Standing at the window watching the winter season, listening to the singing of the winter wind, the singing of the scenery and the singing of the rhythm, who said that winter is a desolate season? In fact, winter is to accumulate strength in the cold wind and frost, and sing white and bright and winter perseverance in the rustling cold wind. There is an uncomfortable depression in the countryside in winter. The weeping willow in spring is a seed of love, the lotus pond in summer is a kind of love, the golden harvest in autumn is a kind of maturity, and winter looks incredible. Perhaps, because natural selection is difficult to show their vitality in winter, it is not suppressed by the cold. It is the most tacit combination of a higher realm of life and everything.
2. What is the countryside like in winter? Write an urgent article 1: winter in the countryside is a beautiful and pure day; Winter is a lovely child; What's unique about winter in the countryside? In the early morning, misty fog floated in the air, and it was dawn before the morning star disappeared.
In the distant hills, the original green grass dried up. I put on a white cotton-padded jacket and waited for the spring to sprout again ... In the morning, I came to the wild and walked along the winding path, with flowers and trees planted on both sides, but it was very different from spring. The flowers and plants withered, and the original towering trees and lush leaves fell. Only pine trees are still green, and the thick trunk seems to surround a few people.
He stood upright, like a PLA soldier guarding the frontier. At noon, the warm sunshine is like a lively and lovely elf, kissing and stroking your face.
The shivering frozen stream flows happily as usual. Chimonanthus praecox has its own beauty: one beautiful Chimonanthus praecox flutters in the wind, and green leaves rise from the branches, just like a goddess descending from the earth.
Evening is the quietest time of the day. The wind stopped blowing, the stream stopped flowing, and the whole country could hear the sound of a needle falling.
There is a full moon and countless stars in the deep blue sky. The brightest star is Polaris, which hangs in the sky and guides the lost people. What a great contribution! Winter is a shivering season, but in the countryside, it is extremely beautiful.
Chapter 2: Winter in the country Last winter vacation, my mother took me to visit my cousins in the country. My cousin's village has reached expressway. We drove for two hours and arrived at my cousin's village. From a distance, rows of brand-new two-story buildings seem to be lining up to welcome us.
I went into my cousin's house and they happily welcomed us to sit on the kang. I immediately felt hot on the kang and asked a few questions curiously. Cousin said: the flue of the stove is discharged through the kang. The firewood in the stove was lit early today, and the kang was hotter than usual. Winter passed, the flue under the kang was blocked, the smoke from the stove was discharged from another flue, and it was not hot on the kang, as was the case in our rural families. After listening to my cousin's story, I can't help but sigh: rural people are really wise! After sitting on the kang for a while, I went to visit my cousin's house.
There are three walnut trees and five jujube trees in a big yard in front of the house. At this moment, I suddenly realized that the walnuts and jujube trees that menstruation sends us every year are the fruits of these fruit trees. They are like the mothers of great heroes, which makes me awe. In front of the jujube tree, a plum tree blooms in winter. It is like a strong and unyielding soldier, protecting all fruit trees through the cold winter.
On the left of my cousin's house are cowshed, pig shed and chicken shed. There are two cows in the cowshed, one is big and the other is small.
The little bull kept eating grass, as if expecting to grow up quickly and share more work for his mother. The ox quietly closed his eyes and remained motionless, as if remembering the beautiful scene of plowing the fields for the master last spring to get a bumper harvest.
The pigs in the pigsty are plump, some are eating, some are walking leisurely, some are sleeping soundly, and the snoring is deafening. The big chicken in the henhouse jumped happily, but an old hen did not move, hatching eggs wholeheartedly and gestating the next generation.
Behind the house is a big fish pond, and the water in the fish pond has frozen thick. A group of ducks are walking on the ice and a group of children are skating.
A boy wanted to learn to spin on the ice and fell down, but he got up immediately after falling and continued to learn. His red face is still full of confidence. Children in the country are braver and stronger than those in our city, and I admire them from the bottom of my heart.
Rural people in winter are really wonderful. I think rural people in spring, summer and autumn have good scenery. The countryside of the motherland is really beautiful everywhere! Chapter 3: The winter in the countryside has been looking forward to a winter. The clean snowflake finally meets the city and falls down after the storm.
In the town, cars are full of people who are eager to go home, but they can only crawl back and forth on the road with their bloated bodies. I drove slowly into the country. There are fewer and fewer "beetles", more and more snow has not melted, and the trees with all the dead leaves meet the baptism of winter with extremely neat bodies.
Excited sparrows are twittering, but it seems that only they are chatting in this field, and everything is so quiet. The river is frozen, and occasionally the river free from the shackles of ice is splashed with a layer of ripples by several naughty children, making the quiet fragrance faint.
After the noise, with the sympathy of the rare warm sun in winter, the countryside seems to be sleeping quietly. I think only firecrackers on New Year's Eve can wake it up. Compared with the city, the country is a fairyland of fairy tales. Put the last piece of sincerity into the embrace of the country. Here, you can have fun and find the lost beauty.
Ice and snow joke with the sun, and the sun shines on them. The world is full of the unexplored innocence of HarmonyOS's system, and there is a word engraved on the road to the countryside, called "return". The knife of time is invisible and sharp, leaving indelible marks on all living things, but time seems unable to interfere with the tranquility and purity of this village, just like a childhood dream, which is the best memory of life.
The New Year is less than 12 hours away. In the countryside, the endless fields seem lonely and monotonous, but here, the strong Chinese flavor is intertwined with the jubilant China red. With a touch of joy, sadness will become a passer-by of yesterday and never return. Silence is the title song here. Let's take off the mask of hypocrisy and walk into the countryside.
I remember you said that home was the only castle. As the Chun Xue River continues to flow and smile, I know my childhood dream. Don't cry, let the fireflies take you away, and the country songs will always depend on you. Go home and return to the original beauty. Chapter four: Winter in the countryside In the early winter morning, a red sun rises from the east, hanging in the air like a red ball.
Its light is soft and not dazzling at all. Clouds on the horizon are reflected red by the sun.
Snow is still tearing cotton wool, covering the whole earth. The bare mountain is white, the yellow tree is white, and the road in front of the door is white.
I think so.