Early winter, like a beautiful, noble and reserved princess, dances her magical veil and sends gusts of bitterly cold wind. Below follow me to read the classic prose about winter, I believe it can bring you help.
Classic prose about winter (a)The air, cold.
The footsteps of winter are close, and the leaves on the tree branches fall to the ground, turning into a thick carpet. The morning dawns later and later, and night falls earlier and earlier in the evening.
It was raining, and the sound of the rain was wonderful, sparse. It seemed to be interspersed with light snow, and it was so cold. The cold winter air, blowing on the face, very cold.
The proud earth, steadfast winter character, clean air mixed with cold. Winter's footsteps entered, bringing depth and composure.
A cold wind blew, the leaves have fallen, can not help but shiver. Winter's footsteps are close, winter gives people strong, winter seems to be telling, a test of life, a kind of enterprising life, a kind of enjoyment of life. The winter sky is high, the winter wind is cold. The clouds are green in winter, and the pine trees are evergreen in winter. Small insects lie quietly under the big trees, and the birds become much quieter.
The sound of the car horns on the road ticked, and the people heading for home were in a hurry.
The moon and the stars climbed into the sky very early, and the night came earlier.
The first snow came so early in the winter when the rain said it would fall. Though it is not big, the snowflakes float on the trees and houses, which makes people like it.
The wind has no qualms about blowing the branches of the trees, blowing the distance becomes hazy.
Winter, a wonderful season, looming on the horizon. It makes you feel lovely and silent, and as if it is bustling with activity.
Silence, a cold beauty. Beautiful essay
The footsteps of winter are near ......
Classic prose about winter (2)I found that the old village fell asleep in this winter.
Just in the warmth of the winter sun, the old village head resting on the worn ragged clothes of the hills, silent and lying on the gray and yellow land. The sun shines lazily on the glass of the jagged and somewhat abrupt two- or three-story buildings, and I can see in a trance the memory of the village elders leaning against the wall and squinting their eyes to doze off in the warm winter sun, and the air is flowing with waves of sleep. I was driving down from the expressway and saw the roar of the machines that used to mine day and night at the head of the village suddenly quieted down all of a sudden, and then I was enveloped by the quiet that flowed through the air, and everything in the village was asleep.
I traveled slowly, surveying the familiar village. With just one glance, I could see from one end of the street to the other, unobstructed. There are no tall trees to obscure the view, the concrete road on both sides of the child's arm thick trees, no need to speculate on the age of these trees can be known to be young, sparse and slender branches make people suspect that a few sparrows can shake and bend the branches. But I could not confirm my suspicions; I did not see the sparrows that are so common in winter, nor did I hear the squeaking of the titmouse. As the village all sank into death-like silence, I could not bear to rattle my car to startle the quiet sleep, and indeed there was no need to sound my horn as I drove along the street, which was so smooth as to be free from any person or any obstruction. I tried hard to find the old shadows of the village in its houses, trees, and everything, trying to imagine how the lost Guanzhong in the Spring and Autumn period let go of his old horse that knew the way through the streets of this village and finally got out of the lost valley. But I was lost, not lost in the ancient legends, is lost in this spacious streets of the village, can not find the shadow of the village once, can not find traces of my memory.
In recent years, I have always looked out at the village adjacent to which I was born and raised when I passed by the expressway. The expressway is a reconstruction of the dam of an ancient river, and the river is even older than the legend because Guanzhong went out of the Valley of the Lost to reach the ancient country of Lone Bamboo downstream of it. When the expressway was built, when the trees of different sizes on the riverbanks fell in one position at a time, I was surprised at the trees with the same face standing up neatly on the riverbanks, and I was also surprised to see the smoke from the village, the old acacia tree at the head of the village, and even the roof of my old home, and the reed holes on the roof where I hoarded my grain in the winter. However, the smoke, acacia trees, reed holes, gradually disappeared, with the increasing number of expressways and busy vehicles, as the village boiled and lively. That hundreds of years of old acacia tree and the hill at the head of the village fell together, the old iron element in a modern and arrogant posture into the village, the village in a panic learned to worship and change face, take off the green brick and green tile clothing, put on the shiny tile and glass coat, to the increasingly shrinking until the disappearance of the hill to worship and even kneel down.
Kneeling and worship is an ancient ritual, a unique expression of high respect for the kneeling ceremony. The original refers to the worship of God and Buddha, a kind of salute, the modern general refers to the expression of extreme respect or fear of obedience to the way of salute. When the ancient village to a hill worship, can not be excused because of the arrogance of the iron, I believe it is more a kind of submissive and voluntary, rather than high respect. I am in the sleeping village at this time, warm sunshine, examining the village is what kind of posture asleep, is the five body worship in sleep or the natural state of sound sleep?
Pull your eyes outside the village and open your mind with your vision, but you can't find the village's past life in this desolate land without green. The past life of the village is in the legend, in my imagination, does not help to confirm the posture and state of the village sleep. I was standing in the backyard of my old house, looking at everything outside the village. The backyard of my old home has always had a large cabbage cellar with thousands of pounds of cabbage in it as far back as I can remember, and a sweet potato cellar in the front yard. Almost all the yards in the village had such a cabbage cellar and sweet potato cellar. The cellar hides the fall harvest of the farmers, and also collects the solidity and stability of the farmers. Even on snowy days, a pot of sweet potatoes and cabbage stewed with vermicelli were steamed and eaten with great enthusiasm. Whenever I think of the panic of grabbing salt and food because of SARS and the tsunami, compared to the days of the croppers at that time, it is really called down-to-earth! Nowadays, the vegetable cellar is gone, the sweet potato cellar is gone, and the wheat seedlings in the village fields in winter are gone, and there is only bare and barren land. The land has lost the role of farming, in the land underneath the hidden more iron, iron so that the village people popularized the concept of specific gravity, iron than grain, vegetables heavier and heavier, more weight and strength.
When the iron element manifested itself as a giant from the land grimly stood out, waving hard hands, the village day and night of excitement, no sleep, waiting for the undeniable upheaval, push down and rebuild. A few years had cleanly accomplished all that, and after the upheaval came the toppling, and after the toppling came the rebuilding. This rebuilding is a radical change. Almost every house in the village, old or not, was rebuilt this year. Quadrangles, two-storey buildings, three-storey buildings, gatehouse, garage, from the spring to the fall a brand new modern new village fabulously built, rushed to this winter are all at once silent, in a kind of sleepy state of silence.
The village may be the excess of excitement, and people like tired after the natural physiological sleep, a kind of physical strength to restore the rest of the closed eyes. But this sleep is surprisingly warm in the winter sun, there is a loss of sleep common sense and scientific definition. I think about this, the night has fallen, the village should be to the real time to sleep. I quietly waited for the old village to sleep peacefully in the swaddling clothes of the night. The intermittent sounds of motorcycles and cars honking their horns rang through the streets, and the headlights of motor vehicles shook the night. There were sounds of footsteps in the yards that had been empty during the day, and the village woke up in the night. I carefully discerned the various sounds emanating from the village houses, and when the sounds of the vehicles quieted down, I heard yelling coming from next door, the sound of palms slapping on the table, the excitement of gambling winnings and the remorse of losses, and intermittent arguments and quarrels over the assessment of the value of newly constructed houses. I knew that at this point, money was flowing in the old-fashioned willingness to gamble. I felt the murmuring and restlessness of the village in a burst of cornucopia of panic, repeating itself over and over again between sleep and wakefulness.
Had to turn to the medical books on my desk for a real answer to the sleep of the old village, which, though it was my own wishful thinking and even scientifically unjustified behavior, would at least give me a comfort. The explanation of modern medicine, excessive daytime sleep or sleep episodes called narcolepsy, is the occurrence of irrepressible sleep, a neurological disorder. The explanation of thousands of years of traditional Chinese medicine is that the deficiency of the spleen and stomach causes a deficiency of yin and yang causing drowsiness. Of the five elements, earth dominates the spleen and stomach and gold dominates the lungs and intestines, and a deficiency of gold in the earth causes weakness of the spleen, stomach, lungs, and intestines and a deficiency of yang and an excess of yin. When a large number of iron in the land hollowed out to cause the land floating, and cause the village of sleep, if this and the five elements of the doctrine of unity of man and heaven have nothing to do, I prefer to believe that it is a superstitious kind of imagination, but I can only so comfort myself, comfort sleepy village.
In the sleepy village, I had a dreamlike trance and emptiness. In the distance, the headlights on the expressway, the neon colors of the city, spread and expand in the night, entangled into a huge whirlpool, engulfing and seducing the old village sleepwalking close to it or fighting against it.
I stood silently in the icy cold wind, unable to see whether the village was walking or disappearing from my side.
Classic prose about winter (3)
Yesterday at noon, a light rain began to fall. At three or four o'clock, the rain got heavier, almost a moderate rain. Half an hour later, the streets were dirty and the leaves were falling. I didn't have an umbrella, and I didn't like the idea of covering my head with a cloth mushroom.
At six o'clock, the rain was thicker and denser. Strolling through Huaqingchi Square, my hair was wet, my pants legs were wet, my clothes were wet. I was in the chilly rain, has become a soup chicken, if you continue to rain, I am afraid that will catch cold. Therefore, I went to the west side of the Blue Ocean Hotel to take shelter from the rain. And chatted with the doorman there. A cool wind, the diagonal weaving of the rain curtains, sent into my neck, ice seepage.
While chatting, I waited for the line bus to pass through. I'm not sure how much I'm going to get out of this one, but I'm sure I'm going to get out of it. But after waiting for forty to fifty minutes, there was neither a line car nor a cab. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. Drops of water dripping from my head stung my eyes. Slanted door, any quiet waiting, any patience, but did not wait for a car. The doorman saw me anxious, so he blocked a farm tricycle, let the driver to bring me on. The driver is very good, let me sit in the seat of the Secretary, has sent me to the entrance of the neighborhood.
Back home, sleepy, lazy tendons open, a mouthful of rice do not want to do. Hungry really can not support, ran into the kitchen, only to remember to bring back the beef and duck. Cut a piece of beef, tear and eat. And took a piece of duck bone with meat, nibble. The water is boiling, make a cup of tea to drink. Slowly feel warm and cozy. Ten minutes later, the stomach and intestines began to discomfort, stagnation, abdominal pain, subconsciously, know a little allergic signs.
People are not comfortable, the mind is not in place. I don't want to go on the computer, I don't want to watch TV, I don't want to play with my cell phone. A person put out the lights, open the window, climbed in the window sill, listening to the rain, listening to the wind to talk. The rain keeps falling, the wind keeps blowing. Through the weak light from the street lamp, you can vaguely see the leaves and shadows of the trees. The parking space of the vehicle, but also reflecting the light, shining like a mirror colorful.
I muttered to myself alone: all the snow season, should be the decline of yang, yin rising. Heaven and earth do not pass, yin and yang do not intersect. Everything has lost vitality, should be small snow first cold, snow rather than rain. But who knows, this cold rain, down to when is a enough it.
Drinking two cups of hot tea, the abdomen stagnation has been relieved. The feeling of shivering, but also alleviated a lot. So, I black touch to the dormitory, take off the clothes, lying in the quilt, to charge the phone, fell asleep. Going to bed so early, for me, at least, it is also considered a stone-cold strange Roppongi.
I woke up at four in the morning. As I had eaten and drunk tea before going to bed, I fell asleep and had dream after dream. I reclined on my bed and tried to remember the bizarre and odd dreams, but I couldn't recall the episodes of the dreams.
So I unplugged my charging cell phone and started writing the article "Stray Dogs in the Yard". The first draft is too lazy to revise and proofread, so I sent it to the space first.
Yesterday afternoon, the District Prosecutor's Office, Mr. Liu Enhancement notified the police to go to the Prosecutor's Office to re-fill a form. The district justice bureau director Liu, three times the phone, the results due to the mute, did not hear. Later phone, he informed me: tomorrow, no matter what, to go to get the form to fill out and give them. With this task, I do not dare to stay in bed. Because once I fall back, I will be in the dream again, easily two or three hours.
After潄, made a cup of tea. I've had two cups of tea, and I'm warming up. So, open the window, ready to smoke. The snowy scene outside the window, one ordered me to get excited. I was so happy that I put my whole head out of the window and looked at the strange scenery in front of me.
Suddenly like a spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms. I can't imagine that last night's rainfall turned into flying snow during the night. The green belt in the small leaf chaste, palm, and forsythia, fell a thin layer of white snow. When I looked into the distance, I saw Mount Li, which was also white and clearly showed the spectacle of freezing fog. The roof of the cafeteria nearby was covered with snow. The parked car, also accumulated a thick layer of snow.
A heavy rain, followed by snow just arrived. The air is fresh and the weather is blue. The mountains seem to be close, the grass seems to be green, everything seems to be unusually clear, the mood is better, and the depression has gone with it.
In early winter, there are not many days with excellent visibility. If it is not God's blessing, then it must be the blessing of the blessing of the blessing of the blessing.
I closed the window. I put on a short coat, and went straight to the street. To downstairs, on the trunk of the car that accumulates white snow, I wrote four words with my finger: snow is really cool. I also wrote three words on a stone bench: "Scene in the snow". I used my cell phone to take pictures of the snowy scene and the words I wrote. This is the first snowfall since the beginning of winter. The first time I saw this, I was able to see it on my cell phone, and I was able to see it on my cell phone, and I was able to see it on my cell phone.
To Huichang Road, Ding Zi Kou, into the often eaten bun store. Wanted two tofu buns, filled with chili oil, also peeled a few cloves of raw garlic, while eating on the side. Suddenly, I thought that I have to go to the government to do business, eat raw garlic odor is too big, so, did not eat raw garlic again.
To the district government in front of the building on the fourth floor, found the Bureau of Justice. Words of intent, immediately someone to receive. According to the staff: the people's supervisor management attributes have changed. Previously belonged to the procuratorate, now belongs to the judiciary. This time to fill out the form, because tomorrow to the city to submit the form. Time is tight, today we have to fill out the form, paste an inch bareheaded photo, the unit stamped, we have to send over in the afternoon. Otherwise, it will not be able to catch up with the city's nodes.
Out of the government door, directly across the view of Mount Li, attracted my attention. I stopped and stood, looking up at the mountain, quietly appreciating the dynamic beauty of the static Mount Li.
For so many years, Mount Li did not have too much of such an innocent appearance, and not too much of such a beautiful. The night of the rain and snow, so that Mount Li is out of the skin out of the voluptuous face. West of the ropeway, the leaves are yellow and green, making people think that it is the rhyme of three springs. East of the cableway, west of the temple ditch, dark green out of the rare pale green. And on top of the dark green, there is a layer of white veil shrouded in color. It seems that Mount Li appeared not typical . Misty Song spectacle.
Nine o'clock, first from the east and west of the embroidered ridge between the Valley of the stone urns, rose up the mist and misty mountains! These white cloud-like mist, circling, rising, the form of non-stop change, Moji out of a majestic majestic grandeur to. These mists, like the sea of clouds rolling, such as the waves.
Mount Yeo is wearing a hat! More than ten minutes later, the fog rolled upward and covered the Beacon Tower and Torch Tower. After another ten minutes or so, the clearly visible Yeojeong Pavilion and Old Mother's Hall also fell into the mountain mist, hiding their forms. After another twenty minutes or so, landmarks such as the Sunrise Pavilion, the Sun and Moon Pavilion, the Evening Illumination Pavilion, and the Pavilion of Military Counseling were also submerged in the mist that swirled around them. On the west side of the foot of the mountain, the Sanyuan Cave complex, with relatively low terrain, is vaguely recognizable. The whole of Mount Li, almost swallowed by the air of the mountain mist.
In front of the district government, I was able to watch for nearly eighty minutes. Such a scene, such meteorological, such a misty cloud embracing, such a magnificent wave, for me, or the first time to experience.
I like the freshness after the rain, like the filtered air, like the clear sky, like the spectacular scene of the clouds turning up, but also like the first winter snow that moistens the heart.
The classic prose about winter (four)
Walking on the campus path, the cold wind told me that winter is really coming, a few days ago the golden sunshine like to give us the last warmth, this winter is particularly cold.
Like winter, always hope that there will be a piece of snowflake surprise floated down on my shoulder with me roaming through the unmanned path. The sky is cold and careless sprinkled with rain, gently kissed my umbrella, points fell on my heart. Winter, this cold and proud woman is so close and so far away from people, as if born to walk alone in the gray sky, to see millions of dust in the wind and snow. Walking in the hurried footsteps ah, who stayed a piece of lying in the rain can only enjoy the lonely fallen leaves?
In the time of no rain, looking forward to the sun. If there is no rain, the sun can also be the best embellishment of the winter. Just even the sun is lazy, the winter sun is not like the spring to give you hope, unlike the aggressive summer, not more poetic than in the fall, the winter sun is like the winter we are afraid of the sharp wind knocked, unwillingly only reveal a shadow. Perhaps this is the unique beauty of winter, Jun cold and a little warm.
In recent days, after stumbling upon a classroom on the faculty floor that was not used by the class, I was no longer willing to go to the library during the absence of classes. The winter is suitable for loneliness, waiting alone in a classroom, alone to see the sunlight through the bright windows diagonally sprinkled on the warmth of the desk, alone to see the people on the sidewalk below, to see other people's stories flow their own tears.
Why don't memories freeze up with the arrival of winter? Read other people's words remembered you.
Are you okay now? The back table boys who stayed in my youthful memories, my gaze in the flow of years.
In that blossoming season, the teacher's unintentional arrangement is destined to always miss me. I think, is not unintentionally walking through the peach blossom garden in the school when the petals quietly fell on my heart?
What attracted me to you, I do not remember. Maybe it was when you gave me a little name that still makes me feel so cozy "dork"; maybe it was your quietness in class; maybe it was when you knocked my head down with a pen and said "dork" after class; maybe it was when you said, "Let's talk, we're going to be in a different class tomorrow"; maybe it was when you said, "Let's talk. When you said, "Let's talk, after tomorrow we're going to be in separate classes",......; so I answered your questions absentmindedly while memorizing the vocabulary. At that time, I think I do not know, later later I can recall so much of you, if I know, I think the words can also forgive me a moment of laziness, because that is a young girl's thoughts.
Since then, our encounters are destined to rub shoulders, or else a simple "hey". I can't find the intersection, I can't find the reason to talk, I can't find the topic to say, I think, at that time, you must not know, in your back, there will be a pair of eyes always pretending to be unintentional to sweep to the place where you are.
Later, I mustered up the courage to tell you "once I liked you", and you said, that is once, the past ......;
Later, I asked you, we really do not have the possibility? You said, who can say what will happen in the future ......
Further on, I joked that you introduce me to a boyfriend! You said, then I introduce myself to you ...... Whether you joke or not, stay in my heart has been another one.
The sunlight outside the window hit my heart, you did not in the sunshine.
Whether it is the rain kissed my umbrella, or the sun warmed my book, the future of the clouds rolled, the tide ebbs and flows, always cherish the cherished, give up the abandonment of the winter again cold, so what?