Winter in Hainan

When the open and clear north wind blew, watching the confetti flying on the street, flying in the wind, faintly felt that the winter in Hainan came. In the winter of Hainan, there is no powdery figure of Xuerouman, and there is not too much sloppy branching and criss-crossing.

The bright sun in winter is a gold medal awarded to Hainan. In the morning, a few clouds in the sky swam over, the bright sun shines through the clouds, and the soft and long light column sees the joy of life and the sorrow of fog. The morning breeze blew and sent clean and cool. The faint morning scene means eternal comfort. Seeing the mountain from far away, the mountain is illuminated by the rising sun, and the outline of the mountain outlines the softness and slowness of perseverance, revealing the tranquility and solemnity of the ancient. If the back of the bow is low, the low mountains are waiting in the seasons. Even if the spring rain is lost, the people are no longer looking up, and they don’t have to beg for the bright red under the sun.

At night, Hainan's full-fledged winter sun shines on the earth and sprinkles a thin layer of frost. On a quiet winter night, the moonlight looks very cold, slantingly whispering to the tower. Strolling through the streets, walking through the long roads in the moonlight, the night is wet, like sinking.

The night is getting quieter. With the turbulence of the night wind, the flying leaves are not rushing in the summer, but they are warm, but they are attributed to a kind of cleanliness and innocence, adding to the thickness of the night. The street lights on the streets were dark, and the bright moon in the sky sent silver soft light to smooth out all the pits on the ground. In the shade of the sidewalk, the swaying light and shadow hangs down gently, like a beautiful feather, gently picking up the heart. Occasionally, the leaves of the three heads and two large leafhoppers fall leisurely on the mottled brick road, flying over the head, blending with the fine moonlight under the canopy screen, from the silent night light, unexpectedly issued "sand, sand... …"the sound of.

When I really stood in the winter night, I looked at myself seriously, and unexpectedly felt that the heart of freedom was inspired by the slightness of the leaves. The warmth of love given to the winter is the deep embrace of her, and the resurgence of spring. The reincarnation of life in winter is the quality that she tells people that peace is also a good life. The pale, lonely, hard winter smolders the new feelings of emotion.

I like the winter in Hainan and I like the charm of Hainan winter. Look at the sun in the winter, the rubber garden; look at the night in the winter, moonlight. Listen to the cold breeze, the sound of the humming on the treetops, weaving the string of winter. I am asking myself, the leaves that fall with the wind, will no longer be the fenfi in the last year that has been in the heat of my life.

One in the first day: Qian