The author said well, winter is more like a poet full of deep feelings, winter snow is the poem he precipitated a dream, the text is fluent, the language can continue to be refined, the overall is not bad, go oh! In the early hours of the morning, I heard a rustling outside the window, guess it's raining, right? When the day dawned, I went to the lanai to look at the "ah! Snow la
Editor's note: the author said well, winter is like a full of deep love poet, winter snow is his precipitation of the dream of the poem, the text is fluent, the language can continue to be refined, the overall is not bad, go oh! In the early hours of the morning, I heard a rustling outside the window, guess it's raining, right? When the day dawned, I went to the lanai to see "ah! It's snowing!" Last night, when we are still intoxicated in sleep, must be heaven in the darkness of the night cast a spell, I see in front of me is no longer a familiar place, but, a silver world full of mystery. Thus, the room resounded with my voice of unrestrained excitement, "We're not going to dance today, let's go snowshoeing and take pictures of the snow!" In and child heart, rumba, snow flowers, samba after the phone, ready to stop after going out.
Snow world white, yesterday's street, the center of the square, low shrubs are connected to a piece of roadside trees full of white flowers, recalled the Tang poem that "suddenly like a spring breeze, thousands of trees and thousands of pear blossoms," the sentence, is not written in this scene? The snowflakes in the sky fluttered like an elf, and the slightest bit of coldness slipped through the nose, fell into the eyes, and drifted into the heart. Looking up at the light gray sky and snow white earth I am full of gratitude, plain life although there are not too many beautiful colors, but whether it is to appreciate the summer lotus or winter snow, whether it is to face the sunrise or sunset, you can say that this is not a gift from God to us? In the snow, the world has become so peaceful, and the heart is gradually intoxicated in this white world!
In response to the invitation of the winter snow, we stepped all the way on the "chirping" snow, all gathered in the garden of the "Knowing People", when the snow fell even more, a piece of white petals through the clouds, flying diagonally across the roof, drifting down on the trees and riverside grass in the garden. Trees and riverside meadows, the slope of the grass covered with a thick white bedding, the heavens dressed in snow on the earth, as if a picture of elegance, we seem to have come to an ancient myth of the fairyland, we are contrary to the usual reserve, running back and forth in the snow, but also do not care about what the "jade falling ice, wet clothes", on the bed on the white bedding to play with the snow, and the snow, and the snow, and the snow, and the snow. The white bedding rolled up, the sound of laughter and fluttering snowflakes with the flying, from time to time there are people from the windows of distant buildings looking towards here, and occasionally passers-by walked by, but also with us together with the heartfelt laughter.
Rambling years, year after year, we are always busy life forget to meet the spring, summer, autumn and winter, forget to look at the sun, moon and stars, forget to appreciate the wind, flowers and snow, but also forget this fairy tale world, winter snow is the messenger of spring, winter snow is the beginning of a new, winter snow is the age of the station, winter snow is a poem, listen, she is flying in the air whispered and sung......
Standing in the snow, gazing at the sky of snowflakes, I seem to be outside the world, as if the time flowed back to the youthful years of youth, to find the original that touched me, remembered that time and classmates with snowball fights, snowman, I also like to slide down from the steep slope. This distant memory is still there, to the once years left warm memories, now, the day or that day, snow or that snow ah! But where did the people who played together in the snow go? Will they also cross the wall of years and look back again?
At this time, how I wish I could see the children in the snow ah, perhaps in their childish smiles, looking for their own years of touch, but it has snowed, the mountains and rivers laughed, the earth also laughed, but the children's laughter to where to go? Is lying in a warm room watching cartoons? Or are they playing games on the Internet? Many years later, I do not know what they have to use to find the joy of childhood! Life is not rich, life road is not flat, but need to leave a lot of memories, used to feel the seasons give us a wonderful, can go to the fine taste of their own once upon a time of sadness and happiness!
Winter is more like a poet full of deep feelings, winter snow is one of his poems precipitated with dreams! Snowflakes fly down like feathers, turned into nutrients nurturing the land, the earth is a pale, animals hibernate quietly in the tree holes, the grass is in the snow gently breathing, this is a season full of poetry ah!
I hope you are satisfied~