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The sparse winter has a new look

author:A pot of wine

In the cold winter season, everything changes in the north. Vast expanses of clouds were stacked on top of each other in the sky, and the sunlight was faint and scattered, leaving only the shadows of one or two birds. The cold wind howled, sweeping the empty and vast land unhindered. The branches of the trees were covered with ice, the river was covered with thick ice, and in the distance there were a few desolate villages on the hillside, surrounded by a faint mist, like a wisp of milky white veil.

The sparse winter has a new look

  A few people walked on the road, their hands covering their ears, and as soon as they exhaled, they became a billowing cloud of smoke. Those neat empty benches did not even have residual heat, and when I touched my hand, it was painful to freeze. The stone really hardened, and the man's bones seemed to soften, and when he kicked a small stone, the stone didn't go far, and his foot was hurt so badly that he leaned against the tree in pain. The tree shook its dry branches, cheered up, and went a little deeper into the ground, and stood firm.

  The windows are the eyes of the house, and the seasons change the scenery in the eyes. On a winter morning, a clear ink painting is condensed on the window. As the sun rises, the graceful canvas begins to melt slowly, disappearing first in the middle and then spreading out to the four sides. Pushing open the window, the cool and transparent air penetrates into the heart, and the heart is at ease, and the moment you push the window, the heart is also open. Outside the window, the wind that had been blowing for several days stopped, and the snowflakes fell one after another, softly and quietly. The mountains and barren wilderness were covered with thick snow, and the heavens and the earth were joined together to become a silver-white world, so that the sparse winter had a new appearance and appeared more abundant.

The sparse winter has a new look

  In the northern winter, if there is no strong wind, the sky is clear, the snow is falling, the glacier is smooth, and adults and children are willing to run outside the house. At this time, many trees have lost their leaves, and only the dwarf pines are not afraid of the cold, and they are still majestic and green. The branches of the flat layer were covered with scattered white flowers, and from time to time one or two clusters fell, and gently piled up on the snow, like small white velvet flowers blooming on a pure white carpet. There are still some red leaves left on the trees on the side, like a few butterflies flying. On the field, the snow blocks are rectangular in shape, like sheets of rice paper being polished, and the grass is exposed where the dividing line of the rice paper is exposed. In the whole field, one wide channel is white, the other narrow channel is dark yellow, and they never stick together. The outline of the mountain was also dyed white, and the canopy was gilded with a silver line, which was truly beautiful.

The sparse winter has a new look

  Days like this are a child's favorite. They ran outside, with their arms outstretched, and raised their heads and mouths open, letting the snowflakes fall in, and as soon as the snow entered it, it melted immediately. The children are the least afraid of the cold, squatting on their calves, grabbing snow with their little hands, stuffing them into their necks, and throwing them on their faces, so unhappy. When they were tired of playing, they stopped, and their little hands that were red from the cold clenched into small fists and exhaled hot air to warm them. Building a snowman is indispensable. Several children roll two snowballs, one large as the body of a snowman and a small one as the head of a snowman. After a while, the snowman was as tall as the children, but only in a general way, so the children had to find two small stones for their eyes and a carrot for their noses, and this time it was indeed a snowman.

The sparse winter has a new look

  The snow continued to fall, gently falling in all directions. Suddenly, there was a gust of wind, and snowflakes flew in the air like rising and circling flames. Pedestrians keep their heads down and walk on the way home, their front feet on the ground, their hind feet detached, and a series of footprints are imprinted in the vast white snow. Soon, the mark was filled with snow again.