1, in this cold weather, you can see the fear of wind, a row of tall cypress. There were green shadows flashing on both sides of the campus corridor. In the cold winter, the cypress is still so rich and green.
2, there is little snow in the southern winter, even if the snow is just a thin layer. Not only can make a snowman, snowball fights. And the winter was cold, the clothes were too much and the activity was inconvenient, so they had to sit by the fire and sleep. So, in my impression, winter is more boring.
3, after a few days, the weather was colder. The water has become a feather like snow, falling to the earth. It is this snow that makes winter more interesting and makes winter a paradise for children. When you wake up, open the curtains, find the white outside, you will be excited. Some students find an open place, snowball, snowman, very happy. Or take a few grains of millet, a basin, a small club, a line, catch a few birds, of course, is also very happy! Maybe it's also a reason why I like winter.
4, the cold wind, like tens of thousands of steel cones, straight into the seam of my bone, frozen to shiver.
5, the sunset lazily climbed the white and smooth skin; according to the warm in this quiet of the earth, the sky clouds drifting away, like in the following companion steps; temperature blue jade like water flowing slowly, the sidelong tail boat, there are a few indistinct moonlight in the shining, perhaps too lonely scenery, the mood will sing songs accompanied by the lake, to bring me to the remembrance of the past years, with grief, but when I turned to leave, to see the other side of the mountain, the sun rises again is where ah, maybe tomorrow the spring will come!
6, with the winter snow comes, the street is like silver cast, so bright, so bright, long icicles like crystal daggers hung under the eaves, pedestrian breathing has turned into a unit of white smoke.
7, in winter, the cold north wind, gray clouds in the sky in the Pentium gallop, cold rolling, brewing a heavy snow.
In 8, he left for a while, from the clouds of steam spray mouth, nostrils and condensed by a layer of cream flowers, frozen in the hat around, like a silver helmet on his face red with cold.
9, I like to stay quiet in a place where I can see snow. I enjoy watching snowflakes dancing all over the sky, and then I am just like an angel throwing a silver carpet from the sky. When the snow, I love the most to high places to see snow, snow in the sun shine, shine light silver white earth, though a bit cold, but all the way to hear the children happy laughter, the children that innocent smile is not anywhere to, it will not have betrayed, some only, unity, smile, wisdom, and children can communicate well with.
10, the coldest days, thousands of miles of ice. The whole world became a big refrigerator, the mountain was cold and shivering, the river was frozen stiff, and the air seemed to be solidifying.
11, the winter comes! Wind whistling, like a ruthless whip indiscriminately indiscriminately pumping. The bare branches is blown up and down swing, left a few leaves not much wind up in the air in turn son, then ruthlessly thrown on the ground, let the wind play, and helpless. The wind roared, and every place, there would be &ldquo, ” The snow kept under the ground in a layer of ice, people are wary of taking in the above, you can still be a few people work impatient dumped on a slip.
12, the snow on the mountain was blown by the wind, as if it were to cover the small room near the mountain. The tree to howl, snow covered by small room down. A large tree with a crooked side of the mountain is folded down. The fear of all the voices on garrulously, back to the horizon to the!
13, how can this moving snowflake not move my heart? I don't get out of my hand. The snow is so naughty, I want to use the hand to catch it, it is from my fingers away, when I inadvertently, but all falling on my hand, cool cool feeling! I exhaled a hot air, and the snowflakes became crystal small pearls. I also want to look like one little snow, to float away.
14, the winter is like this: both the rough appearance, and the inner show. It seems to tell us that life in the world, only through a severe test, will get the best things.
15, in the winter, the cold, freezing my Bisuan headache, feet like two pieces of ice.
16, another year in the winter, a field of wind and we encounter. Many people do not like the windy days in winter, especially in the south, often feel that it is too violent and is too impersonal. But I'm not. I love the sound of the wind the wind rapidly, more love, winter atmosphere, and in the winter of usher in the new year.
17, the sky has just finished the snow, the ice on the ground began to develop. The snow on the ground, with the northwest wind blows, “ ” on the ground, everywhere on the street covered with a thick layer of ice, which houses four corners hanging on a string of &ldquo ice downpipe; ”. Early in the morning, some people had climbed out of bed and started tinkling ice, but when it is exercise. In fact, they don't have to pay attention to them. They are the symbols of winter. See every family hung on the eaves on &ldquo in the distance; silver ” or not? Several “ snow lotus ” isn't it beautiful?
18, I love winter, not because of its beauty, because any beauty is not necessarily forever, I love winter, like a flower briefly as the broad-leaved epiphyllum; not because it is white, because any white is not necessarily perfect, just like a white wall. I like winter because I know that as long as winter comes, spring is not far away. As long as you stick to it in the coldest time, you can see the flowers bloom in the spring. So, ask your classmates to believe it. As long as winter comes, spring is not far away!
19, with the number of &rdquo “ 99 song;, accompanied by “ eight or nine to 99 River, Yan ” language, winter and winter gradually away from us, at the same time, I also look forward to the next winter in Beijing and the north wind, because of its rapid and sound. Unusual smell.
20, the green pine stand in the white snow, with the cold northwest wind, swayed, a shrill whistling, like in the winter to scorn.
21, the wind is getting bigger and bigger. The flower Yun became a piece of white cloud, slowly rise up, expand, gradually covered the sky. The snow is coming down. Suddenly, big snow to fall. The wind whining, the snowstorm came. In a moment, dark sky with snow became a hit, everything is out of sight.
22, send me a quiet winter, leave a little space for me to be full of fantasy. I wandered alone, looking back at the present and the past time, and sniffing the tempting fragrance of the future. The snow fluttering and sprinkling to the earth. The snow shining brilliantly, and shapes, like lotus, like catkins, like a pear, gently ying. The sudden snow faster, from the dark sky quickly fell to the ground, to soar across the endless solitary line, the wind rotation, dancing, like a drop from the clouds of the catkins, a time filled the sky.
23, “ &mdash — call call; — — ”, the wind whistling, the tree swaying in the wind, a branch like a whip in the air whipping dance.
24, like the winter in Hainan, and also like the charm of Hainan in winter. See the sun in the winter, the winter night in; see the moonlight. Listen to the cold breeze in the treetops, almost singing light sound, and Knitted Winter xianlv. I asked myself, the falling leaves, will no longer be the last once in my life as a warm flame of the roost course?
25, the tree branches sloshing in the cold, just like a bony hand toward the sky.
26, the most attractive nature of the winter, the most unique, the most representative, the most lovely is still non snow. Although Tongnan is a rare snow, but the snow is still our yearning, snow white crystal, exquisitely carved and wonderful people really admire. I fantasize: how beautiful it is when a heavy snow is covered with silver and white everywhere!
27, the wind blew with cold. A bald tree, like a bald old man, can't stand the attack of the northwest wind and flicker in the cold wind.
28, when winter comes, this time the sun should be depressed and let out some light. At that time, the snowflakes in the sky should have returned to the world frequently; people at that time should have been wearing leather gloves and gloves, but all of this has changed. The rays of the sun are very glaring, and those who return occasionally, return to the heavenly realm. People are enjoying themselves very happily.
29, winter house, “ hole in the eye of a needle big bucket wind ” it poured through the broken window.
30, winter, feather like snow drifting profusely and disorderly falling down. Flutter on the ground is snow, thick and soft; the real fall is the snow, snow white, loose and soft; the tree is covered with snow, snow branches knees. The sun shines on the white snow, shine.
31, snowflakes are becoming more and more dense, scattered in the air. Six elf school filled with numerous flower like butterfly, they soundless and stirless moist everything, with a dainty wand will come up, the naughty little elves freely, happily, with air in the interpretation of a perfect dance, perhaps in the temple for a long time because of it and they seem to put the body energy is released, rendering all. Occasionally there are a few snowflakes playfully over the railing on the shelf and jump, from time to time uttered a sound crisp percussion sound, “ jingling ”, seems to create a school with vigour and vitality, however, delicate snowflakes that hexagonal, but quickly melt into water droplets, according to the attached snow washed up on the shelf, the wind gently blowing, crumbling, but still refused to let go. The melted snow water, indistinct reflects a new world.
32, Hainan winter night, full moon beauty shone with a thin layer of cream. Quiet night, the moonlight is like very cold, slanting to gentle whispers about tower. Walking down the street, walking through the long road with a dim moonlight, the night was wet, like it was going to sink.
33, the sun is the most charming in winter. Because the winter is cold, it makes people cherish this rare warmth. Sunday afternoon, walking in the street, gentle bright light on the shoulders of Hui hair, might cheer you up, the mood suddenly become comfortable and cheerful: perhaps you would mind move, feel how wonderful life is perhaps more will make you feel surprised, that winter had so intoxicating that has not been found the charm.
34, the winter came, the north wind whistled, the cold wind piercing. The bare trees, grass Yan, turned yellow, people in the cold wind straight shivering, everywhere a desolate landscape. You must say, the winter is not good at all, but I don't think so.
35, the winter comes! When winter comes, it is a sign that spring is coming. Winter is like spring rehearsal, everything is ready for what it is: the river froze, as if to the spring thaw; leaves, as if to spring to spring; animal hibernation, as if to spring &ldquo rebirth; ” … & hellip; seems to have everything ready. Except the flowers!
36, early snow, snow often is not large, not too dense, catkins wind buoyant, with the wind blowing more fierce, more and more dense snow, snow is also growing, such as woven into a white net, the husband put far what can't see. Like the curtain to the ground without stop, and return back straight. The snow covered roofs, roads, broken branches, hidden all the appearance of objects, blocking the road and traffic, snowflakes flying in the sky, heaven and earth to dissolve into the white one. If you walk on the road, you will be a living snowman in a little while.
37, in the winter of the breath, we can smell the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, Mutton Cubes Roasted on a Skewer and fried cake fragrance, as if returned to childhood, back to the past, back to the good time.
38, the snow is white and unflawed, lovely and colorful. The snow brought endless laughter to the children, and added a little warmth to the winter. I love the winter snow, love its purity, love its selflessness, it gives the most beautiful scenery to the earth.
39, the weather is cloudy, the sky is thick, low, yellow cloud. The northeast wind whining raging roar, running in the wilderness, it seems to hold a sharp sword, piercing the cloak tightly, let alone the exposed skin, it drew a knife and a knife, pain.
40, winter, there is the beauty of vulgarity. The boundless day, the vast land, all things are white. Occasionally a few red plum ornament, more unique. No matter how it shows its light and pure tone.