The Soul of Winter Prose

It's a pity that there is no snow in winter. Maybe it's made of powder and jade that makes people feel that this is the elegant demeanour that winter should have. Snow is the soul of winter!

Since the beginning of winter, the daily temperature seems to keep a constant rhythm. The warm sun rises and falls in the west happily, and occasionally a small westerly wind comes slightly to perform his winter duties. It seems so lazy. The only thing that can show his power is the dead leaves falling all over the floor. At this time, a message is that winter is coming! However, when the dead leaves are gone, the world is quiet again, and people enjoy the warmth like early spring. It seems that the festival has really slipped through the cold winter and turned to the warm spring.

In the winter of the Sino-Japanese War, people really lived peacefully and quietly. But for a long time, I always feel that something is missing in the winter music, and there is something wrong in people's bones. Maybe it's longing for the taste of winter, just like the taste of wine.

oh, yes! People are eager for the arrival of the snow elf, the soul of winter, and we feel that we are satisfied this winter when we walk in the world where snowflakes are flying. I like to listen to the sound of falling snow, like to listen to the sound of stepping on snow, like to smell the snow deeply, like to hold snow in my hand and feel the cold stimulation, like to roll around in the snow when no one is around, …… Maybe everyone likes it differently, but the happiness brought by enjoying snow in winter is the same!

It's not nearly the end of the year and the beginning of the year. It snowed twice, and people's joy can be seen from the poems and songs written by literati for the snow.

The snow came quietly and smartly, like rice particles, but in a short time, the earth was covered with white, and people's excitement and ecstasy like a long drought in the streets and alleys could be heard: "It's snowing, it's snowing!" These short words convey the sudden joy of longing for snow for a long time. The children ran out one after another, slapping and laughing in the snow; Couples also walked out of the house in the snow, playing romance in the snow; Photography lovers are even more busy, stopping to shoot from time to time, to keep this winter's snow soul eternal ... What's more interesting is that when the lights are on at night, the main roads of the city, cars with lights on, move slowly like turtles, which is spectacular. The lights and snow colors complement each other, and the whole city is as bright as day. Outside the countryside, it is more empty, and the world is more distinct. Sparrows fly from time to time, and Western jackdaw flies by from time to time. A rural ink painting with snow as the background naturally appears, which is beautiful!

It is snow that brings liveliness to winter, charm to nature, reverie to poets, hope to farmers and vitality to children ... Winter without snow is really tasteless, and there is no regret this winter. Snow-the soul of winter! Winter Soul Prose 2

In the blink of an eye, the pace of 2xx is already in a hurry. Looking back, it was hard all the way, fragrance all the way. But the wind at the end of this year seems to blow 2xx's cheeks into wrinkles, as if to blow my thoughts into the cold mountains and rivers, as if to blow poems into the wilderness, as if to blow people's hearts into cold and helpless ... There are too many things to kill at this time: colorful spring, passionate summer and mature autumn.

originally, the cold wind roared and the winter rain was sharp. On the smooth cement road, there were few signs of pedestrians, so I rode my bike into the drizzle. If nothing else, I just wanted to go back to my hometown. Fortunately, the rain knows what I mean. I will rest after a while, and I may be afraid of getting wet in my thick cotton-padded clothes. In the jstars courtyard, in a trance, I seemed to see the ice coffin again, and saw my father sleeping peacefully in the ice coffin ... Tears fell instantly. Wet my body and my heart! For a time, many clear pictures were replayed in my mind like movies: the whole family went out, went to the beautiful Bali River, Yuntai Mountain, Suzhou Garden, Xizi Lake, the "first water town paradise" Jinxi, and even the quarrel and reprimand became so warm! However, it's not that I don't understand, but that I have had too many profound experiences.

Although it has been three years, what is branded in my heart are the bitter and sad memories of crying, laughing and crying!

As the days go on, I gradually learn to be strong and brave, and learn to face and bear.

I have an appointment with the sun this weekend.

Sure enough, the sun is very particular, and just entering the heaven, it is slightly charming! The air is like washing, and there are not even clouds and flowers. If there is no cold wind raging, I thought it was the breath of spring. By warming up at noon, I took my children to Xincheng Square to breathe the cold in winter.

In one corner of the square, under the not-so-plump buttonwood, there are a few yellow leaves lying sporadically. Pedestrians don't care about their existence, and some of them float to the Four Seasons, shivering slightly under the north wind. I don't know whether it is thanks to the branches or attachment to the yellow land. "Mom, why are you so focused on fallen leaves? They know that winter is coming and want to return to the warm embrace of Mother Earth. Oh! My daughter's words reminded me for a moment ... remorse? I can't say, because I don't have Matsushita's hand! Several children happily sent octopus kites into the blue sky, which looked good against the sunshine! Children's chasing after each other seems to be "racing" with octopus. Octopus flies higher and farther, but the tail line is firmly bound to the spindle in the child's hand.

oh! How can the earth lose its vitality in such a cold winter? !

that ray of sunshine planted on the roof, through the gap between trees, seems to have been cut into the vicissitudes of time.

I know that words that can't be reviewed can't be copied. In this world, there are too many joys and sorrows, ups and downs, tragic changes, too many touches, and all of them become numb with the world. Gradually, I have become accustomed to watching the world coldly. It turns out that time is a ruthless carving knife, and those memories have gradually drifted away!

occasionally, I look at myself slowly, only to find that life has gradually worn away the edges and corners of my body and soothed the wound that has slowly scabbed. Suddenly I found that I had secretly forgotten the sadness I could not forget at the beginning, quietly endured the pain I could not bear in the past, and silently got used to the life I could not get used to before.

tearing off the calendar, 2xx is about to become a thing of the past. In a trance, everything seems to be yesterday. At the end of this year, it can't reach the lush spring in the coming year ... The kiss of snow in the Soul of Winter Prose 3

kisses the black and white totem in the vast expanse ... The kiss without heat, which is stuck in the mouth, turns into the snow fog in the high air, and seems to engulf all the cold of the earth and replace it with pure white to show the world the passion and romance of winter.

In it, I seem to see a galloping horse, its neighing, its tail wagging powerfully. Yes, snow is a fine horse running in winter, and it will step on every corner of the earth.

however, when it falls and lies quietly on the earth, it is no longer a fine horse, but countless stars that have fallen into the world. They lie on the white hills, pile up and press branches on the dark Chinese fir, and shine with stars on both sides of the river bed. Glittering your eyes makes people suspect that it is showing off rather than being nice.

The way to be nice is to step on it. The creaking sound is the note of the snow. When that note reaches your heart from your toes, it is undoubtedly the most wonderful music of nature. At this time, you will feel that such a piece of music not only pleases you, but also pleases a yellow rabbit hidden behind a bush or a small squirrel with a long tail on a tree. They suddenly jump from one direction to another, not knowing whether to say hello to you or to the snow.

don't get me wrong, you usually think that snow falls on mountains and rivers, which is a kindness to mountains and rivers, and snow holding green branches is a deep love for trees. You usually think that snow turns into water, which will flow away with the water. Snow moistens the earth and it will never return. Oh, no, it's not. Snow embraces winter and kisses winter. It loves mountains and rivers, trees, streams and the vast land in winter. Then everything is winter's child.

you still don't believe it? Then look, when winter is gone, you will never find the shadow of snow again. .....