Write a paragraph describing the winter scenery (about 400 words)

Winter in the South

Half of the yellow leaves fell, and I heard a sound of withering life. Yes, the geese are flying south again, only dead branches are left on the tree branches, the springs are gradually drying up, and the chill is coming quietly. All these tell me that winter is here.

In my opinion, winter is the least romantic season, especially the winter in the south. It cannot see the snow-covered snow in the north; nor can it see the thousands of miles of desert and silence in the west. human voice. Winter in the South is always just a dull color. It was very cold, but there was no trace of moisture. The coldness soaked into the bone marrow seemed to take away all the warmth from the body, leaving only loose cold clumps like dry wadding stuffed between the chest and lungs. In such a season, people's thinking will be frozen, and even emotions and romance will be thrown away in an instant. In such a situation, it is difficult to have a good interest. Even if you occasionally have a wish, it will be quickly thrown into the corner of memory.

Standing outdoors, I let out a gentle sigh. A cloud of white mist curled up into the sky, wrapped in warmth. It stretched in mid-air, and became dense. After a while, it merged into the dry and cold air. The little hope that had just been ignited was shattered, disappearing quietly and calmly, as if it had never been there before, and there was such a special moisture in it. The small shu grows into a big tree, and in winter it becomes an old tree. The old branches are intertwined and only a few sparse leaves are dotted with traces of life. The bark is slightly browned, as if it has been roasted on the fire for a long time. It has lost its vitality due to suffering, and is half-curled as if it will fall to the ground at any time.

The lotus pond, which was filled with flowers and leaves in the summer, now has only dead tubes and fragments of leaves left. The charm of carrying dew and pearls has long since disappeared. The cold wind is gently swaying, and the withered leaves seem to whisper about the beauty of the past, and they seem to be weeping softly and secretly about their decline now. If there is another cold rain, it will make the flowers fall even more, which is in line with Li Yishan's mood of leaving the lotuses to listen to the sound of rain.

The mountains in the south have never been as tall and majestic as those in the north. In winter, they lose their former luster, leaving behind a slightly gray figure standing quietly between the sky and the earth. Keep a silence. If there is a heavy snowfall in the north and the mountains are covered with a layer of vast white, it will be a majestic and beautiful picture, with new hope gestating among the towering awns. It's a pity that there is no snow in the south. Half-spreading hills like mounds are dotted here and there on the vast Jianghan Plain. Only the green shadows of pines and cypresses are left in the mountains, but the green is like a layer of frost, light green. There was a faint hint of greenish gray in the middle. From a distance, it seems to be covered by flying dust.

Standing by the river, I realized that the natural chasm in the past was now only a narrow chain of gray. The riverside where the waves lapped thousands of rocks in the past was now calm. The river water seemed to be frozen, even the flow speed of Dongzhu seemed to have been stopped, and everything seemed dead.

Yes, winter in the south can only be described as dead silence, with no trace of life in sight. There is only a single gray mist between heaven and earth. This depressed atmosphere permeates all things, draining their vitality bit by bit.

When I am here, I can only place my feelings in front of the window, send a petal of heart fragrance from afar, hoping that a trace of new green will break through the ground and send the hope of spring

The biting cold wind is not unreasonable at all. The heavy snow outside has wiped away people's joy of harvest, and the heavy snow has covered all the noise, and at the same time, it has also covered the sunny mood. In the cold wind, the topic of "hating winter" spread throughout the city with the wind as a carrier, and also reached the ears of Winter himself, but Winter is not sad, she is still so calm and natural, she knows that time passes day by day, Her child, Spring, is coming home soon.

The winter in the story is just like the behind-the-scenes workers in real life, or the "villains" performing on the stage. They are willing to suffer and suffer. As long as the performance goes smoothly, they will think that the sweat is nectar; no matter what No matter how the director vilifies the negative characters, they all believe that it is their responsibility to successfully contrast the positive characters. After the scene, people often remember which actor performed well on stage, but who can tell the name of the chief planner of the party; after the movie, people talk about the touching scene of the hero saving the beauty, but who cares about " Bad Guy” suffered several injuries for the filming of “Getting Beaten.”

It is true that the highlight of the party is the performances of the stars, and the selling point of the movie is indeed the heroic appearance of the protagonist. But after watching it and laughing, don’t forget to bring along the cast and crew behind the scenes. That’s all. , those "winter" people will be very moved.

Winter is coming, can spring be far behind? The philosophy contained in the simple words has enlightened generations of people, but I always feel that this is a bit unfair to winter, and it seems to be advising you: stay up for two more days! Thinking about spring and blooming flowers, this damn winter won’t be so hard!

But did you know that without heavy snow to keep the land warm, would spring planting be successful? Without winter freezes, would the soil be moist in spring? Without the training of severe winter, would Miss Chun's footsteps be so healthy and firm? Winter is the mother of spring, this is absolutely true. Therefore, I want to pirate Shelley's words: Without the arrival of winter, there will be no beautiful approach to spring. Winter is a great mother.

Spring is indeed gorgeous, summer is indeed passionate, and autumn is indeed plump. Most people want to be like them, pure, sunny and steady. But I like winter. It’s not that I’m pretending to be different or that I’m trying to be unique. I really love the calmness, selflessness, and tolerance of winter.

Due to my personality orientation, I will probably be a behind-the-scenes person in the future, a profession that contributes silently. I like it just like I like winter. I will try my best, even though I am not glamorous; I will work hard, even though I am not dazzling. Because I think:

Being a "winter" is more attractive.