Lyric Prose in Winter 1

In 2xx, the first snow came, and it was snowing heavily. Finally, there was the chill of winter, white snowflakes flying all over the sky, and everything seemed to condense, and it was this winter that made everything quiet again. Nature teaches us to sow in spring, work in summer and harvest in autumn, and winter is the season that nature leaves us to rest. People who have worked for a year are reunited and celebrated in this season, and festivals come one after another, and joy and peace hang on people's faces!

The winter of 2xx is still relatively warm, and there is no extremely cold weather as recorded in The Day After Tomorrow, which makes us feel that 2xx is far away from us! But the scene described in the movie really makes us unforgettable. I hope that scene will never come. All the experiences in life are precious. Sometimes you will be passionate, and sometimes you will be desperate. But when you open your eyes, you can still see the sunlight or feel the falling snow. You have to be grateful for the beauty of life!

In today's E-era, the so-called reality and network have been intertwined. Spring sowing, fanatical May and lost autumn are far away, and winter is the day of hibernation!

Life is short, but it is long. You can keep digging and creating like summer to keep it burning. You can also guard it quietly as in winter and let it flow like a stream. Which state of life is more beautiful? Nature is providing you with countless choices and making it change countless times!

In this complicated era, it is a luxury to feel the beauty of life quietly. In today's era, people are constantly running around for survival and struggling for their ideals. Humans keep thinking about themselves, and what forces make people get rid of the nature of animals and create wonderful human civilization. However, the rapid change and development of human civilization has slowly revealed the natural nature of natural selection.

With the progress of the times, China is changing with each passing day. Today's China is formed when tradition and modernity, antiquity and future constantly collide. The material is infinitely full and the spirit is unprecedentedly liberated, but the imperfection of human nature and system makes people lose themselves in this wonderful world and gradually lose themselves! In this quiet winter, we should stop rushing and feel the masterpieces of nature quietly. Find the lost pure heart and realize that man and nature are one, then we will realize the harmony and happiness of life more! Lyric Prose in Winter 2

I bought a pink pleated scarf and wrapped it around my neck, which was soft. After beginning of winter, the weather became colder and colder, and the fields and houses gradually turned pale yellow. My touch of pink light flashed in the sunset, accompanied by swishing footsteps. Snow grains are floating shyly, hiding aimlessly in Tibet, dancing with silver dots in the field of vision, and they are cool and comfortable when they pass over their cheeks.

At this time last year, I was wandering in the south of the Yangtze River, with willows and peach blossoms, and the drizzle of cows' hair and swallows whispering, and the swaying words fell to the ground in my dream, which made me twist my nose and frown, puzzled and confused. Those places are like spring all the year round, the sky is often gray, the clouds are lingering, the pale sunshine is plastered, and the heart is always lost. Looking at the winding ancient road, the lonely thin horse in the west wind, the small bridge flowing water, the sunset, the heartbroken people in the end of the world. Toes swish into the beach, and the warmth of Gulangyu makes me stretch my fingertips and tremble to raise my desire to go home. The plane passed the Shandong Peninsula, and the gap between the mountains was already white. The wind rolled up snow and fog, and clouds filled the outline of the city. A few hours later, I wrapped my headscarf tightly, shrank my shoulders and walked hard against the snow. Squinting my eyes, daydreaming that I tore off seven petals, recited a spell, suddenly emerged from the deep green, plunged into the winter, took big steps, and felt the cold and freshness with a cheerful heart beating. This is the crystal dream of northern China.

the original meaning of winter is the year-end day. In Oracle Bone Inscriptions, its intention is to fold a rope, and the two ends are knotted to indicate the end. Throughout the year, the more cold and cruel the natural environment in winter, the more people can be aroused. People in the fifties and sixties worked hard in winter, fighting against the sky and the ground, and the crowd was passionate. Grass-green striped cotton-padded jacket and trousers, with helmets buckled on cotton hats, shuttled through the mud from the drilling field, eyebrows and beards hung with frost, and waves of shouts saved up the compaction of black land. The wok for cooking is as big as a millstone, and the shiny shovel bumps the white bread, and the snowflakes take the opportunity to move and surge on the traces of burning. In the distance, there is a wasteland, with sparse vegetation, khaki, and a few reeds swaying in the line of sight. Further on, ten miles to the ground, it is the ice surface of the wetland. There are thirty or fifty people, dog skin sleeves and shoes. The pickaxe is raised high, and the buttocks are far away. The mud blocks creak from time to time and are turned up. Several people carry them and put them on rubber wheeled wooden carts. People are horses, people are driving shafts, and even As a result, the stalk of the corn was broken, the ridge of the earth dam cracked, the tiles on the roof suddenly fell and broke into slag, and the lips were dry and gaped, and blood dripped in the setting sun.

In winter, it's a quiet, well-covered earthen house, and a few girls sit cross-legged on the kang, simple and honest and relaxed, whispering about their homeliness. My husband's family had a bride price, and they were optimistic about the day. The dark-skinned woman with a careless face and a loud voice giggled when she saw me. Xiaolan bowed her head, blushed and became louder and louder, and suddenly burst into laughter in the room. Sure enough, it's only been two days since Laba, and the fields and Woods are finally jubilant in the sound of magpies, and the stars are still shining, and the sky at dawn is blue and blue. Four horses' rubber wheeled carts lined up with girls to see them off. Five-colored headscarves were tied on their chins, and velvet ears floated leisurely, like clusters of leaves growing in winter. Xiaolan was surrounded in the middle like flowers, secretly thinking shyly. The groom, Da Zhuang, is wandering at the head of the village, surrounded by people and looking anxiously. He opened his mouth and exhaled, and an air stream instantly turned white, rising and disappearing into the air. A touch of golden light shook on the tip of the old elm tree in the east, and the gray net-like branch fence extended to the high distance, but it could not be stopped, and the sun suddenly jumped out. Then, crack, crack, crack ... Big Zhuang shouldered Xiaolan, which was as cold as a carrot, and entered the bridal chamber amid laughter, and another morning began in winter.

Push the door, creak, creak, whose rooster is muffled and squeals in the henhouse. Oh, oh, oh ... In my imagination, winter is a fat sister-in-law with quivering flesh, and several ducks with flowers and hemp are squirming away from the fence to the door. The fat sister-in-law has a windy step, and her rough hands are carrying wicker dustpans, which are full of pod shells. When the sun fluttered in the sky with sleepy eyes, Mrs. Fat jumped out of the village happily. Snow covered the fields, treetops and running sight, and the light slipped away, covering the Nanwazi in Beitun, the big pigsty in the west and the pie of the Lanhe River in the east. Fat sister-in-law passed the lavender dusk, and those slightly trembling, glittering and translucent halos were connected into pieces, chaotic, like blood, like bulging muscles, and suddenly, flesh and blood were connected and became the figure of fat sister-in-law.

There are four seasons in life. Winter should be the most difficult and cruel moment. Perhaps, you can also feel the moment of happiness from it? Otherwise, grit your teeth and get through it is spring flowers. There is really nothing to say. Only when the four seasons change in this way can they be colorful, bittersweet and bitter, and rich and meaningful after a long journey. Lyric Prose in Winter 3

Students, do you know what color winter is? You will definitely answer with one voice that it is white! Then you are all wet. Winter is not necessarily white, but it should be colored. Come and have a look!

Take a walk in the park in winter and have a look. You will be surprised to find that the ground is covered with leaves, yellow, green and red ... these are probably autumn leaves! Maybe Grandpa Dong hasn't had time to put them in his big pocket! Isn't the color of winter red, yellow and green? Don't worry, the colors in winter are not so monotonous, there are other beautiful colors!

There are some stout branches above the fallen leaves. These branches are winding and have different shapes, and the dark brown skin is naked without reservation. Some are like tigers catching prey, and some are like eagles spreading their wings ...

There are countless fruits and vegetables in the vegetable market. There are a big watermelon inlaid in black and green, some green figs, some golden pears and some red apples. There are many colorful vegetables, including Huang Chengcheng bean sprouts, purple eggplant and many, many ... Here people can sell in full swing, and everyone has a beaming smile on his face. It's like summer here, which makes people feel warm.

The most beautiful color in winter is white. When I get up in the morning, I open the curtains, and what I see is a piece of white clothes. The outside world seems to be much cleaner at once. The trees are covered with silver bars, and the vast land is silvery white. That fluffy, shiny snowflake is shining with fine light. Red plum, pine and snow blend together to form a white snow picture.

do you think winter is colorful? Students, open your eyes and look for more gorgeous colors! Lyric Prose in Winter 4

The afternoon sun is a little shriveled, with a little pity for the temperature, and it seems to be afraid of the breeze.

a tree, just like this one, is of course lonely, with several leaves hanging helplessly, and an ideal clearing is set up, which is also a different kind of life.

The tricycle stopped beside it, and it was paved with worn-out cardboard or other materials, so there were 7788 people who knew or didn't know each other, forming a fan shape, and there was no noise at all.

the sunshine, no one to block or cover, let the precious sunshine shine directly on the face. The rings of the years are portrayed more clearly by smiles, and they are kindly distributed on everyone, whether sitting or standing, enjoying them quietly.

the breeze, but it doesn't seem arrogant.

"hey!"

The soft breath and the action of grasping those hands immediately turned out to be one go, which didn't give people much response.

but at this time, a kind of warmth is spreading rapidly around.

The trembling hands seem to shake off the calluses on their hands and the sufferings they have suffered; It is also shaking, shaking up that distant memory, which is a sweet memory harvested in a bitter life.

There is no flash in infatuated eyes. Only nostalgia can keep the other person in my heart. Only nostalgia can often emerge in the following time; Only nostalgia can make a little regret in the last time.

warmth

not only warms the whole winter, but also warms the whole winter afterwards. In winter, the feeling is warm and people are warmer.

it's nice to be warm in winter. Lyric Prose in Winter 5

Throughout the year, the countryside is the cleanest only in winter, and there are few pedestrians in the street.

probably because of the bumper harvest, families are hiding in the house and having fun, right? Look at the hoarded grain, all kinds of yellow and green vegetables, and the money that rattles when counting in your hand ..... You think, who is still wandering in the street at the moment?

In winter, the smoke from cooking in the countryside comes out later than usual. Since all the crops in the field have been moved to our home, we have changed the habit of getting up early, delayed eating a lot, and even changed to two meals a day. The cold wind whistled outside the window, but the room was warm-the flame of the heater was high, and the temperature in the room could rise without rubbing? At this time, people drill lentils in the house, or watch TV as a family, or neighbors come to visit for a while and make tea and water.

At this time, snow usually falls, covering the bald yellow Yuan Ye with thick cotton wool. "Ruixue bodes well for a good year," farmers love to say. It's just that there are fewer and fewer people farming now, and the younger ones have all gone to the city to "find gold". Some old people and women left behind have not been abandoned by the fields. This year, the rain in the sky was so scary that there was a good moisture content, so the crops soared assiduously, and the ears were naturally big and full, so that there was a bumper harvest year. Someone said: "Eat your own food and vegetables, don't worry!" But who can eat clearly? At this time, the children who went out to "seek gold" have come back one after another, and the Spring Festival is coming soon. No one wants to be a "lonely ghost" outside, and they will go out again next spring anyway.

winter in the countryside is a long time, which can make people who are used to working at ordinary times itch. However, it's no use worrying. The ground is covered with snow outside, and the soil is deeply frozen. If you want to sow, you have to wait until the hard soil is soft. In this way, your anxiety will have to be suppressed. Except for eating and drinking, only one person is free. If you don't recruit people to play, or play cards ... Otherwise, you're really in a panic.

In winter in the countryside, birds in the sky are also scarce. I wonder if the lives of these little creatures have been arranged? But those dark crows, like forgetting to hoard food, are flying around in the woods near the village ..... There is no food to enjoy in the fields, and these poor guys call them miserable. "People who have no long-term worries must have near worries." It's so appropriate to put it on animals!

It snowed again, and the cold wind blew up, and the whole village was shrouded in white again. The solar term has changed from the winter solstice to the slight cold, and then to the great cold. In short, it is a "cold". Next, it is to continue to eat, drink and play-it is going to be the New Year! Eating, drinking and playing have become the theme of life. In the first month, almost all relatives of no family come to see their elders, and they are also busy with their peers. The smell of food on the dining table, the sweetness in the glass, and the laughter that broke out when people gathered together spread outside through the window glass, and then drifted into the sky with the wind-ok! The winter in this country is tainted by waves of incense.

"The snow is hard to find, but the smell and fragrance gather together." That is to say, the delicious food, wine and meat attracted crows and birds looking for food outside. It can be seen that in this winter in the countryside, people have become more particular about eating and drinking because of their ample time, which seems to compensate for the daily deficit. Winter lyric prose 6

says that winter is a season suitable for meditation, and although the color is monotonous, it is pure and indifferent; Although the river has been frozen, but under the thick ice, it is still the hope and persistence of rolling forward, and it has been exploring the sea for a moment. In the cold winter, without the noise of birds, everything on the earth seems to be stagnant and slow. In people's feelings, winter is really boring without the richness of spring, the enthusiasm of summer and the enrichment of autumn. In fact, spring, summer, autumn and winter, cycle after cycle, this is the inevitable transformation, this is a complete reincarnation, but also the prelude to the next reincarnation!

There are snowy days in winter in the north, and patches of snow will make you dull.