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It doesn't snow in winter.

1. How to describe that winter without snow is not just snow? You can write like this: "... I long for the freshness of winter." Speaking of winter, maybe we will think of the north wind whistling and endless cold nights; Will think of freezing cold and heavy snow; I think life is dying and everything is exhausted ... However, winter is more than silence and death. In that cold winter, there are still some things that can awaken our memories and leave us a fresh winter. Trees are the skin, face and skeleton of the winter world, and they are silent and powerful, just like the square characters written by Liu Gongquan ... In winter, people cover their faces and animals hide in the east. Only trees, deciduous or not.

2. The best part of this sentence describing a snow-free winter is that it will snow a little. You see, the dwarf pine on the mountain is getting darker and darker, and there is a bun of white flowers on the top of the tree, like the wife of a Japanese wet nurse. The top of the mountain is all white, and there is a silver edge on the blue sky. On the hillside, there is thick snow in some places and grass color in some places. In this way, one is white, the other is dark yellow, and the mountain is covered with a floral dress with water patterns; Looking at it, this floral dress seems to be blown by the wind, which makes you want to see more beautiful goatskin. As the sun sets, the yellowish sunshine is obliquely sprinkled on the mountainside, and Bo Xue seems to be suddenly shy and slightly red. It's just a light snow. Jinan can't stand the heavy snow. Those hills are too delicate.

Winter is coming, the cold current is coming, the goose feather-like snow is flying all over the sky, and the whole world is covered with a white coat.

Send away the autumn when the grain is abundant, and the snowy winter finally comes.

It snowed, flakes of snow fell from the sky, and soon the ground, trees and roofs turned white.

It's warm in spring, warm in summer and quiet in autumn. What about winter?

It was just dawn, and I was walking on my way to school with my schoolbag on my back. The boundary between heaven and earth is so hazy: the mountains are white, the sky is white, and white fog is floating on the water. I wanted to touch this strange fog, but it ran around like a naughty child for a while. ...

The cold wind roared, with its thick fingers, arrogantly scratching the hair of pedestrians and stabbing their skin like needles. Pedestrians have no choice but to fasten their winter clothes tightly, put their hands in their pockets, shrink their necks and act quickly. However, the pines and cypresses on both sides of the road are standing in full spirit, proudly facing the wind, frost, rain and snow, inspiring people to move forward bravely.

Shops in the street opened one after another. I can't enjoy the dazzling array of goods and mouth-watering food, so I can speed up my pace and go to school to find a winter morning.

The sun has risen, and the gray fog seems to be rolling. I vaguely see the heads on the playground: one, two, three ... The playground is getting more and more lively. Look, here comes an old teacher and several young pioneers are saluting him. The old teacher nodded and smiled. ...

There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, with heavy snow, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and comfortable feeling. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.

The snow at dusk, deeply cut, seems to be inextricably linked with emotions. It is as turbulent as sea water and can drown everything, with a sense of nudity like uncovering the head and tail. Snowflakes are various and crystal clear, like soldiers going to war, covered with silver armor, and like pieces of sailing. ...

The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is only one piece of silver between heaven and earth, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.

The world after the snow is decorated with continuous snow, which is a gratifying scene of abundant snow in the year.

I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although it is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

As soon as autumn is over, winter will come. Winter is the coldest season among the four seasons.

Winter has not arrived yet, but it is already cold. The trees swayed in the wind, and the lowest temperature dropped below zero. At night, I slept in bed and heard the wind blowing outside, as if a tiger was roaring. The wind is blowing on my window, making it "bang bang", making it difficult for the old people to sleep. The noise is so loud that they can wake the sleeping people. I couldn't sleep for a long time, listening to the exam quietly.

When I get up in the morning, I go outside the house. The wind is still blowing, and there is no intention of decreasing. The wind was so strong that it almost knocked me down and I could hardly stand up. At this time, my clothes became a big fat man. Despite wearing so many clothes, the wind kept drilling on me. At this time, I saw that pedestrians on the road took out all kinds of weapons to keep out the cold.

It was already so cold before winter came. If winter really comes, I wonder how cold it will be! It may freeze people to death.

I always feel bored at home alone, so I go out for a walk with my grandmother.

3. The sentence about snow in winter is so beautiful in winter. The sunshine in winter is warm and kind. He gently held the snow in his arms and it shed tears of happiness.

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When it began to snow, it was accompanied by light rain. Soon, I saw goose feather-like snowflakes falling from the sky with dense clouds, and soon the ground turned white. In winter nights, the mountain village is particularly quiet, only to hear snowflakes rustling and occasionally creaking, and the dead branches of trees are bent by snow.

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It's cold and there are chopsticks in the hall. Juzi unloaded in the spring has been put in the carriage. Now, I have moved it out, scrubbed it clean and replaced it with new pink paper and snow-white paper. When you lie in bed, you look tight and comfortable, as if there is an extra layer of protection in your life. The family sat together, with lovely lights.

The bed was removed and covered with straw. It was a sunny day to wash and dry books. The curtains of Xiabu are hung in the yard, and summer is far away. Straw is packed in a cloth cover, which is rough and as big as a bed. Covered with straw, it is full of fragrance.

Yes, it's warm and smells of straw, which makes people feel very happy.

But it's still cold. Winter in the south is worse than that in the north, and there is no fire at home. In the evening, I took off my cotton-padded jacket, got into the cold bed, got up early and put on my cold cotton-padded jacket and trousers. The weather is really cold.

After the winter vacation, you can sleep in. The cotton-padded clothes have been dried on the copper stove, and it is not very difficult to get up. Especially cotton shoes are so hot that they are really comfortable to wear.

Few people there have iron stoves that burn coal. General heating, copper stove, foot stove, hand stove. The footstool is made of brass and has a perforated cover. What is burned inside is coarse bran. Filled with rough chaff, the unfinished Chai Lu fire (where we burned reeds, it was called "Chai Lu") shoveled a few red ashes, and then covered it. Coarse chaff led, take a smoke, and soon, the smoke is gone, so you can cover the furnace cover. Coarse chaff can be burned slowly for a long time. Old ladies can't live without it. Every old lady has a foot stove at her feet. The coarse chaff in the footstool is too strong, the air is not enough and the firepower is getting weaker and weaker. So we should dig twice along the fireplace with a poker to loosen the rough chaff and the fire will flourish. The foot stove warms people. The feet are not cold, and the whole body is not cold. The burnt bran smells good, too. Imitating Japanese haiku, you can write a poem: "In winter, the foot stove burns chaff." Hand stoves are smaller than foot stoves, mostly made of white copper, and exquisite ones are made of silver. The furnace cover is not a round hole, but mostly a hollow pine, bamboo and plum blossom pattern. The hand stove is very small, and in the middle is a charcoal stick (coal is ground into fine powder, and a little honey is added to make a cake), which is led by a paper coal head. A piece of charcoal can be used for one day.

There are black vegetables, frozen tofu and pickles soup in winter. Black vegetables lie flat on the ground, and people in the south of the Yangtze River call them "bitter vegetables". This dish tastes a little bitter. My grandmother dug a small piece of land in the back garden and planted black vegetables. After first frost, the leaves are purple, and the taste is bitter and sweet. Black vegetables cooked with "crab oil" taste hard to compare. "Crab oil" is made by cooking big crabs, removing meat and adding lard. Put it in a bowl in the sea and solidify into crab jelly, which can be eaten for a winter and will not be bad for a long time. After tofu is frozen, I don't know why it is honeycomb. Melt, cut into small pieces and cook with fresh meat, bacon, beef, dried rice or kimchi. Put pepper and green garlic in the frozen tofu. There used to be no Chinese cabbage in the north, only "green vegetables". Chinese cabbage is shipped from Shandong, euphemistically called "soybean sprouts", which is very expensive. "Green vegetables" are as big as rape and two feet high. It is available all year round and is eaten by every household. Kimchi is pickled with green vegetables. It snows on cloudy days and drinks pickles soup.

Winter games: kicking shuttlecock, catching children and playing carefree. "Xiaoyao" means that on a square piece of white paper, two spiral paths are printed on the wood block, and the Eight Immortals, horses, rabbits, carp and shrimps are printed between the two paths. There are two of everything, arranged randomly, without order. When playing, each side takes copper coins or chess as dice and rolls dice. If the dice is five o'clock, count from "horse" and go forward five steps. If it is a rabbit, you can find another rabbit from the inner ring and bet the dice on it. The next round begins, counting from the rabbits in the inner circle. If it is six o'clock, take six steps. Maybe it's Tie Guai Li, so find another Tie Guai Li and put your money on Tie Guai Li. If you count to any map in the inner circle, look for it in the outer circle and come back. Enough points, the son can enter the finish line (the finish line is a palace-style house, I don't know whether it is the moon palace or the Longmen), even if he wins. After the second entry, there are "two" and "three". Easy Travel can be played by two people or three or four people. I don't know why it's called "Xiaoyao".

Get up early, the window paper is bright, it's snowing! Go to the backyard to fold wintersweet and Tianzhu fruit on snowy days. Bright yellow wintersweet, bright red Tianzhu fruit and white snowflake are full of business. Chimonanthus praecox blooms very long, and Tianzhu fruit is particularly durable. If put in a bottle, it can be kept for half a month.

Flour powder. A neighbor keeps a pheasant. This bicycle is not used by many people at ordinary times. In winter, it is only borrowed by 20 families nearby 10. The house is very small, except for a raft, only some sieves and reeds. Stepping on pheasants is fun. When you step on it with your foot, it squeaks and twists, and the pheasant's mouth sticks up and falls into the cockroach nest with a bang. When the rice flour is ready, you can steam the cake, make "Nian Shao Bing" (glutinous rice flour as a pedicle, wrapped in bean paste and sugar, and boiled in a pot), and rub jiaozi (that is, jiaozi). Fenzi, the Spring Festival is coming.

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4. What are the poems describing the snow-free winter?

1, "Dade Gedong"

Yuan Dynasty: Guan Hanqing

Snow fell in succession, covering the heavy door, and I couldn't help but lose my soul and thin Jiang Meiyun.

There is a village by the Qingjiang River. Who is left out in the boudoir?

What a gaunt railing man.

2. Tianjin sand in winter

Yuan Dynasty: Baipu

With a loud door painting,

Half-court crescent dusk,

Waterfront in front of snow-capped mountains.

Bamboo fence hut,

A lonely village with weak smoke and grass.

3. "Bitter cold"

Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao

All the spring is frozen and swallowed up, and I sing colder.

Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I felt covered with snow.

Bamboo poles are bitter and sweet, and I love to hold bitter festivals.

Birds sing with sadness and joy. I love to bleed.

If Pan Sheng can recite songs, his white hair will grow earlier.

4. Homesick Day and Night on the Winter Solstice in Handan

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.

5. Sometimes I will sit quietly on the windowsill and watch the snow fall slowly, and watch the snow slowly decorate the mountains and rivers into silver; Sometimes I will go out of the house, look up and feel the cool feeling of snowflakes falling on my face, reach out my hands to pick up the glittering snowflakes and watch them slowly melt in my palm.

The snow in the evening is deeply cut, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, which can drown everything and have a sense of nudity. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers who go out to war, covered with silver armor, and like pieces of sailing ... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is only one piece of silver between heaven and earth, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.

After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow. I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more.

Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

6. A good sentence describing snow in winter, a good paragraph 1. Winter is coming, and the cold current is coming. The goose feather-like snow is flying all over the sky, and the whole world is covered with a white coat.

The autumn when the crops were harvested was sent away, and the snowy winter finally arrived.

It's snowing, and pieces of snowflakes are falling from the sky. In a short time, the ground, trees and roofs turned white.

2. The snow at dusk is deeply cut, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and there is a sense of nudity like uncovering the head and tail. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...

The scenery in the snow is magnificent, there is no difference between heaven and earth, only a piece of silver can be seen, as if the whole world is wrapped in silver.

4. The world after the snow is decorated with continuous snow, full of lush foliage and jade, which is really a gratifying scene of abundant snow.

7. In which song is the phrase "It doesn't snow here in winter" [ti: It doesn't snow here in winter] [ar: Donglaidongwang] [al: Believe in dreams] [by: Learn from the wind] [t_time:(3:52)]? It doesn't snow here in winter. Singing: Donglaidongwang Lyrics: Kang Zifeng, Donglaidongwang Arranged Guitar: The night Han Jun left, I remember it was a Sunday. After a few seconds, you just say goodbye. A person's flight made me cry for days, or I comforted myself that you could hear me. You said that when I closed my eyes and opened them that day, you would have a dream of watching you knit. For a whole year, until today, I didn't want to compromise. It doesn't snow here in winter. Just like the love of beauty is incomplete, just like the oath you can never keep. It doesn't snow here in winter, so I can't wait to freeze my tears, so my memory is blurred.

8. A composition describing the scenery that doesn't snow in winter When the chilly west wind brushes the sky higher and higher, when the stranger's children look at the last flying geese in the south, when the boundless grass on the vast land is withered by swaying plants, winter has gradually deepened with light and firm steps.

The pale and warm sunshine fell on my hands. For an instant, I seemed to have a feeling of being held by hands. The touch hidden in the depths of the years has once again become a kind of perfection in this season. The fireworks in my life, which once rose and fell and faded away, instantly bloomed into colorful clouds and broke into ripples in this winter silence ... I saw all the beautiful things shining in my wishes, showing an impossibility. An indescribable depth ... I want to turn away, but the sunshine behind me is getting deeper and deeper, like a vast and surging sea, with thousands of troops rushing to infinity, spreading warmth and moisture without stint. The bare and scattered trunks and branches are full of lonely dreams, and the iron-cast thorns pierced the high sky and faint clouds, refusing all the gorgeous noise and staring proudly at this vast land.

As if the night had not shed all tears, the crystal white frost rose slowly in the sun, spreading its wings like an angel and flying to the paradise of dreams. The dancing wind is full of a wonderful smell, the smell of sunshine, from the first snowy night, blowing my clothes and soothing the feathers flying all over the sky in my heart ... Standing there quietly, I seem to have become a tree, standing on the edge of the years and feeling the cold in winter. I know that in the early winter, I contracted my soul and was no longer exiled. I stood at the crossroads of the past, packed my bags this winter and walked from one end of the season to the other, just like walking from one end of the city to the other. I believe that when the spring of life cycle comes, I will proudly stand the green branch of new life.