Winter prose

The cold wind is blowing, and the cold meaning hits the body. The end of winter is coming to people with a brisk pace, rendering its amorous feelings. The following is a famous essay about winter that I compiled for you. I hope it will help you!

A person walks quietly on the road in the country, letting the cold wind ravage his body, picking up dust and leaves, and at the same time hoping to take away the split soul.

In this quiet country, few people may stop at the scenery around them, and the so-called vows of eternal love seem within reach. In this romantic world, there is nothing to say about experiencing this passion.

I am walking quietly, walking on my own road, but I don't know where to go. I keep recalling that scene in my mind, as if I were hurting the injured soul.

A carnival country seems to have never been so quiet. I seem to have lost my soul and there is no reason to party. The faint street lamp reflected my tired figure, so I watched my shadow walk slowly until it disappeared into the depths of this road.

Whenever the sun passes through the building, the objects in the balcony will be bathed in sunshine and warm; Especially in this cold winter, I feel a kind of happiness.

I sat leisurely in a rocking chair, quietly enjoying the rising indoor temperature in the sun. Let the sun hit me at will, soft and soft, feeling like a mother's warm hand, stroking the child's head gently. All kinds of flowers and plants in front of us stand upright after the sun shines, as if secretly telling the story of last night.

On the back of the sun, there are several flower cats lying on the carefully arranged haystack, lazily basking in the sun and occasionally stretching. A flock of sparrows jumped around the haystack without fear, pecking at the seeds of hay. When someone passes by, they will fly to the branch with a bang, calm down and return to where they were just now. Occasionally, pigeons flap their wings, and groups of long and loud whistles seem to penetrate my window and ring in my ears.

At this moment, I think I can feel a kind of happiness whether I drink a cup of tea or listen to a piece of music. The sunshine wraps me, and I am immersed in the river of memories; Like a wisp of dust in the sun, it is expanding and transpiration; Like a leaf in the wind, it flutters and falls; Another example is a wisp of duckweed in the water, swaying gently and softly.

It's getting colder and colder. Suddenly I don't want to wear a cotton-padded jacket, and I always feel heavy. Wearing a thin coat, I fell in love with the cold feeling, but I still complained about the temperature.

I fell in love with a feeling and never thought about changing anything. Prosperity is exhausted, and we face the sky with the attitude of the past. Old tree, we are equally helpless. Give hope to next year! Next spring, we will listen to the music of dreams together in the sun and quietly recall that eventful past.

Long time no see, my motherland; Long time no see, my house. I wander in the desert of time, leaving you at the bottom because I don't want you to be touched. My dream has fallen asleep, leaving only memories. Let my soul rest in peace with my memories!

In the early winter, Shi Tiesheng broke away from the sick and tired body, resolutely broke away from the broken section of the time chain, returned to the free soul, and drifted away in a painless paradise.

The first snow in the city, I lay in the white world, feeling that this winter is freezing cold. In the waiting days, I like the open landing platform facing the street at the end of the ward corridor. I often stop here and look out at how the city outside the window is colored by neon. But at the moment, being surrounded by dense fog has made the whole city gloomy, leaving me alone to look around here, like a thin-footed crane, showing the appearance of loneliness. My strength has become my only reliance. Snow is quietly falling with its helplessness or expectation, and the heart is like a sunken ship, slowly falling on the vast black seabed.

The outdoor temperature is very low, and it is very tired to walk on the road of life. Finally, I have a rest. A paper diagnosis book makes me think calmly about the ultimate meaning of life and listen to the call or blame of life in the distance. Call for the beauty of life, blame me for not caring for myself.

Being with so many seriously ill patients every day, I deeply feel the struggle and hardship of life, nostalgia and helplessness. The longing for life is still revealed in the wandering eyes, and it is actually quite difficult to truly be calm and calm about death. Facing them, I missed many ideas or practices that should have been corrected in time. Living in mistakes without introspection is the biggest mistake.

Fortunately, this winter I understand that life is like a rainbow phantom, gorgeous but short. Who says this process is not precious? I know that life is so beautiful, and I will cherish everything in the future, including bitterness. Because, life is only to complete the dream of death, and to complete the brevity of life with death. This is the end and, of course, the beginning. Therefore, living in the present, apart from career and making money, half of our energy is devoted to managing health. The only wealth in the world is health, and health will accompany you all your life. Everything else is foreign, and we can't catch anything.

Although it was very cold this winter, I went to every dark cloud because of illness. The lessons of life make me understand that career is endless, money is endless, but life is limited, and eventually it is fleeting and can't resist the erosion of time. Even if a day passes two days, it can't resist the scouring of the long river of time, and it will eventually be swallowed up by the flowing time. If we treat every day as the last day of our life, it will be more meaningful. The berries of wisdom will pervade our minds, and we will understand many unexpected truths. An experience and trivial things that are inextricably linked with time will be forgotten, which is enough to make every day accompany us with happiness and a sense of belonging.

It's never too late. Thank you for giving me a chance to talk to my soul in the hospital this winter. Because of my body, I keep a certain distance from the world, but at the same time I stand on both sides of life and death. In this noisy era, I really live, live, and how precious it is not to be packaged by the times to keep my true self. Even if life is like a string, I still sing the hymn of life in my heart and face everything calmly. Because winter is not long, spring will come soon.

The third article of winter prose is first frost, and Shan Ye is quiet and cold; When it snows, the white water in Montenegro stagnates, and the mountains forget the dawn, crouching on the undulating altitude, supporting life. Mountain, forgetting the distance of time, the vastness of the universe, gold and dark green are warm in her arms. There is a holy and spacious mountain in winter, windy and occasionally tinkling, very thin and light, mixed with air conditioning, and a little seductive in cold nights.

In order to escape freedom, Shanshan lived in seclusion, because she didn't want to be noisy in the world, just looking for loneliness. Then, she felt that the most bitter thing was to wander on the edge of her own bitterness, with solemnity and desolation. However, there are scattered birds during the day and messy crescent moons at night. After all, it is also kind. These are all natural oracles.

Birds sing clearly; Flowers, alone; Green and soft, all for the arrival of winter. "There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths." Mountains are places where thinkers worship incense. In order to wade across mountains and rivers, for the chill of distant mountains, for the remoteness of distant mountains, there are Taoist temples of alchemy and longevity, and Hanshan Temple. In winter, people live poetically in the mountains. I would like to turn it into a thousand-year-old maple tree, sprinkle my own red color at will in the endless mountains, with clear branches and leaves, bury it in the dense forest of Mishan with snow water, and cover the underground winter color with red thoughts; I would also like to turn into black mushrooms in the withered pine needles underground and let the little girls in the mountains pick them; Or bracken, or winter bamboo shoots, leaving a mark of love for the mountains.

Stepping on the winter fog, I entered the mountain. At night, all kinds of sounds of nature are in the mountains, and they have a safe rest. No spring flowers in full bloom, no summer water flying. There is no whisper of autumn insects, only the cold in the mountains and plains, which condenses into winter frost. Or, it stings into thin ice strips and hangs on pine branches, waiting for the golden sunrise and the extremely fine mountain wind to rustle in the mountain pass and the mountain center.

Pick up the stone steps, pick up some branches, take a box of wooden matches and walk alone in the mountains. Surrounded by silent trees, red leaves, greenery, black land, dizzy in winter, white cockroaches, all in a sunny mountain village, the night is thick. Winter is the most beautiful footnote of fairy tales. The color background can be white, black, gold and sky blue. The castle and related stories are in the minds of hikers. Draw a matchstick, and the dark mountain stream will have warm colors in the middle of winter, illuminating the emptiness of the mountain and people's embarrassment. I am in the middle of the dark mountain, in order to find the silence of the mountain that we like each other. "Never tire of looking at each other, only respect Tingshan", Shan and I have become two kinds of eyes. I am a philosopher, and the mountain is the god of theology. Man and God lit each other with matches. Snow, cold, flame, warmth, mountains are empty and real, and I am full of vulnerability. In the solid fragility, I forgot myself and feather into a winter myth. A layer of forest is dyed, and one shadow after another is beautiful under the transpiration of kitchen smoke.

Mountain in winter is a thoughtful old man. After thousands of years of Sanghai Cangtian, she is still here, accepting the worship of the years. She joked about all the legends and laughed at the longest wait. Absolute beauty, eventful years, are all clouds in the eyes of Dashan. She is a hybrid of time and space and forgets time and space. These should be the best qualities of every mountain. Elephants are invisible, and the mountains themselves are their most beautiful products. She likes to listen to the sound of the wind and the ringing of birds; I like to watch the trees swaying and the grass trembling; Like to feel the smell of fire brought by lonely winter nights; I like time and eternal silence.

Winter went to Qiu Lai, and spring came to blossom. Every mountain was a wonderful son of the universe. I fell asleep peacefully on the vast Yuan Ye in my heart, which became the end of my lonely life. One day, in the cold winter, I, a traveler who goes against the trend, hurried on the mountain, thinking about the future full of the past.

This is mysterious. 1 1 didn't appear until June, and 1 didn't appear until the end of June. Its appearance gives people a biting cold, which reminds you of two poems by Liu Jia, The Song of Bitter Cold. All the spring is frozen and swallowed up, but I sing cold more sharply.

It's time for girls to go out to play in autumn. There is no tenderness from Miss Qiu, no warmth from Grandpa Chun, no fiery from Uncle Xia, only coldness and silence. However, many people like it.

Every winter, children can be heard cheering in the house. Some people are very excited when they see the first snow in their lives. They clamored for their parents to take them to make a snowman. Some people don't even wear gloves. They just had a lot of snow outside, and the snow was red with cold. Their ears are full of caring and careful questions. In the coffee shop, library or community garden in the town, you can see the hot air filled with coffee, the tranquility in the library and the continuous sunshine in the garden. Some old people will run out in the morning, hoping to get warm. From time to time, I will hear the laughter of every household. This is very sweet and pleasant. You can't live without your family in winter. It will make you feel the first ray of sunshine in the morning. When that lamp illuminates you, even your dark world is full of brilliance. The world seems to have infinite possibilities, beautiful and full of love.

Winter is my favorite season. Although we only get along for a few months every year, it also enriches my life. When it comes, I am waiting for it with infinite expectation.

This is my secret, it will appear soon. By the way, it is accompanied by its sister Snowflake. It is shaped like a flower, so it can be said to be very beautiful and worthy of the name. They came quietly.

The fifth part of the winter prose "Romantic Winter" has been raining for several days, and finally I hope it will be a little sunny. It also coincides with the weekend, so there is a lot of time to be free.

I have always felt that this season is really as real as a black-and-white photo, but it lacks some gorgeous colors. Gray days, cold rain, wet streets and gloomy mood are always difficult to understand. It leads to some black and white meanings in daily life, and there are not many vivid plots.

With a thin frost on my feet, I walked alone through a campus with gardens, flowing water, pavilions and groves. I have been here many times and know every corner. I just like the birds singing in the Woods, the running water under the promenade, the colorful flowers in the garden, and the youthful face coming.

I thought it would be a bit bleak in the cold winter. However, this spring garden unexpectedly gave me a surprise. After a winter rain last night, the grass was covered with thick golden leaves, the air became fresh, and a bright world was exposed under the canopy.

Walk slowly on the path paved with smooth stones and feel the colors in the garden. A little girl who was playing jumped up happily and stuffed a red fallen leaf into my palm. I looked along the fallen leaves, and for a moment, I felt a little dizzy. The trees are full of red maple!

Frosted autumn leaves stand out in the fiery red. For me, February flowers always thought that it was just a beautiful artistic conception in poetry. I have never seen the red maple full of trees, and I have been regretting it. However, when I really approached, I was speechless before this sudden beauty. In fact, I have wandered under these trees many times and have never found that they can show such beautiful plants. Perhaps, in life, we are often shocked when we suddenly look back: in fact, the beauty we are looking for and expecting is always around us.

Flowers are also blooming, which makes me ignore the cold of this season. Camellia blooms in large numbers, and the double red color breeds endless enthusiasm in such cold. Chrysanthemum is just right, pale with last night's raindrop marks, in the red, yellow and purple plumes. It turns out that the garden in winter can be so gorgeous!

Perhaps, winter is such a season to solidify memories. Walking in the winter garden, I suddenly remembered a song I overheard. Winter Garden in French, I don't know French, but the moment I heard its melody, I think it can only be described as amazing. Low-key addictive lightness, like talking in a dream, is shrouded in a layer of sentimental light fog. Extremely beautiful. I think such a gorgeous but minimalist work is more suitable for listening alone in the dark. Imagine how the garden exudes charming brilliance in music and makes life light and beautiful. I try not to remember, but I can say goodbye to obsession and impetuousness instead of forgetting again. People come and go in the ebb and flow, but I'm not going anywhere.

Living here is not mediocrity, nor is it vanity elsewhere. In this winter, we can always pick a fragrant petal and give ourselves a garden of the soul. There, flowers are blooming. There, music lingered and spread in my heart.

"Picking up Winter" It is becoming more and more difficult to see snow in the land of western Sichuan.

I remember that I haven't seen it for many years after a light snow in the early 1990s. Before the rare snowfall in early 2008, it has become a luxury to see a snowfall every winter.

When I was a child, I felt the cold in winter, so I couldn't resist the cold when I put on cotton-padded clothes and trousers.

In winter at that time, snow was very common and natural. Sometimes cold rain is covered with snowflakes. When it falls to the ground, snowflakes turn into snow water, which is commonly called sleet. The dirt road in the country is cold and slippery after being soaked in snow water. If you are not careful, you will somersault. If the north wind blows again, the cotton-padded clothes on my body seem to become thinner, and my face will turn red with cold in an instant, like a cold knife cut. As the saying goes, a frozen face will get sores even if it is frozen. No wonder many people have frostbite on their faces or earlobes. Sometimes snowflakes fly all over the sky, turn gently in the air, fall in succession and gradually become snow. At this time, my heart danced with the snowflakes and even rolled happily in the snow. It was only a thin layer at first, and it took a night. The next morning, I opened the door and saw snow on the roof, branches and roads, wrapped in a thick and thin piece of silver. At this time, we can't take care of the cold. Let's dig snow pits, make snowdrifts and make snowmen together. When we are crazy, we will have snowball fights and enjoy it.

Often when snow covers the earth, the river is freezing cold and a thin layer of ice condenses on the rice fields. I took a small piece in my hand. I also blow into the ice from time to time, watching the ice melt, my hands are red with cold, but my heart is a burst of joy.

After a heavy snow, some aunts and grandmothers are busy picking snow into the altar, soaking salted eggs and making pickles with snow, saying that the soaked eggs do not change color and can overflow more oily yellow, which is an excellent appetizer. Kimchi is delicious and can keep fresh. Neighbors have a small workshop for brewing wine, which frees up several large water tanks and tightly plugs them with snow. It is said that shochu brewed with snow water will be more mellow and sweet. In fact, these are all folk practices and are not necessarily unreasonable.

In those years, as long as it snowed heavily, the wilderness was vast, and the dry land was covered with thick snow, as if covered with a layer of snow. At this time, the cultivator said with a smile that it was a good year and it snowed well. Yes, thick snow covers the earth, which can not only reduce the heat transfer underground, but also prevent the invasion of cold air on the snow surface, so that the ground temperature will not drop too low because of the cold in winter. At the same time, snow can store water for crops and enhance soil fertility. Snow is protected and nourishes crops for a safe winter. As the saying goes, snow covers the earth, and one grain reaps two. In fact, I didn't understand this truth at that time, and later I gradually got a deeper understanding.

The snowy winter is unforgettable and memorable, but it is engraved in the memory of childhood. Flying snowflakes, cold snow water and silvery white snow cover seem to be driven away by the obvious warm winter every year. Winter is no longer cold and seems to be lost.

The warm winter climate reminds me of El Nino. Since 1990s, El Nino phenomenon has brought disastrous weather all over the world, neither too hot nor too cold. Heavy rains have caused floods in sunny places many times, but the rainy places are scorching sun and the land is cracked.

When we calm down and think deeply, many natural disasters are closely related to our activities. Indeed, natural disasters are man-made disasters. El Nino is not only a natural disaster, but also related to the deterioration of our living environment and the increasingly serious greenhouse effect on the earth. It is the result that we excessively demand nature with our own hands without paying attention to ecological environment protection.

In fact, man and nature are in harmony. We are mountains, rivers, forests and clouds. Everything is like a member of a big family, and there is really a natural harmony and balance.

Facing the sky, facing the earth and facing everything, what can we say? ! Low-carbon action, energy saving and emission reduction, and ecological environment protection are the protection of our common earth home.

When will the lost winter return? Yi Xi will usher in winter as soon as possible. It will be a cold winter for the earth, and it will snow in the cold winter.

I don't remember when1February is. I don't remember whether there were stars in the sky that night. I don't remember what the temperature was at that time. Does she feel cold? I don't remember what wind blew that day, which made her in a trance and confused until she couldn't tell things apart.

In busy days, she leads a leisurely life. The whole person, loose and scattered, is like a flower scattered in the air, falling and rising with the wind. She's just numbing herself and trying her best to escape the pressure on her shoulders. In fact, who doesn't understand, that's all, just yourself and the dribs and drabs that have been paid.

The A-style tea shop downstairs has changed its boss and name. The once familiar tables and chairs are no longer familiar at the moment, and the only thing left is the wall as always. There is a classic blue guitar in the shop, but I don't know why there is no E string on it. Perhaps, its owner, is to commemorate, or, to forget? Every day there is music familiar to rational people in the shop. Look, you'll get drunk, and your heart will break. People who come in and out are mostly children, ignorant and enthusiastic. They, besides laughing, are still laughing. At night, leaning against the wall is more audible, and the gurgling laughter exudes a little sadness, a little bit. This is life, and some people will get old first.

I don't know when it started, but there is a shadow of dusk every day. The cabin on the second floor seems to be her own. Look, everything is simple, purple back sofa, white tablecloth, a box of gobang, a card, a pack of paper and a small window. I like burning grass instead of burning grass during the day, and I like hot milk at night, so I brought a cup of boiled water. Marriage, like this, is obviously wasted in a hurry, and I don't feel bad at all. Perhaps, any day in the future, she will blame herself and be annoyed. At this moment, the thought of living in the present is decisive. She said, in the future, take your time, I won't refuse.

A person, or a person. She got lost and felt lonely.

Around, people come and go, in a hurry. Think, leave, return, and then leave. Life is like this. Everywhere has become a distant place, and this only heart finally took the trouble to wander alone.

Now, in winter, too many corners of the northern hemisphere are freezing. Dusk is in my corner, curled up and tired. I always like to be stranded, thinking that I can make everything stay. I deliberately don't understand my mind, so I want to escape again and again. Maybe at this moment, one look is enough to make her lost in this winter.

In the garden, the newly opened wintersweet kept sighing in the cold wind. In the evening, there seems to be a smile left by yesterday. I have looked forward to dusk and the afterglow of the sunset countless times. When can I have it?

Winter has arrived, and the weather has alternated between hot and cold several times! It's really cold when it's cold, and the spectacular scenery covered with snow and ice has been seen in the higher places; When it is hot, it feels crisp in autumn, blue sky and white clouds. I can't believe it's winter. But on the whole, this winter came a little earlier than usual.

Experienced 36 complete cycles of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and also experienced happiness and desolation in all stages of life. Now, walking in the long journey of life, it seems that everything is as light as smoke and illusory, and I don't know where to go!

I often wonder, what should people pursue in life? I often feel that I have lost my direction and goal when I am alive, and I can't see the direction I should take in the future!

I often wonder, with what attitude should I live a happy life? I always think about this question, but I can't find the answer. There are many kinds of life, everyone has his own way of living, and the existence of everything has its unique significance and unknown stories. So to borrow the most popular sentence: you don't understand me, I don't blame you.

Nine times out of ten things in life are unsatisfactory, and it is not easy to control those eleven or two things that are satisfactory. How to live a carefree life with a willing heart, free from any negative external thoughts and emotions, and describe the years with a bleak look!

Sometimes, I feel inexplicably flustered, and I feel that it is too late to do something if I don't hurry up. Reality is like a boat with no direction in the vast smoke, which makes people on the shore as helpless as a broken waist.

Sometimes, I just want to hide in a quiet corner, have a good cry and vent the grievances that have accumulated in my heart for a long time and have nowhere to release. Then quietly dry your tears and move on.

I really want to turn my life into a romantic love poem, but sometimes it becomes a sad love song.

Winter seems to be a season that makes people think a lot, especially the gray weather, which also makes people feel that the shadow is very thick and they can't see where the future is.