Winter is like a shy woman, so it appears carefully in people's eyes. Who noticed that she was as light as a swallow, with light feet? Just like a girl knocking on Tao Yuanming's door in spring, naturally, although there is also a cold wind in her pocket in winter, it is winter. Leng Yan, which belongs to the beauty in winter, needs no warm memories, and it suddenly occurred to me that it was time to thicken the clothes. This idea has mostly warmed my memories of winter over the years, and it really has nothing to do with the temperature drop in winter. Maybe it's because I like winter, and I talked about winter in the north. It is a wind that cannot be ignored, such as untimely soaring. The dust on the ground is pulled high into the sky and twisted and rotated. Every roar of the wind is a long whistle of pride, wrapped in dryness, courage and courage, without any vain and melodramatic feeling. It has a spectacular wind tower, large and small gravel passing by, disdaining gray nose and eyes, disdaining the beating of dust. What we can appreciate most is the resistance brought by the raging wind, which explains the taste of "trekking". At this time, we have to admit that such a trek is also a kind of cordial feeling for the great power of nature and a different face from nature. Compared with the wind in the south, the wind colliding in the north is not a clever weapon in the hands of sculptors. In the plateau and sand dunes, in the landform evolution of flat land and gully, we try our best to show the magnificence of its strength. This kind of wind has touched the vast Gobi desert in the northwest, stepped on the loess plateau with thousands of valleys and valleys, visited the wind power station in Inner Mongolia, and kissed every rough and unrestrained northerner. In this magical land in the north, it exists like an elf. Therefore, the character of northerners is contaminated with its essence. Of course, the winter wind will also hit passers-by at will. It will also blow the cocoon-forming hand of the old lady with the head of a goose skin crane. However, all the old women and passers-by have no attributes of winter and curse it. Every winter, all the old ladies and passers-by can only say "this damn weather!" " As for snow, it is a specialty that promotes the romantic mood in northern winter. When a mass of white covers it, the whole world presents a kind of pure beauty, and it is a kind of mood to watch the snow fall and moisten. Snowflakes bloom silently in fields, cottages, streets and inns, decorating every piece of land. Refreshing, not dirty, not kitsch, such as the gradually rich white on the ground, quiet and serene, intuition is washed away. It seems that the old monk who participated in meditation combed his unkempt hair, fulfilling a life experience and enjoying a good mood. Many times, as soon as the snow lives, the sun rushes out. The branches are covered with snow and the eaves are dripping with water, which is absolutely unique. Knocking on the windowsill of the soul seems to be a pipa girl playing with her pipa in her arms, while the snow-admiring person is like a white-haired old man, shaking a cattail leaf fan, sitting in the shade with his eyes closed, listening to pipa music and sighing that time has fallen in his eyes. This snow scene has made people insatiable, and their ears are almost covered with snow. Tighter, tighter, you can hear insects singing and frogs jumping under the snow. Pick a small stone and gently throw it into Artemisia, flying around. A group of clever sparrows are chirping about the eternal beauty of winter life. The winter in the north is really good.

Winter is like a shy woman, so it appears carefully in people's eyes. Who noticed that she was as light as a swallow, with light feet? Just like Miss Chun knocking on Tao Yuanming's door, it's natural. Although the cold wind was in my pocket in winter, it was winter. The beauty of Leng Yan in winter does not need warm memories, but it suddenly occurred to me that it was time to thicken my clothes. This idea has mostly warmed my memory of winter for many years, and has nothing to do with the temperature drop in winter. Maybe because I like winter.

When it comes to the specialty of northern winter, the wind can never be ignored.

When the wind passes, the dust on the ground is pulled high in the air, twisted, rotated and danced wildly. Every wind roar is a proud long whistle, wrapped in a dry, bold and brave, without any vanity or affectation, with a spectacular wind passing through the tower. The wind is retrograde, and large and small gravel sweeps in, disdaining the dusty nose and dusty pain. What I enjoy most is the resistance brought by the raging wind, which explains the taste of "trekking". At this time, I have to admit that this kind of hiking is also a kind feeling for the great power of nature and another kind of face-to-face with nature. Compared with the breeze in the south, isn't the collision of the wind from the north a dream weapon in the hands of sculptors? In the plateau and sand dunes, in the landform evolution of flat land and gully, it tries its best to show the magnificence of its strength. This kind of wind has blown across the vast Gobi desert in the northwest, stepped on the Loess Plateau, been to the wind power station in Inner Mongolia, and kissed every rugged and bold northerner. In this magical land in the north, it exists like an elf. Therefore, the character of northerners is contaminated with its essence.

Of course, the winter wind will hit the collar erected by passers-by, and it will also blow to the cocoon hand of the old woman with the head of a goose skin crane. However, all the old women and passers-by did not curse winter because of its nature. Every winter, all the old women and passers-by say at most, "What a nice day!" " Count it as all the abuse in winter, then smile at each other and say, "We are all trudgers in the wind."

As for snow, it is a specialty that promotes the romantic mood in northern winter. When a mass of white covers it, the whole world presents a pure and beautiful, unparalleled

It is a kind of mood to watch the snowflakes fall, because the snowflakes blooming silently in fields, cottages, streets and inns decorate everyone's dreams in every place. Such a dream is indifferent, refreshing, clean and kitsch, such as the gradually rich white on the ground, quiet and serene, and the intuitive heart dust is washed away, as if it were a trip to Zen. Appreciating snow can give you a good mood.

Many times, as soon as the snow stays, the sun flashes in a hurry, with snow on the branches and melted water dripping on the tiles. The beautiful white color and the regular ticking of water droplets compose a comfortable movement. A gentle man quietly crosses the sea of hearts and knocks on the windowsill, as if a pipa girl is holding the pipa and playing, while a snow-admiring person is shaking it like a white-haired old man. This snow scene is already appetizing. Put your ear close to the snow, and the closer you stick it, the more you can hear insects, frogs and flowers whispering and crawling under the snow. I think it's because the requiem floated into this season that they became restless! Pick a small stone and gently throw it into Artemisia. Hula dance surprised a group of clever sparrows and chirped about the abundance of winter.

Eternal life, eternal beauty, winter in the north, how nice.

In winter, flowers bloom. This is the title of an article I published in the first issue of Public Health in 2008.

Winter is really blooming, and the flowers in winter are not so annoying, so eye-catching and so conspicuous as in summer. Flowers bloom in winter, which is very quiet. Even the flowers in the greenhouse are not so dazzling, just simple.

In fact, flowers bloom in winter, which makes people feel a sense of pride, style, persistence, strength, free and easy, affection and poetry, which makes people feel passionate.

Flowers bloom in winter and are more popular. Look at the flowers that bloom in winter, which reminds you of Anita Mui's song "Woman Flowers". I don't know, that lyric makes women sad and makes people cry. Listening to that song makes my eyes dry and my nose sour. A woman is a flower, a flower that blooms in all seasons, and a flower that is more beautiful in winter. It's not up to you not to accept this kind of face. This kind of face has a fiery heart. Accepting this face is like drinking tea for the second time. As time goes by, the seasons change. A woman is a flower that never fades to this world.

Winter, like a quiet woman, is a gorgeous flower in itself. It only blooms in a special season, and people give this flower a pure beauty of Leng Yan. She stands in the world as Leng Yan, but she loves everything with the gentlest love. Winter goes and spring comes. I believe everyone knows that spring breeds the arms of winter, and the flowery spring blooms in the infancy of winter. Without severe winter, there would be no warm spring. Everything is full of vitality and colorful. It is the dew on this flower in winter, the bee on this flower in winter and the butterfly on this flower in winter.

When the cold air hit for the first time this winter, I felt that the cold air carved out the vicissitudes of a year. After the first cold air this winter, I caught a little cold and walked into the hospital. The doctor only showed his forehead. Nevertheless, I seem to see flowers in winter. The first time I saw her and heard her first sentence, I thought that the winter of 2007 was written down in my life, and I think she wrote it down in my life. That small consulting room gives people a sense of happiness, and not taking medicine will make the disease go far. This is a scene full of winter.

In winter, there is no need to look forward to spring. Winter includes spring. In winter, flowers bloom. In winter, plum blossoms and beautiful flowers. May also waits for people who have a heart to see it. When Mei opens in winter, she has no affectation and charm. It is a kind of beauty, which is deeply rooted in people's hearts and bones. This kind of beauty can be made into a specimen, just as the name of a female doctor always represents her beauty.

Flowers bloom in winter and there is a refreshing beauty of food. It is a romantic and emotional flower-snowflake. Snowflakes are always desirable flowers in winter. I think we have been waiting, expecting the snowflakes flying all over the sky in the quiet winter, the silver snakes dancing in the mountains, the primitive wax elephants, and the scenes of frank, holy and dignified white coats. The swirling snowflakes, like auspicious clouds chopped by fairies, drizzled and fell on the ground with warm blessings.

In winter, flowers bloom. You stand in front of the window. The bright winter night makes you stand at the turning point of time and look up at yesterday. The bright winter night illuminates your thinking and purifies your mind in thinking. The deceased is like a husband, and the past has been bound on the cover of the season. A gust of wind blowing, although with a hint of coolness, can't destroy the tranquility of winter, let alone the rush of flowers in winter. This is relatively old and will not change even in today's global warming.

In winter, flowers bloom. Flowers bloom in the winter night, under the neon lights. In the blooming winter, the sleeping lights and the city are silent. This unusually quiet winter makes people's thoughts and thoughts grow slowly in their hearts.

In the winter when flowers bloom, although the sky is gray, my heart is particularly clear. Because only in winter can we let go of all our troubles. Walking in the middle-aged street, dreaming of childhood snow, staring at the real snow, whether it is heavy makeup or sweeping the eyebrows, there is always a charm and charm, dynamic liveliness, static lightness and crystal condensation, which makes me meet them like angels under the sky. Walking under the sky, I feel that every day is a beautiful encounter. I am intoxicated with the living me under the sky, while collecting the beauty of the universe and recalling the lost days. I don't have the feelings of a poet, nor the poetic expression of chanting chrysanthemums. But I want to praise the days of snow and snowflakes. I can raise my glass and make a childhood memory under the sky. Childhood, the snow all over the sky buried everything, and the mountain village appeared rare beauty and tranquility. The colors of the whole world are soft, unified and harmonious, and crystal-clear ice flowers are falling and dancing with the stars. One, two or three are covered with jade everywhere, crystal-clear. Flowers bloom when they fall on trees, and pine trees in the distance and nearby are decorated into silver Christmas trees, and the world is integrated.

Outside the glass window, the winter sun is not clear, but the flowers will bloom. I will stubbornly stand in the cold winter and wait for the baptism of snowflakes.

In the afternoon, my friends and I stood on the wet ground-it just snowed lightly, and the grass put on a small white hat. The wind blowing on my cheek didn't have that kind of violent roar at all-I said, "Winter is beautiful!" " ""Yes, it's beautiful in winter! " Friends also expressed their admiration.

Between the tall buildings with my friends, I saw snowflakes floating in the air again. Snowflakes fell lightly to the ground and immediately merged into the embrace of Mother Earth. Every snowflake flower is so light, crystal clear, and falls on the cheeks of my friends and me, cool.

"Snowflakes, how beautiful!" I said.

Yes, it's not a white package, but it's also a little beautiful-full of cute little snowflakes, really beautiful!

White snow flowers, waltzing, falling one by one, are already full of power to sublimate our emotions and purify our souls!

"In rural areas, wintersweet, bamboo and pine trees are not afraid of cold winter, while animals such as pythons, ants and hedgehogs hibernate in caves!" I thought, "and this city can't help but be much colder than usual-the weather is cold-will it be different to celebrate the Spring Festival?" ! "

Suddenly it began to snow heavily, and there began to be snow on the branches. A layer of snow-white blanket was slowly spread out between the streets and lanes. My friends and I were walking on the road, listening to the crisp snowflakes rustling, leaving a string of clear footprints on the ground, and laughter sounded in the air. ...

"If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" Winter always brings people infinite longing and beautiful dreams. "Give charcoal in the snow", people are looking forward to the new year, looking forward to: a bumper harvest in the new year, a beautiful new year …

"Snow scene, so beautiful!" The friend said.

Yes, it's not made of pink jade, but it's a little smart-the snow scene full of hope and yearning is really beautiful!

Hard-working people, at this time, their hearts are full of expectations of sowing in spring, cultivating in summer and harvesting in autumn!

My friends and I started playing endlessly! We laughed like crazy. In an instant, our hair and clothes were covered with small ice crystals and water droplets. We laughed and laughed, and the snow drifted and sprinkled. In the distance, groups of little brothers and sisters are also playing in the snow. They make snowmen lifelike and have snowball fights, so there are silvery laughter floating over the city. ...

Snowflakes are dancing in this pure world. When they fall from the sky, they only want to fly around their companions, but when the wind blows, they have to put down their reluctance and fly away. ...

"Friendship, how wonderful!" My friends and I speak in unison.

Yes, although we can't be together forever, we can all grow up happily-full of eternal friendship, which is really beautiful!

Friends are leaving, but each other's hearts are full of heartfelt words and good wishes for each other!

As night fell, my friend and I parted reluctantly. "I wish you a better and happier life in another city!" I said. "Happy to you, too!" The friend said. We wrote down each other's phone numbers, and then our friends left and gradually disappeared into the night. ...

Snowflakes are still floating in the sky, and they are still flying beautifully, one by one, falling with the wind, showing her purity and beauty. ...

In winter, it is beautiful!