The winter diary is written as follows:
Example 1:
Winter is coming, and the weather is getting colder day by day, but the weather is good today. The sun shines gently on the earth, making it warm on your body. Heyang Square is full of leisurely people, some are walking, some are flying kites, and some are singing Henan Opera. Children are running around - the wind also joins in the fun, blowing gently, Huhu - people ignored it, and the trees didn't care about it either.
The wind became angry, roaring, whirring - the branches whined, the wires whined, the branches were blown this way and that, and people left the square one after another. After a while, the wind seemed tired and gasped feebly, whining - whining - like a baby's whimpering sound. The big and small trees stopped shaking, and I thought they could finally take a rest.
Unexpectedly, the wind became even more angry. It roared and purred - as if to say: I want you to dance and play with me - alas! The wind in winter is so bad-tempered. The sound of the wind is so unpredictable!
Example 2:
The spring with the blooming flowers is lovely, the summer with the chirping of cicadas also makes people forget to leave, and the autumn with the fragrant golden osmanthus makes people feel warm and comfortable. However, I prefer the winter when "thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow drift".
In the sky, white butterflies dance gracefully, and they are like the white pear blossoms shaken by Chang'e in the sky. So white? You give the children a laugh and give the elderly a kind smile. The snow stopped, and every household in the city and countryside, old and young, came out one by one as if they were going to a market. The children ignored the severe cold and played their own tricks: building snowmen, having snowball fights, and having a great time.
The white auspicious snow sets off the brightly dressed people, like a charming "snow scene"! Hey, it's strange, how come there is a faint fragrance in the snow? Oh, it turns out that the wintersweet is blooming proudly in the snow! Look! Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but think of Wang Anshi's poem: "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance."
Yes, although the wintersweet looks beautiful, Not amazing, but it can bloom alone in the harsh winter when all the flowers are in decline. The sun in winter is not as changeable in one day as in spring, nor as scorching as in summer, nor as cruel and ruthless as in autumn. The winter sun is soft and warm.
It spreads light and heat to the earth and people's hearts. The setting sun is still the same, as red as a big cherry, standing in the mountains. Beautiful winter, you bring us infinite scenery, endless reverie, and endless fun. I really hope you can stay in this world forever, I love you, beautiful winter.