On the Material of beginning of winter's Composition

Writing materials-a good paragraph describing early winter

1. Govin's "Shengchun Family"

In early winter, the morning in Yangchun is beautiful. The distant mountains and nearby villages are shrouded in a thick layer of smoke. As soon as the sun shone, the frost on the ground stayed all night and began to melt, steaming. On the straw and haystack, the heat rises slowly, and the kitchen smoke is wrapped in the top of the tree like a gauze. The earth was bright, and a two-wheeled carriage flew into the village facing the avenue.

2. Malan, Li Ji

It is the early winter season, and a thin layer of snow, like a huge and gentle wool blanket, covers this vast wasteland, shining with cold silver light. ...

3. Lu Yao's Hard Days

The cold wind blew away the lukewarm autumn overnight. The nasty winter followed the last batch of geese moving south and landed on the Loess Plateau. The undulating Qianshan Wanling soon became desolate. Shan Ye, around the county seat, is bare, and no green can be seen any more.

4. Wozi's life begins here.

Winter is coming, and the earth is like a mother who has just given birth. Under the cover of snow, she slept wearily, and the warm sunshine shone on it, reflecting the holy light. Vilen is as silent as a lifeless painting, and only a thick smoke floats in the corner of the picture, adding a sense of movement to the picture. The motorcade carrying wheat straw passed through vilen and headed for the paper mill under thick smoke, leaving a string of whips and laughter on the long road.

5. Jin Jingmai's Song of Ouyang Hai

Between the mountains of Nanling Mountains and the beautiful and rich banks of Xiangjiang River, the green maple leaves gradually turn into deep purple, and then from deep purple to deep red. Red maple, like a burning torch, is held high between green mountains and green waters. It is dotted with Yuan Ye in early winter in the south of the Yangtze River.

6. (French) The Life of Mo Bosang

In the red sky, the rising sun appeared from behind the tree, as red as a drunk's face. The ground was covered with frost, dry and hard, and people on the farm stepped on it. Overnight, the leaves on the poplar trees completely fell off; Behind that wasteland, you can see a long green wave, churning with white foam.

The leaves of buttonwood and bodhi trees are falling in the high wind. Whenever the cold wind blows, the frosted leaves suddenly break away from the branches and fly in the wind like a flock of birds.

7. (French) Zola's "Collapse"

Day after day, October finally passed. This is a continuous gloomy and gloomy sky, and the wind has stopped, just to attract more dark clouds to fly again ... The wind has swept away the leaves under the gray horizon, leaving only a deep and long silence in the bare countryside, conveying the crow's cry and reporting the cold winter.