2010年12月30日星期四

I like the snow-white snow

I like the snow-white snow

Prior to this, has been many days this winter, snow all around, although weather forecasting is always snow, only a trace of snow we have seen here. Plow the fields cutting still standing straight Leng Leng, has been blown into dry Ke La, could not help some melancholy, they blame God came from. This coming year, how much production was affected ah, in this region, as farm workers, to desire the winter snow and more snow and more like coming to where the entropy, entropy, there is hope a good spring planting, farmers who in winter the topic is of the best time of misfortune.
Say: This is the lonely winter. If more is not a decorative snow, how much more deserted it?
Think tonight, after a month or beginning of winter's night, suddenly the snow. Morning and open the door, wow! A white world, is: "suddenly, such as spring night, the splendid display of pear blossoms."
Great! Great!
I like the pure white snow, like spring, like the edge of the field to the colorful flowers bloom in summer to nourish all things unexpected rain, the autumn sky Hao Jie Lang Lang's moon - the best is good Chunhuaqiuyue Summer scenery, what could be better than this time by the farmers like it?
This is the God-given human Dongxue Qionghua, her beauty, nothing can compare her, her beauty is internal; her beauty is natural.
If winter comes, the north wind roared, eyes chill view. But the only snow that spirituality, dressed in white Shayi, in order to add points harsh winter fun. She filled the Qionghua embodiment, Durian, came to the earth.
When the snow flying, I always Nan Yi full of joy, with open arms, with her in the wind, enjoy the Man Wu, open skirts, let her into my arms burning, feel the long-lost memories.
I like the winter cold, it seems that with a sober taste ... ... I like the winter snow, white, contains a selfless character in the ... ... the snow, and snow is the sky spirit, always brings happiness Brisk feeling. Stretched hands, Ju Yipeng snow, feel the kiss of snow. Although she can only stay a while in her hand a moment, but she has moisture to the heart. Crisp white hexagonal patches on the body that snow, so only the body fell on the go, you will be able to wrap one's troubles away. Heart suddenly activated, and those who plot depressed in a long time, all disappeared, suddenly brightened up.
In winter, the most distinctive characteristic is wrapped in thick people, less sexy in the summer, but more warmth in winter. Wrapped in one of the people, it seems that we just need a smile, they understand the winter cold. I like wearing thick, wrapped themselves up, and everything wrapped up, although the loss had the calm and cool, but yet still the fortitude, and this is winter!
Winter, people like to live in the fog, even the words are attached to gas, said with a smile, another Kazakh breath, and beard, left the sea, brow, brim covered with frost on the way, like the old man again and was shocked to Hefatongyan You kidding, only each other to feel the joy that I like winter, winter, gave me a lot of delicate feeling reminds me of childhood can not help but remember the winter! It was a snowy winter, from time to time, like the flying snow goose feather down, thick and weighty, people feel is the time of misfortune taste.
I like the snow in winter, bare branches, wind swept, one of the creak Ya Ya. Memory, Chepaizi's always been exceptionally cold winter. Mom moved to put up with hardships in the kerosene lamp for my sewing thick blue jacket black trousers, although the needle angle is not neat, but can I wrapped stuffed for fear of freezing the body of my young bones.
I am lazy in the cold season, feeling that only the most comfortable house huddled in bed. But my mother always told me to get up over and over again: "The children to get up the dinner, and the school." At last I will be at that moment, deft drilled bed, hastily put breakfast, and marching creak Ya Ya snow, hurried to school. If it were not for my mother sewing the whole body wrapped in thick cotton trousers, it is not cold wind blowing through my cold, warm, or cover most of my heavy hand-foot roll of thick felt prepared tube was.
Impression, as if the sky is always gray in winter, as if walking in the fog. Occasionally, in the event of snow after the first warm sun to break through the fog set in the regular transit. The sun was awake, could in the end is the cold winter, northwest wind blowing, Rao is Speranskia feel the cold there is a head hit. Shuofang silvery reflection of the world in the sun, the shake is a lot to keep my eyes open, had to hide in the side and see the snow world. People say, blowing Wind in the Willows side not cold spring wind blowing, and Hee gentle. It is dry and cold winter wind, stiff, stiff hit back, take away all the body heat.

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