, those little athletes practice running under the guidance of the coach. They are chasing after me, not only do not feel the cold, head straight heat mile! The old people are concentrating on exercising. A walk into the campus, I heard from the classroom to read. Sound. I speed up the pace, into the classroom, take out the book, read aloud!
10, in fact, the early winter is not too cold, although it has been to ? Little snow? The weather is still clear, the sky is high and far-reaching, not flawless, but definitely called clean. In the afternoon without wind, the sun shines warmly on the body, not a little cold, the sun passed in front of us, showing us the light of life. The scenery on the ground is gray and yellow, always making people feel that winter has not yet arrived. Those dry maple leaves, has turned from light yellow to deep red, the foothills of the wild chrysanthemums still stubbornly show its orange. Only in the harvest land, a few uncut down the corn barley, in the north wind blowing under the clattering sound?
11, by the river, the willows in the wind shivered their bodies, the leaves floated down helplessly, stayed in the ? The mother? The time when the embrace of the mother. The river dried up, revealing pebbles of different sizes and shapes. I stumbled upon a green stone covered with green moss, which was furry but still cold to the touch.
12, early winter night's more bleak and diffuse, the moon is more sad. I do not know how to describe my head above the night, in this early winter night, I stand under the moon, left and right sadness, the left side of my passing years and my bumbling and shameful sentiments, the right side of my overwhelmed, shaky, hazy slightly dead ? sweet burden?
13, early winter, falling leaves, see the falling leaves, the heart can not help but surge a 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 loses its fall, but the waves of the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and catch up with his footprints.
14, the morning of early winter, a white fog, from a thin point of view, the fog has been frost. After the autumn wind pruning after the willow withered poplar, suddenly became powdered, elegant and attractive. The lake is vast, bubbling with white gas. The frosty sky sets off the nearby mountains more and more bright and quiet. Pathside grass, the top layer of soft thick new frost, become so white and mysterious. The thousands of branches in front of me, was dry and hard as iron, no poetry, but overnight face new fresh, ting ting charming, quiet as a virgin. The thick and even frost powder, reminds me of Lin Daiyu's innocence.
15, early winter morning full of vigor. That Xi Xi's north wind? The wind is blowing backwards. The tree branches! It seems to welcome the arrival of winter! Perhaps, I have a fondness for winter! This Xi Xi's north wind has become warm!
16, the campus in early winter, no matter to the blue and white harmony of the sky, or towards the weak trees far away, this is a cold wind caressing the picture, always smeared with a layer of thick coolness. A solemn, in the afternoon from the clouds can not shoot a ray of sunshine, the sky gray, just short of snow drifting.
17, the first to bring the message of winter should be snow. You see, it finally came in people's eagerly awaited, step is so light, soothing, quietly, from the distant sky drifting down, pieces of light as flakes of snowflakes fell on the bare branches of the trees, fell on the bare chest of the ground. Oh, it is for the earth to weave a thick white down coat it! At this time, the gray sky also seems to brighten up, the sky and the earth completely blend together. Ah, what a silver world!
18, the leaves of the trees have fallen to one and no, almost bare, only pine trees, cypress trees are still so green, so spiritual. Because of the hard work to cultivate these saplings growing uncles and aunts for fear that they are the wind blowing east and west, so they put on a thick ? Cotton clothes?
19, I have long been looking forward to snow, you can play snowball fight. Two whole years have not been a snow, but just into the winter but a big snow, flurry, unfortunately this snow with the down with the melting, although under the whole day, the ground but not much snow, only in the leaves and the foot of the wall to leave a little bit of snow.
20, the poplar tree on the only remaining few pieces of yellowing leaves, in the winter wind whirling, looking at the tree seems to fall down, but they are not worried, because the wind dolls every time they will be blown to the ground in a smooth and stable. A leaf did not hold on tightly, accidentally fell from the tree, but this does not mean that its life is over, he will be in the place where he fell quietly waiting, waiting for time to bury it and other leaves deep into the soil, become the tree`s `nourishment.
Early winter beautiful good night message 21, winter, although there is no spring charming birds and flowers, no summer spectacular lightning and thunder, no fall tantalizingly fruitful, but it also has a dedication to the nature of the subtle beauty.
2, although it is already cold days, the sun is warm and shining, the wind also gently and softly blowing, the garden of the plum because there is no ice and snow reflection inferior to a few points, while the rose is still open warm and delicate.
3, ten winter days, snow blocking the windows, ice skates like bright crystal columns, hanging in rows on the eaves.
4, do not care whether there are flowers and applause, as long as a cup of hot tea with a little lemon, like a white cloud unattached, refused to worry about enjoying the tranquility. Do not pay attention to this human love and hate, just want to retain the heart of that calm, like a breeze to come and go without a trace, dating happy away from the strife. Let me make a ton of silent prayers in the children's songs good people dream come true; let me make a ton of winter sunshine to keep the ordinary simple life.
5, the earth is covered with thick white snow, gentle, fluffy, white and flawless, looking around, the vast land, silver, the north wind blew, the trees silver, white snow waves rise and fall. The branches wrapped in ice and snow seem to be like jade trees and silver flowers, in a thousand different forms.
6, the cold days, frozen snow, the whole world into a big refrigerator, the mountain cold in the shivering, the river frozen stiff, the air seems to be frozen.
7, 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 of a slip on the past.
8, on the way to school, a gust of wind, hit the human face, piercing pain. It was cold and icy. And it is a big burst, a small burst. When it's big, pieces of paper and dust fly everywhere. When it's small, pedestrians have to turn their faces to avoid it. Pedestrians on the road, some necks into the collar, some with the sleeve of the face, are in a hurry to rush.
9, put down the pen in hand, rubbed his hands slightly tired eyes. Suddenly a chill came, could not help but shiver, toward the window to see, snow. Looking back at everything in the house, it seems to look a little old. The wind blew, the window issued a burst of ? creaking? The wind blew, the windows made a gurgling noise, noisy people a little distracted, go out and look at it! Perhaps you can find something.
10, walking in the winter cold path. At the beginning of the time do not see how cold the wind, but after more than ten minutes, I found that my body's warmth is gradually dissipated. At this point I have been shivering with cold, cold and biting winds constantly pounded on my body, making my body feel unprecedented pain.
11, 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.
12, just into the winter, the wind is not so cold, just a lot of wind. Roadside trees are wind blown left and right, from time to time issued a whimpering sound, the street dusty, scattered on the ground of the shredded paper, was the wind rolled up to the sky, high in the gray sky fluttering.
13, walking on a very difficult winter came the leaves on the trees fall out if there is no cleaner people clean.
14, people dressed in a variety of beautiful winter clothes, winter came to the river with thick ice. Wearing a scarf, gloves, and cotton boots, but it is difficult to resist the cold, the face is frozen red like a red apple, especially at night, the street pedestrians less and less.
15, wearing on the body, but also from the closet to find thick clothes. People will look stupid. Alas, this cold season.
16, a thin layer of white snow, like a huge blanket of light and soft wool, covering the pick in the desert wilderness, glittering cold silver.
17, winter I often hold a handful of sunshine and then loosen the finger to see the sunshine like gold spilled on the ground I have no gold only sunshine I have gold like sunshine more sunshine like gold baby my gold?
18, this winter, the ground are frozen cracks, small north wind like a knife like fierce blowing, snow full of sky.
19, the cold winter, the river changed the previous lively, seems to be quiet asleep.
20, the cold wind blowing. Bare trees, like a bald old man, can not stand the attack of the northwest wind, shivering in the cold wind.