moonlight

Shelley said: If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Some people say that winter is not as good as spring, summer and autumn, there is no "flowers gradually enchanting, asakusa can not horseshoe" beauty; There is no "lotus leaves unlimited, lotus different color" enthusiasm; It does not have the heroic sentiment of "blue sky, a row of clouds will lead the poem to the blue sky".The snow is still falling, tireless, I reached for it, closed my eyes, silently and she made the promise of the next year, open my eyes, she has disappeared in the sky with the promise.rning, it was already light. The sun hasn't shown up for da

And I said, that's because they don't appreciate the romance of "wind without catkins". There's always been a feeling in my heart. At night in the country, the snow falls quietly. Through the window, in the warm orange light, the bright, clean ground seemed to be covered with silver. Hazy, as if to see a white enveloped in this quiet. A touch of moonlight, two barking dogs, three candlelight, people sleeping in the snow. When I woke up in the morning, it was already light. The sun hasn't shown up for days, and today is no exception. The weather is not very cold, but it makes me feel a little warm. The snow was still falling, and large snowflakes, like goose feathers, fell leisurely with the soft wind, and after rotating several times in mid-air, they fell lightly. The fluttering snow, with the breath of winter, calmly charming smile, slowly and silently fly to the stream, floating to the mountains; Fall on the white walls and tiled houses, fall on the yellow and green fields; Dancing on the muddy mountain road, the courtyard is full of laughing children......

Standing by the door, I looked around. The mountains were quiet, the water soft. It snowed all night, but there was no sign of stopping. On the contrary, it snowed harder and harder. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, as if a pear tree in full bloom. Look, overnight, the snow covered the whole mountain village: the lush bamboo forest behind the house turned from green to white, and the leaves, trunks, and branches were covered with a thick layer of snow everywhere; I don't know who covered the vegetable floor there with a thick quilt; The Yamato in the house was white, too, and painted with an indefatigable powder. Looking up, the mountains in the distance were surrounded by one white scarf after another, and the hazy white fog curled around it. A bow, on the ground in front of the yard, was also white. Snowflakes such as snow lilies, one by one, were thrown into the embrace of the earth. The snow is getting thicker and the ground is getting whiter and whiter. What a 'white'! Snow, bright, dazzling, transparent, unforgettable, can't help but imagine taking a bite of butter, but can't bear to destroy it, don't want it to have any damage. Snowflake, it lies quietly in my palm, its hexagonal petals magical and clearly visible. I picked up some snow and felt cool all over me. I smelt it carefully, and there seemed to be a strange fragrance, mixed with the smell of flowers, earth, and grass. This is the taste of winter and nature.

The snow is still falling, tireless, I reached for it, closed my eyes, silently and she made the promise of the next year, open my eyes, she has disappeared in the sky with the promise.