Winter is coming, how did winter come?

When the small tree in front of the door was only a bare torso.

When the cold wind howled and beat against the glass window.

When the chrysanthemums are scattered without the severe cold, there is not much left.

When the green belts on both sides of the road are draped in clothes.

I have to admit that winter is coming.

It has been said, "Winter is the end of the year, to clean up and to look back." ”

Sweep away all the unpleasantness of the year.

A look back at the year.

or joy, or sadness; or give, or take; or no regrets, or regrets....Some people also say: "Winter is coming, will spring be far away?" ”

Indeed, winter is coming, and spring is coming.

Time has its feet.

Always sneaking away inadvertently.

Tireless, never stopping.

I haven't had time to say goodbye to autumn yet.

Just let me face winter in my autumn coat unprepared.

In winter, the weather is dry and cold. On the one hand, eat radishes to warm the stomach. On the other hand, eating radishes replenishes water in the body. Grow directly as vegetables or fruits. Raw.

Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, the north wind is coming, and the footsteps of winter are approaching. Everything was as if he had just fallen asleep, and he closed his eyes dimly. The mountains became silent, the waters were silent, and the sun's face faded.

The grass withered silently, yellow and hard. In the valley, in the fields, and behold, there are many patches of land.

Screaming, jumping, picking up a seed, turning over two front bridges, kicking a few shuttlecocks, throwing sandbags a few times, the wind is arrogant, and the grass is cheering. The lake, the windows, and the leaves of the holly trees, if you don't let me, I won't let you, they are all full of ice flowers. The round ones are like candy, the pointed ones are like stars, and the square ones are like castles.

With the smell of joy in the ice flowers, close your eyes, the ice flowers seem to bring you into a fairy tale world, reindeer, gifts, Santa Claus! Countless children giggled around the sleigh, and cute gifts were passed around in their hands. Plum blossoms are full of branches:

Thousands of postures, naughty, shy, unrestrained, adorned on the branches, like butterflies, like smiling faces, and dancing and singing.

If you don't kill in the harsh winter, how can you see the spring", the wind blows on the face like a knife, mixed with the cold air of ice and snow, and the aroma of plum blossoms, all of which are seeping and swirling next to the extremely dry air pants. The birds, dressed in thick leather robes, foraged with their companions, sang loudly on the high branches, and confronted the strong wind, snow and ice. The old man's erhu under the pine tree is still ringing.

Snow is the most ordinary, one day and one night, don't worry, look, like goose feathers, like stars, like angels, gently falling.

The building on the opposite side is covered with a thin layer, and the trees are wrapped in silver, and the shiny white is close to your eyes. In the evening, the street lights came on, and the dim light set off a mysterious and wonderful night. In the city, the alleys are laughing, the streets are full of people driving slowly, children from school, wearing hats and masks, and jagged icicles hanging in the snow under the eaves of people's houses.

The snow is getting thicker, and there are more people in the park.

In the city and countryside, every household, old and young, they also rushed out, and they all came out in twos and threes. Having a snowball fight and building a snowman with joy, the child becomes a bearded angel and the adult becomes a child. "Winter is coming, will spring be far away"?

Everything will start again, with courage and hope. Winter is like a magician who has just debuted, it is mysterious from head to toe, it changes.

Winter is like a serious old man, serious, hesitating, thinking. Winter is like a loving mother, with a warm harbor and a solid back, she leads us to spring.