winter

When it comes to winter, most people naturally think of her cold, a desolate world, seems to be ruthless. However, today I want to praise the noble character of winter.

In winter, she is a symbol of holiness. When ice and snow enter the threshold of winter, the whole world is condensed in the north. There is a thick layer of ice on the lake and the river. The houses and pavilions are silent in the snow. The mounds and the fields are intoxicated in the silver light. "The mountain dance silver snake, the original wax wax." Such as the light moon, the branches are like pear blossoms, the "willows" are swimming in the air, the dreamy "angel feathers" descend from the sky, the whole world has stepped into the snow country, and they are all drunk. "The red dress is wrapped up, and it is extraordinarily enchanting."

Winter, a dedicated, nanny, you use one of your own hands - snow, cover the green oasis with a thick layer of quilts to give them warmth and care. In the hibernation of the earth, I am quietly looking forward to the arrival of spring, and some insects are scrambling to get into the soil. Or hide in the woods, recharge your batteries and wait for the excitement of the New Year. Winter - You use the other hand - the cold wind, to kill the pests that have ruined the crops, and to drive those beasts to the mountains. In this way, you are a very nanny who is passionate about your friends and a cruel and ruthless enemy.

Winter, I want to praise you, more importantly because: You still feed the cradle of spring. "Winter is coming, can spring be far behind?" In the winter, thoughts are purified, the will is strengthened, and everything is rushing to the earth. A life-giving machine, full of thousands of red, thousands of states, as if the flower buds with sputum suddenly bloom. In winter, you are pregnant with spring and not living in power. You are willing to let the body of the ice and jade be turned into a spring water, and the canal is generously watered to the earth, and when it is full of praises for the New Year, you quietly retreat, by those The demon young and tender chrysanthemum sucks, you don't take credit, just like the ancients often said: "Retain Dan's heart and sweat."

Winter, I praise you and respect you. Winter, let's go! I am attached to you; come on! I greet you, like your pure body, your strict character, I want to exercise and struggle in your arms...

The second day of the fourth time: Tang Yi