Walking on the winter fields

When the cold wind and the frost whistle from the sky; when the earth slowly faded away the colorful colors; when the bird's joyous hustle and bustle turned into a smashing mourning! I heard that the pace of winter is quietly passing through the wilderness!

Just in the winter, when the field is the most lonely and lonely, I want to embrace it! Even in the cold wind raging, the cold rain slanting season!

Look! The one in the field is a tree that is completely independent! Although the wind has bent its branches to one side, its strong branches are still tall and straight, and will not yield! The curved trunk is announcing its weather-beaten grief! And the red leaves that struggled to hang on the branches, but still can't change the fate of the spin, are so beautiful to talk about the ruthlessness of the wind and rain!

Although I can't see the wave of the wheat wave, although I can't hear the laughter at the harvest, the little crowded wheat can still clearly recall the song of the harvest! The fragrance of the hay in the field is also the fragrance of the grain of the ear!

When we are busy, how can we walk to this winter field? Although the spring flower of Xinrong is no longer the case, the bitter cold wind and cold rain are also daunting! But who can say that in the headwinds, quietly understand the good harvest, and deeply understand the pursuit of tomorrow in the predicament, is not the most suitable mood?

In fact, in the winter, it will not be all withered!

The long grass of yellow, green and green on the side of the field stalked me, and occasionally there were black feathered white-winged birds, and curiously stopped at a distance! On the edge of the pond, where the microwaves are light, the wild chrysanthemums of the ethnic group will hang the branches of flowers and hang them in the cold water. They will laugh at the little fish, and the naughty fish will kiss the beautiful reflection and stir up. The ripples of the circle.

When walking down a small county, the sound of a stream of water, a group of white ducks are not afraid of the cold and happy play, splashing a piece of green and clear water. I walked over the curved path and walked over the wooden bridge. Looking back, I looked at the village under the shadow of the green hills, black and white walls, blue smoke, and dissolved into the gray sky. Looking from afar, it is as straight as a shade of ink painting!

Can not help but think of a word: lonely village sunset, light smoke old tree jackdaw, a little flying shadow. Green hills and green water, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

Maybe the winter fields are not full of spring vitality, there is no summer lush, no autumn mature, it is just cold and tolerant! However, the winter wild is not only the surface of the absurd. It has a lively fragrance! It has poetic and artistic meaning! It contains infinite vitality and Zen machine, only know when it is close to it!

A train passed through the distant fields, and Changmingzhong dragged the hurried footsteps away.

I am a guest from afar, and I am so small and lonely when I face a vast field! Rather than being alone, it is better to say that there is a sad sigh in the bottom of my heart!

I want to cry, I will cry! But after everything is blown out by the wind, I will meditate!

Walking through the winter fields, I will bring back its deep emotions and will be awake in its broad mind! Winter may be cold, but who can say that this cold will be eternal? The short cold just makes me more aware of how to choose and master!

How many seeds buried in the soil want to grow? How many hibernations are waiting for the awakening? I am more attached to this winter field, I will use the heat of life to make it fill and continue!

In the winter, my heart will be a field that will never be exhausted!

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