Winter in my eyes

Winter in my eyes

What season is winter in your eyes? I do not know. But I know what winter is in my eyes.

The winter in my eyes is beautiful and solemn. It is like a noble, reserved princess, waving her magical magic wand, sending people a burst of gentle and gentle wind. A heavy snow made the whole world a world of powder makeup. The roofs of the households are covered with crystal clear snowflakes. The branches of the small trees are covered with furry and sparkling silver bars, while the pines and cypresses are full of heavy, fluffy snowballs. On the thick ice. The sun after the snow is particularly bright and dazzling, and the stabbing people can't open their eyes, but they are particularly looking forward to this moment.

The winter in my eyes is cold and ruthless. It whipped up the cold wind of the gangsters, slamming the earth like a whip; the lion-like roar to people, making the scalp numb. You listen, "call - call - call", the wind is like the roaring Yellow River, thrilling, twisting the branches, and then let them fly like a devil, let them block the way of pedestrians, then, a sense of fear Not attacked.

The winter in my eyes is full of laughter and laughter. You see, the children saw this thick, soft, white snow, filled with joy, and greeted each other, and ran out to play. Some of them snowball fights, and there was a happy scream from time to time; some snowmen were busy and busy, some were happy; some ran in the snow, and the shoes were deeply stuck in the snow. With a light pull, the sweet "slack----" sound can be heard... Hey, what is this sound? Ha, the children slammed an ice slam and smacked it. The adults watched the funny TV at home, watching the children sing at the window, and some ran downstairs to play with the children happily. The crisp and pleasant laughter spread all the way to ten miles away.

The winter in my eyes is wonderful because there is a happy day in winter and our traditional festival - the Spring Festival! Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, looking forward to three hundred and sixty-five days, finally hoped for this festive festival! When the Spring Festival is a reunion of relatives, you can see distant relatives you have long missed. Everyone has a smile on their faces, even if they just chat, talk about the heart, and have great joy in their hearts. They are happy to have sweet juice. In these few days, you can play games as much as you like, set off firecrackers and eat good things... It’s a blessing!

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This is the winter in my eyes. What about you? Presumably, it’s almost the same! Ha ha.

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