The first rain in early winter began to rain unconsciously last night. It has not stopped until now. The coolness in the rain makes people feel the cold in winter. The rain has made the world of Xiaosha foggy, and the sky and the earth can't be seen clearly. Only then did the yellow leaves fall in the misty rain. The falling yellow leaves stand out in this foggy and rainy world. Yellow leaves and umbrellas add some color to this foggy world. Standing in the rain, watching the people passing by and the falling yellow leaves, I really want the rain to wash away my thoughts and pain. Unexpectedly, in this misty rain, my thoughts and pains were washed away and became clearer and clearer. Missing is like a burning fire, and rain is like an incendiary agent. The more you wash, the more fire you get.
3. The leaves on vilen are falling, all the flowers in the jungle are gone, but the trees in the city are still lush. The green grass on both sides of the road is dotted with holly bushes, swaying and blooming in the cold wind, red, light yellow, pink, pure white, colorful and gorgeous, giving people a warm feeling.
Maybe this is the most beautiful fog in winter I have ever seen! The morning in early winter is always the most beautiful and dazzling! That is my priceless treasure, a treasure that will always belong to me. Of course, I would like to share it with you! No matter how confused and dark the road ahead is, we must firmly believe that we can go on! Only in this way can you lift the veil in your heart. Try to find the most beautiful scenery in your heart! Early winter morning is like this!
The thick fog lifted its broad white robe and covered all the hills behind my house. A cold wind blew, and the leaves were blown to dance, dance and rotate, crowding round, like the waves rushing with a smile. The air is damp and cold, and the white fog is erratic. I sit in my father's car and drive to school. Looking at the white fog, like the steam coming out when mom opened the lid, it was everywhere. Everything falls into a sea of smoke, illusory, giving people a sense of freshness. Oh, how like the foggy sky!
6, the fog is getting thicker and thicker, white, so thick and charming! Everything looks like a white silk scarf, which makes people wonder what is in that cloud. It's fascinating! I can't see the top of the mountain in the distance. The mountain plays hide-and-seek with me like a naughty child. Hiding in Tibet, looming, a bit confusing! The wind blows with a little chill, and the hair dances with the north wind; This may be the power of Qin Chun! Maybe it's playing with the wind! Ruthless leaves have fallen, spreading a thick layer on the earth.
7. I am standing at one end of the bridge. The dim light shed by the moon on the clear lake is hazy, fluttering and rippling on it with cold wind. It seems that I will gently tear the dim light into two pieces and throw it into the frozen sad and sad river. The left bank is called miss, and the right bank is a "sweet burden"; One is happiness, the other is sadness ... Under the moon, on the bridge, passers-by shrug their shoulders and pull their lapels towards happiness; What about me? I trembled slightly by the bridge. I was dreaming about the broken bridge snow on the lake and the dancing of plum blossoms without soul. The night is deep, and the moon melts in the clouds and is entangled in the cocoon-like clouds. This is the only comfort in emotional purgatory, called warmth.
8. The sky is gray, which blocks my view. The tower in the distance, the rolling hills, vaguely see a few lights, flashing like fluorescent insects. Those tall buildings are all in the mist. I can't see anything clearly. The earth is immersed in the cold early winter, and even the cars in the street can't see clearly. Vaguely. The chrysanthemums are in bloom, and so are the plum blossoms. As soon as the breeze blows, it floats in front of me with flowers. It smells really good! How beautiful!
9. As the saying goes, "A day's plan lies in the morning". Everyone should cherish this precious time in the morning. You see, those little athletes practice running under the guidance of their coaches. They chased each other, not only not feeling cold, but also steaming on their heads! Old people are devoting themselves to exercise. As soon as I entered the campus, I heard reading in the classroom. Sound. I stepped up my steps, walked into the classroom, took out my book and read aloud!
10 In fact, early winter is not too cold. Although it is already a "light snow", the weather is still sunny and the sky is high, not perfect, but absolutely clean. In the afternoon when there is no wind, the sun shines warmly on the body without a chill. The sun passed before our eyes and showed us the distance of life. The scenery on the earth is gloomy and yellow, which always makes people feel that winter has not yet arrived. Those dry maple leaves have changed from light yellow to deep red, and the wild chrysanthemum at the foot of the mountain is still stubbornly showing its orange color. Only on the harvested land, a few uncut corn stalks make a sound under the north wind. ...
1 1, by the river, willows tremble in the wind, leaves fall helplessly, and I miss the time in my mother's arms. The river dried up, revealing pebbles of different sizes and shapes. I came across a green stone covered with green moss. Although it is furry, it still feels cold.
12, the early winter night is more melancholy, and the month is more sad. I don't know how to describe the night above me. On this early winter night, I stood under the moon and felt sad from left to right. On the left is my lost years and idle sadness, and on the right is my "sweet burden" which is at a loss, shaky, hazy and slightly dead.
13, in early winter, fallen leaves fall, and I can't help but feel sad when I see them. Autumn has gone, leaving only a corpse, tumbling in the pit of the hot desert. Although the fallen leaf has passed away, it will revive next spring. The superstar was damaged, but the waves behind the Yangtze River pushed the waves ahead and followed his footsteps.
14, early winter morning, a vast expanse of white fog, from a thin point of view, the fog has frosted. After pruning in the autumn wind, the willows are sparse and withered, and suddenly become beautiful and graceful. The lake is big and white. The frosty days set off the nearby mountains more and more clearly and quieter. The rotten grass on the roadside is covered with a soft and thick layer of new frost, which becomes so mysterious. At present, there are thousands of leaves, hard as iron and poetic, but suddenly it is brand-new, cool, Tingting charming and quiet as a virgin. The thick and even cream powder reminds me of Lin Daiyu's innocence.
15, the early winter morning is full of vitality. The breezy north wind blew the branches down! Just like welcoming Dong Er! Maybe, I have a soft spot for winter! The breezy north wind has become warmer!