1. We waved goodbye to the charming autumn scenery and gently stepped into the threshold of winter. Early winter is like a beautiful, noble princess, dancing with her magical veil, sending bursts of biting cold wind.
2. The early winter this year was very cold. Looking at the group of willows, a large area of ??the leaves had turned yellow and lost the green branches. Occasionally they waved against the cold wind. She felt so helpless and helpless. The darkness of this winter adds endless trouble to me.
3. The first message that brings winter should be snow. You see, it finally came in people's long-awaited steps. It was so light, soothing and quietly falling from the distant sky. The smooth snowflakes fell on the bare branches and on the bare chests. on the land. Oh, it is weaving a thick white down jacket for the earth! At this time, the gray sky seemed to become clearer, and the sky and the earth completely blended together. Ah, what a world covered in silver!
4. The early winter morning is full of vitality. The strong north wind "blowing" the branches! It seems to be welcoming the arrival of winter! Maybe, I have a soft spot for winter! This blowing north wind has actually become warmer!
5. The morning in early winter is a beautiful and wonderful morning. In the early morning, as soon as I opened the door, I saw that everything in front of me was shrouded in a misty veil. Even the rising sun hid its bright and bright face, leaving only a circle of blush, showing some confusion. The red light comes.
6. The moon in early winter sprinkled the water color on the street very early. Only a little of the faint moon halo hung on the branches, and the rest did not fade. Hanging, eventually falling. When it fell to the ground, it was smashed to pieces, spilled out like tassels, and flowed freely in the night, making the whole city filled with the fragrance of the moon.
7. Perhaps, this is the most beautiful fog I have ever seen in winter! The morning in early winter is always the most beautiful and dazzling! That is a priceless treasure that belongs to me, a treasure that will only belong to me forever. Of course, I am also willing to share it with everyone! No matter how confusing and dark the road ahead is, you must firmly believe that you can go on! Only in this way can you push away the "mystery" in your heart. Try to find the most beautiful scenery in your heart! Just like this on an early winter morning!
8. Early winter is not as sacred and solemn as midwinter, and it is not as good as golden autumn in giving people the joy of harvest. However, it carries a unique beauty that makes me nostalgic. It reminds me of warm sunshine, bright smiles and vigorous youth. Winter represents the need for life experience and the persistence of faith in difficult days. In fact, only after experiencing dryness and prosperity, fire and coolness, will the beautiful charm appear. The early winter in front of us has a different taste and poetry.
9. The fog in early winter, against the blue sky, is so holy! Looking at the mountains on the highlands in the distance, they are completely hidden in the fog. The fog also wraps around the mountains, like delicate jade belts, gently pinned between the mountains, and even writes a majestic and solemn message to the mountains. After a few strokes, the mountain seems to be quieter than before. The woods in the mountain are quiet, the grass in the mountain is quiet, and the gurgling water in the mountain is quiet. The mountain is so quiet, as if everything in the mountain is holding back. Breathe and enjoy the gentle caress of Chen Wu's invisible hands.
10. In early winter, looking at the orchards with sparse leaves, thinking about the fruit farmers’ cellars full of fruits for sale, the confusion of autumn suddenly comes to mind; looking at the green wheat fields, thinking about the heavy wheat ears next year. , a harvest scene unfolded before our eyes, and Qiu's confusion suddenly disappeared.
11. On campus in early winter, no matter whether you stare at the blue and white sky or look at the weak and feeble trees in the distance, this picture caressed by the cold wind is always covered with a layer of sadness. A thick chill. It was so chilling that in the afternoon there was not a single ray of sunlight shining from the clouds, and the sky was gray except for the fluttering white snow. The campus in early winter has not yet gotten rid of the desolation of late autumn, and it cannot inherit the gene of joy brought by the harvest. It possesses the chill of deep winter and quietly interprets the metabolism of all things.