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Winter Snow Ode to Tang Zekin.

Winter, admittedly.

There is no warmth and flowers in spring, no heat and exuberance in summer, and no golden and harvest ...... autumnThere is a howling cold wind and snow. It is a purgatory for the regeneration of natural things, a paradise for the brave and righteous ...... mankind

In winter, the spirit of the universe, its invisible and powerful hands, pierced the sky and rolled up a howling cold wind, blowing away the remnants of flowers and grass, breaking the dry branches, and chopping down the seemingly tall dead ,......Destroying the withering and decaying, the style is extraordinary!

And the sturdy green pine, green cypress, green camphor ,......There is also the endless moon and moon red, and the proud plum blossom ......It still shows the green of life, and the gentle aroma ...... wafts

The timid bird was frightened and fled to the gentle south, but the brave eagle spread its wings and soared high ......

The formidable pest has eaten the green leaves of life and eaten into the heart ,...... treeUnder the bone-cutting wind knife, the destruction of destruction, the hiding of hiding, burrowed into the thick soil ......

Winter, the spirit of the universe, that will let the pests hide. It ran after it wildly, dancing with snowflakes and sweeping mercilessly. The snow is covered with white snow that blocks the passage of pests layer by layer, penetrating into the thick soil.

Ice blades chasing, frost encirclement, scene by scene we can't see the battlefield ......In order to let healthy creatures grow better!

We human weaklings, facing the flying snowflakes, sighed: "It's cold, it's a cold winter, and then we go into the warm house, and we don't want to enjoy the scenery of the snow......."Laughing people flocked to the world of snow, admiring the whiteness of the snow, and piling up snowmen one by one, some paddling snow, some paddling ice, ......One by one, life flies ......

I like the spirits of the universe in winter, and I like the blizzards in winter. A snowstorm, a fresh world. A snowstorm, a whole new world. Let this blizzard be bigger and more violent!

Snow Snow is a ...... of things that can generate a variety of emotionsWhen the snowflakes like catkins and reeds outside the window are falling from the sky one after another, when the earth is decorated with snowflakes.

When the white carpet is spread, standing by the window and looking at them, there will be a lot of feelings: it is sheathed against the squirting words so timid and narrow and pure neon and thinking about the starling? br>

The mood is very smooth.

The snowflakes are very white and white, so white and pure. They make the earth pure and beautiful. I have the feeling that snow not only makes everything pure, but also makes people's hearts like.

It's just as beautiful and pure.

At this time, a snowflake hit the window and immediately melted again. I thought: maybe the snow will melt soon after it stops. I'm a little reluctant to melt them away. Eventually, however, the snow melts. But.

Its short "life" protects plants, moistens and cleans the air. I think it's the most selfless, it's silently dedicating its "life".

Edelweiss, edelweiss ......"When I look at the snowflakes baptizing the world, the melody of 'Edelweiss' reverberates in my head. The lyrical melody of this piece can be accurate.

It definitely shows the beauty of snow. I hope that the snow can really be as said in "Edelweiss", bless our motherland and bless the world with peace.

I miss these snows because they have been beautiful at times. When the snow stopped, the sun shone on the earth again. A gust of wind blew the pine snow on the ground and on the branches of the trees, in the blue sky.

The sky is flying, and the sun makes it even more crystalline. At this moment, I felt that the snow was using this last time to show its last beauty, and then it passed away silently, turning into water to moisten the earth.

The snow finally came in a long-lost manner. Fluttering, the world of the night suddenly changes when you open your eyes, and the white light is dazzling. Tranquility, as if the world disappeared in an instant, in this blind morning, even the sparrows who are not afraid of the cold are nestled in their dreams and do not want to get up.

The world finally fell silent in the midst of the catkins that were still thin. What a rare tranquility at this time of the morning. At this moment, your thoughts are as light as these little snowflakes, light without any burden, forgetting yesterday's troubles, forgetting last night's dreams, forgetting what kind of animal you are walking on the snow, a small animal, in the vastness of heaven and earth, and in the vastness of becoming more and more rare.

The snow is getting smaller and smaller, and although it is still falling over the years, it is becoming more and more difficult to leave a white and profound impression on people. Not only is the snow getting less and less falling and getting smaller, but it's often not happening at the right time. The warming of the climate makes it difficult for them to stand out from the crowd for the little snowflakes that flutter in the mills, and sometimes they come, and in the early part of winter, they are melted away by this noisy world, and the water stains are stained by the wheels and heat of the vehicles.

They're too small, they're too light. What remains overnight white like today is not only her joy, but also the timing of her coming. She caught up in this winter season, in this season when it's not cold, it's cold.

She came, she came, she came quietly, she came unsuspectingly, quietly sneaking into your dreams and your emptiness, falling on the branches of your years, falling on the plum of your emotions. The moment you open your eyes, you have embraced her in your arms, and at this moment, she makes you feel that you have the whole heaven, the whole earth and the whole world, the whole afterlife and the past life, and you feel what is lost, what is forever and forever and forever.

It's snowing. It's snowing, it's snowing.

There were some little painters in the snow.

The chick draws bamboo leaves, the puppy draws plum blossoms, the duckling draws maple leaves, and the pony draws the crescent moon.

No paint, no pen, a few steps into a painting.

Why didn't the frogs participate?

It fell asleep in the cave.

It's snowing. It's snowing, it's snowing.

There were some little painters in the snow.

The chick paints bamboo leaves, the puppy paints plum blossoms, the ducklings draw maple leaves, and the pony draws the crescent moon in a silver round posture.

No paint, no pen, a few steps into a painting.

Why didn't the frogs participate?

It fell asleep in the cave.

It's snowing. It's snowing, it's snowing.

There were some little painters in the snow.

The chick paints bamboo leaves, the little feng jue dog paints plum blossoms, the duckling paints maple leaves, and the pony paints the crescent moon.

No paint, no pen, a few steps into a painting.

Why didn't the frogs participate?

It fell asleep in the cave.

Lao She has an article called "Winter in Jinan", which has two descriptions of snow, and there are references to how snow behaves in different places!

"Snow", Lao She's "Winter in Jinan", Wei Hongzhi's "Snowflakes", "Winter with Snow", "The Sound of Snow Falling", Hemingway's "The Snow of Kilimanjaro" The snow scene described in it is very moving, I also like snow, like-minded!

Lu Xun's "Snow", Jun Qing's "First Snow", Ba Jin's snow (also called sprout).

Autumn in Selangnam is not the season for snow.

The snow is white paper that has been drained of tears.

Layer by layer spread over your snow country.

Every muddy footprint you walk.

will be sealed forever in white.

It's like the calm of the water after a boat plows.

Before this fall comes.

You use extraordinary heat.

Defused the sneak attack of three heavy snowfalls.

As always, you are planting poetry in the dirt.

Take the hoe as the pen and the seed as the ink.

Draw a beautiful melody of the seasons.

A newly reclaimed vegetable patch by the river.

There are still a few clumps of beans wrapped around your residual warmth.

Seasons autumn to a plump and mellow finish.

Persimmon tree behind the old house.

Always keep your red eyes open before the snow comes.

Beware of snowflakes growing backwards from the ground.

Autumn in Gangnam is not the season for snow.

This snow is outside the mood forecast.

The snow is white paper that has been drained of tears.

This sudden heavy snowfall.

Divide the fall in half.

Half is this life and half is the afterlife.

I love the snow in your Saibei

The snow of Kilimanjaro by Hemingway, this one is cool too.

It's snowing. It's snowing. Although I was afraid of the cold winter, I sincerely loved the snow, and I was extremely excited to turn around in the snow a few times and carefully stretched out my hands to meet the white petals floating down, and the clothes, hats, and scarves were all white, and I was reluctantly dragged into the umbrella by my companions, so I had to quietly listen to the sound of snowflakes falling on the umbrella, so soft and moving, like a mother's singing of caring for a baby, and like a whisper in a lover's ear.

As a result, the whole heaven and earth are like a gentle trap, making people unconsciously drunk and deeply drunk.

It's rare for the snow in my hometown to fall so colorfully, and after an afternoon of snowflakes dressing up, the whole world is impeccable in its beauty. I think I was stunned by the whiteness of the eyes, and I couldn't help humming "Snowman" softly, and I moved myself.

At night, I can't help but open the door and look outside. The night reveals a gentle and hazy light against the background of the snow, and for the first time I found that the night is so quiet and beautiful, which makes people have too many romantic feelings, and I can't dance like a fairy in a white veil, then I will definitely try to dance my most wonderful dance, and also have a "Chang'e Shu Sleeves, Eyes for the Loyal Soul Dance", and I seem to really want to move my steps. Suddenly, my mother called me into the house because the snow was still flying outside, and I thought that people sometimes can't help but feel stupid.

yes, the night is so tempting.

The next day, walking to the forest behind the house, there is no beautiful scenery in the cedar forest, I am very glad that my father has always kept the bamboo forest, because the bamboo forest decorated with snow is very good at the realm. A layer of not too thin snowflakes accumulates on the bamboo leaves, swaying in the breeze, and then they are lifted out like powder. In the face of this situation, no matter how much sorrow and boredom were thrown out of the clouds, the mind was cleansed and very open, and the mood suddenly cleared a little.

The elegance of bamboo and the purity of snow are really a refined match, which shocks and purifies the soul.

It suddenly occurred to me that this white elf flying in the wind would feel lonely? I think so, she is so elegant and pure, she is destined to be lonely in the complicated world. But I believe that she will surely provoke some people to reflect and breathe light into those bleak hearts.

And those literati and writers should appreciate the loneliness they insist on even more. You know, Xuehua has sung the same loneliness for thousands of years, but stubbornly maintains the original innocent appearance.

Let me make a small wish on the days when the snowflakes are flying all over the sky: let every beautiful dream grow colorful wings and fly to where it wants to go, so that the future days can move forward truly and happily.

It's snowing—it's snowing—" Strawberry Girl suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

It's snowing. Several of us rushed to the window at the same time. Outside the window, the wind and drizzle are slanting, and the white "snow" flowers are gently flying ...... the sky

Yes! I finally understood that the "snowflake" was a tidbit of kapok.

In the early summer of each year, the fruits of kapok are ripe, and one by one they crack their big mouths and smile happily, revealing white cotton wool, and when the wind blows, they dance lightly.

Snowflakes "drifted across the roofs, over people's faces, and into our windows." I reached out and gently caught the white, soft, warm ...... of "a piece of snow".Hehe, for the first time, I discovered that "snow" can also be warm! Who says snow can only be cold?

The cotton wool in the palm of the palm lies quietly, like a quiet snow like a simple pants and a quiet cloud. The clouds and snow are by my side, in the palm of my hand, and what I hold is not only a piece of tenderness but also a piece of warmth!

The kapok tree is also a common tree in the south, and I feel that it is a tree with a special "character". The trunk of the tree is tall and straight, and its majestic body resembles that of a warrior. In early spring, its fiery kapok blooms brilliantly, like a blooming life.

The open kapok is in full swing, especially joyful and lively, the trees are full of flowers, and it is difficult to find a single green leaf.

At dusk, flocks of birds chirp on the branches, a good scene of "prosperity".

Several trees are red for half a day, the ten zhang coral is kapok, the flowers are red and fresher than the morning glow, the Tiannan trees are all beacon fire, and the unique sunrise of this flower. ”

In early summer, when the fruit is ripe, it falls off automatically. Open the husk, take out the cotton wool inside, and use it as a pillow core after drying, which is particularly soft and comfortable!

When I was a child, I heard the old man tell the story of the kapok tree. Once upon a time, a man and a woman met and fell in love under a kapok tree. But their love did not go so well, and another powerful man also fell in love with the beautiful girl, and in order to get the pure girl, the powerful man killed the man whom the woman loved so much, and the woman buried her beloved man under the kapok tree, and martyred herself ......Eventually, their souls turned into a pair of lovesick birds.

Therefore, when the kapok opens, there will definitely be a pair of lovesick birds that live and fly on it.

There is a saying that "lovesickness is very affectionate, and it lives together through ups and downs"!

A small cotton wool has so many emotions in vain, is it too sentimental?

Who says it doesn't snow in the south? There's snow in the south! And it's summer snow, the summer snow in the south and the winter snow in the north are as romantic and full of poetic ......

The most incredible thing is that the "May snow" in the south is warm, and the warmth can make your heart as soft as it.

Unbelief? If you have the opportunity, please remember to come and see the lightness and beauty of the "May Snow", and feel the warmth and tenderness it brings, and you will definitely be worthy of the ...... of this trip