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Winter is coming, will spring be far away? Spring is a poem, a beautiful lyric poem, but the rich emotions in the poem are brewed from the thick poetry of winter.

If you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown. In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum blossoms? "Wax plum is a poetic scene.

There are yellow flowers and red flowers in wax plums, and there are yellow ones that are warm and red ones are unrestrained. Whether it is yellow or red, they are the swan song in winter. The aroma of wax plum is faint and faint, without the rich atmosphere of peony and the taste of tulips.

I really don't know how to praise this fragrance, maybe Mr. Zhu Ziqing's sentence "like a faint singing voice on a tall building in the distance" could not be more appropriate. The fragrance is the character of the wax plum, and the color is the sentiment of the wax plum, but what really casts its soul is her arrogance and independence, and the strength and nobility of "teaching the peach and plum to make a spring breeze". It is the nature of wax plum to not be afraid of the cold, but few people know its intention to bloom alone in the wax moon.

She doesn't want to compete with Taoli for spring, "she has no intention of fighting for spring, and she is jealous of all the people", only the poet knows her heart.

Snow is also an immortal image of winter. This year's snow is extraordinarily heavy, and the poetry is especially strong in the snowy world. The Meixue controversy of "Sao Ren Pen Fee Commentary" did not distinguish between the superior and inferior.

I'm not a sassy person, I'm just looking for the poetry of snow. Although it is all snow, it is divided into two factions: the north and the south. The snow in the north always reveals the blood of the northern man.

The snow is falling in the twilight, and the wind is blowing the red flag and not turning over", "If you want to chase away the light horse, the heavy snow is full of bows and knives" are all descriptions of the northern snow in the famous article. Of course, these do not fully reflect the bloody nature of northern snow. Mr. Lu Xun said that snow has a fighting spirit, "it is the dead rain, and it is the spirit of the rain."

The snow in the south is much softer and more poetic. "Flying snow brings spring breeze, wandering around the air", the snow of West Lake is so smart and elegant, like a young girl, which makes amorous people infinitely reverie.

The snow back home is exceptional. My hometown is in the South as far as the whole country is concerned; In the south, in the north. Therefore, the snow in my hometown has neither the poetry of the southern snow nor the fighting spirit of the northern snow.

Under the subtlety of snow, the people of my hometown also have the character of snow. At the head of the national disaster, patriots have emerged in large numbers, and the bloody nature of snow is expressed. Xue has also witnessed the poignant love of the literati in his hometown.

At the beginning of the sunny day after the snow, the camphor tree in the water painting garden made a rustling sound, I don't know whether it was the poetry of the genius or the tears of the beautiful woman who moved it.

In winter, the poetry of plum snow is strong, and it is pregnant with a poetic spring.

This article uses the cold winter to contrast the warmth of eating people's hearts, and a move of two cleaners in the cold winter leads to a missing person notice, the cleaner did not tear off the missing person notice to let us experience the warmth of people's hearts, and parents looking for children can also let us know that no matter whether the child is in **, parents love their children the most, and love warms my heart in the cold winter.

At the beginning of the article, the warmth lingers to explain that the warmth lingers for a lifetime, the middle uses the actions of the cleaners in the cold winter to show that the cold winter also has a strong warmth, and finally ends with the warmth that haunts my life to name the theme and play the finishing touch.

Only when you lose it do you know how to cherish it.

Now, everything in elementary school has left me, and it is difficult to recover.

At first, I felt helpless, often sighed about the passage of time, and felt sorry for the lost elementary school days. Gradually, I began to immerse myself in good memories, reminiscing about the good times in the past, carefully recalling the past and details of every thing in the past, the setbacks again and again, the successes again and again, and the insignificant past between the classmates and teachers, those things that I didn't pay attention to before, let alone put my energy on them, now, but always more than once, in my mind, even if I want to avoid it, I can't avoid it.

If you think about it, I used to complain that time passed very slowly, and I wanted to graduate immediately. Now, I finally got my wish, but there was always a trace of chagrin and helplessness that came to my heart from time to time. I suddenly felt that the past days were really like a white horse, and in the blink of an eye, six years had already left me, and I was only allowed to recall the bits and pieces of the subtle and delicate past.

Writing this, I unconsciously remembered one thing: Once, 5-year-old Xi Murong had a whim one evening and wanted to throw a stone that she liked and cherished very much backwards to see if she could find it, but she couldn't find it, so that she often remembered the stone and the beauty of the stone until she grew up. This may be a very short story, but it tells us a truth:

Sometimes, it is more important to cherish it when it is lost. If it was assumed that Xi Murong had recovered the stone at that time, then the stone might not have been kept for a long time, or maybe Xi Murong would gradually forget about it, then she would not have such good memories of that stone.

My current situation is very similar to Xi Murong's, I have lost what I cherish, and I always remember its beauty. However, now, I am very different from her 5-year-old, because I now understand that although the beautiful primary school years of the past six years have left me, it will always be buried in the depths of my heart, so that I can remember and cherish it more.

Perhaps, all of this corresponds to the saying: sometimes, only when you lose do you know how to cherish more.