In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with prose? Prose is not limited by time and space. Writing prose is inseparable from the most of the time. In order to help you better understand the prose, the following is the beautiful prose (6 articles) that I collected for everyone, for your reference to reference, I hope to help friends in need. The aesthetic prose article describing the snow is large and small, and it has been intermittent for two days. It is not afraid of the cold wind that stabs into the skin, it has been difficult to get out in the house, but the snow given to the earth -the purity and whiteness of the eyes, so no regrets, happy and tranquil, it is reflected to the reflection to the back to reactoring to it. I am in front of the window, otherwise, why is my heart so quiet? Reading the book, I have never been sad and happy to think about the years and experiences, compare with the second and seconds of today, and imagine that I will reach tomorrow. The situation of the situation with the world outside the window should be met. There is no old -fashioned autumn, seeing the red dust, nor the naiveness of the insulting building, and in the bland life, we do not slowly greet everything inside and outside the body. The snow sweeping outside, the human voice is endless, the door is pushed, the sky in the east has a red signs, the sun is coming, and she will start her reincarnation for a day. All of these, in the atmosphere they participate, I subconsciously walked out of the iron cricket, and the little girl next door was skiing wore a big boot, cheerful laughter and bright smile pulled my heart back to me. The snow is very large, and it is very cold. There will be ice glazed. I look forward to the coming at night, because the day after night, there will be something I expect. Sure enough, when it was dawn, I quickly got up from the bed, and the low eaves were covered with glazed glazed with a long size. , I picked the biggest and brighter one, sprinkled sugar on it, regardless of my mother’s opposition, stuffed it into my mouth and ate it. The happy sound of fighting with my younger brother … It is also Liuli today, but it is rare. I have never noticed. Occasionally, the same large and small, the same is translucent, clear, but very high, it is not too much, and there is no desire. There is no desire. Ideal, staying in a distant city, a rare party is a few years of interval. Isn’t this a great regret in the loss of the Tang Dynasty in my heart? In the snowflakes, there is no more interesting to enjoy the snow package. Afraid of injury, dare not love, dare not hate, there is no real experience, no substantial pain, and no substantial happiness. I always think that this is called maturity, called realm, called no regrets, but I do n’t know if I do n’t know … The little girl accidentally slipped down. I ran over and didn’t want her to stand uprightly. The clumsy was gone. “Sister, let’s slip together?” This time, I did not say, “No, don’t want to learn.” The beautiful prose article describing snow 2 Winter snowflakes have become legendary, and the snow in spring is late Essence . She is the latest bride in this Jiazi. There are thousands of calls, the spring breeze is covered, and it seems to be with her lover. Send to the world. In flying in spring snow, the wicker is still green; yesterday, the sun shines, letting the dry wicker that survives the severe winter gradually wake up. Today, she opened her cracked lips and sucked the cold snow. The soft wicker has the breath of life. “The sunrise on the east and the snow on the west.” In the snow, there is still a round of the sun hanging in the sky, which is extremely small and as small as a person’s face; abnormally red, like a sunset that never fades, stains people. cheek. The snow is still down, just at a glance, you know that there is nothing to do. The northern China snow scene of the original Chi Wax will only happen in the cold winter month. At this time, the snowflakes are just the messenger of the spring of the northern country, a spring invitation. The snowflakes look like ice rain, and the grains can not be worn one by one, sprinkled on the hair, and wet it; hiding in clothes, neglecting. Only on the ground, in the grass tip, and the natural world with zero degrees, only the mottled snow -although there are large blockbusters, but it seems that snowflakes to cover all their dreams will eventually be realized. In snow, a bird’s wings rushed from the snow to the wall, like pecking, like pecking the scenery on the wall. There were a few birds and birds on the wall, and they fell leisurely, came to be companion, stinging. The birds like to live in groups. Huru, as if making an appointment, moved from the wall to the branches of a small tree together. Spring is warm, enjoying the unique pleasant of the first snow in spring. A firecracker fled all of them. I thought that people would rush to Ruixue, who were waiting for this winter, and shouted, and was intoxicated for this strange snow scene that was reincarnated, but no. Perhaps it is a kind of thing that likes, a landscape that yearns for, and a life of longing, which is not as good as imagination; of course, it will not be as bad as it is. The only came quietly and walked quietly; when the pillow woke up, he woke up and stepped on the snow. This flashes flashed, muddy turbid flowing; hot air invading, ice crystal turns into black. The spring snow, no cold temperature. This snowflakes have become legendary, and the snow in spring is late. The aesthetic prose article describing the snow 3 peach blossoms and snow, one is gorgeous and the other must meet in March before it is called the most beautiful. The peach blossom snow in March, how beautiful the scenery, have you ever seen? Snow, elegant like a man, white shirt and blue scarf, elegant and passionate, from the clouds of clouds, only for the early spring of the early spring Duo Taohua came, not early nor too late, in order to go to a stream of years. Peach blossoms, peach blossoms in the early spring, tolerated the silence of winter, regardless of the majesty of the spring cold, regardless of the cold eyes of others, squeezed each other, scrambled to go to this spring date. Yeah, early spring must be exclusive peach blossoms. The exclusive right of love only allows peach blossoms to monopolize. All the flowers and plants can only afford the words “charming and grace”. Peach blossoms are the fire that jumps in the cold. Once ignited, the passion floods. Peach blossoms only responded to their own hearts, and they opened their own love. They just burned for their own love. The performance of the performance is warm and graceful, and wantonly. The peach blossoms encountered snow, and seemed to have waited for a millennium contract. March peach blossom snow must be a clever encounter on earth. Snow, rarely fell in March, and never thought that there was a peach blossom in the world, waiting for him to enjoy the spring of the season. The snow is here, with warmth burning, when the hazy loneliness of the spring day, do not wake up the red and green and thin in the hibernation, only drunk the dance of early spring with the peach blossoms. In the air, the wind raised the elegant long sleeves, and fell into the eyes of the lame -like light, and recognized it with the peach blossom. This long -lost encounter, there is no agreement, nor is it prepared, but just on the way of the snowfall. Meeting, there is no early step, no late step, only in the early spring, only in this vast sea of people, in the lonely place of life, shocked each other’s hearts. Peach blossoms, are you the peach blossoms in “Book of Songs, Zhou Nan, and Peach”? Burning Qi Hua, because of whoever fell in love, took the moment of Jing Hongyan’s eyes, let him discover, let him shock; as long as he casts a glance, he will be this Captured by Duo “Tao Zhi”, you wait, wait for you to see you, how delicate women are you! Yeah, only snow can be worthy of you, only men like snow Essence你听，你听，雪飘得沙沙，天地的声音都沉寂了，只有雪的声音，有一些急促和缠绵，如陷在一场迷乱的爱情里，雪啊!你的雪，以一种The desperate spirit and the spirit of burning their hearts came. This suffocating beauty, want to escape! peach blossoms, are you the one on the genius Hou Fangyu and Li Xiangjun’s peach blossom fan? That fan must be white as snow. On the fan, the chastity, chastity, and rigid fan can become the most gorgeous peach blossoms. You use the stance of chastity without fear of death to the degree of destruction, unless it is for love, who can still use the gorgeousness regardless of everything. Lie Lai proves her purity. Peach blossoms, you are beautiful, make snow tears. The peach blossoms, are you a peach blossom wine from Shi Xian Li Bai? Do you want to forget the rivers and lakes? These peach blossoms in these flowing water have nothing to do with love, but they know the true feelings of two or two, and the confidantes are difficult to find. Peach blossom, those who know you are crying like you like you. The peach blossoms, you must be in the “Peach Blossom Source” in Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, is Shui Mei’s quietness? I do n’t know who to open it, just waiting for your valley safely, escape the ordinary and lively ordinary dust, tolerance, and forbearance In a loneliness, pure, clear, and faint place, let an infatuated lover who came from a distance meeting with you. In the early spring, you are waiting, waiting for your snow to open the veil, sting in a faint floral fragrance of the nose, let a curtain acacia cross the air -dried branches, stay on your other side, Wen Run still watched the loneliness. The peach blossom snow in March, bending the eyebrows of the years, bathed the years of the years, after thousands of turns, the encounter that was left in the air was left in March. The beauty in this world had a fixed number. The peach blossoms and the snow embraced the same. It was also lonely, faint, helpless, and sad, but more of the surprises did not miss each other. Peach blossoms and snow only choose to burn. Choose to run in hand in the wind of Lingyu in March to experience a kind of happiness that has never been broken. The painful pain, like joy, surprise, like a sang of shocking and gorgeous shadows, like a lingering moment eternity, seeing a unforgettable meeting inadvertently ………… Snow, the snow of Yushu’s wind, a few affectionate snow, only when I encountered this peach in March, can I have such a terrifying movement of the strange one. The embrace of laughter and the most beautiful Nanke one dream in March in the world never expected how to endure the spring, how to return to the initial starting point, nor did it want to re -outline the elegant gesture, back to the lonely look before the frozen sealing, The snow just wanted to fall quickly, falling forward to the waywardness, insisted on the casual gesture, and on the eve of melting the handsomeness, just for the encounter with a heart, starting with a heartbroken burning. The peach blossoms and snow, in the lonely and cold March day of the world, with the decisiveness of the stunning adhesion of the ice muscle jade bone, with the beautiful and beautiful beauty of the ice and jade, rushed to the flow of the world. I met for a long time, and maybe I wrapped around for a moment, and maybe a moment of condensation into a cloud of smoke. Maybe, many of the fate encounters the most beautiful, but at this moment, peach blossoms and Xue met at this moment. It is necessary to stage a wonderful romance. Snow, you want to dance wanton, let you look like; peach blossoms, you open it, gorgeous, with cold tears, do not pay attention to how many bitter winds, and how many of them are Most of them are shaking with the wind that is unwilling to wake up. Those scenery hiding in the warm old nest revisited the old dreams of the past. You crossed these cold foils, and it became the most eye -catching and stunning loneliness. In this snowy day, peach blossoms are the most beautiful, snow, and the most crystal. The peach blossoms are blooming, smiling; snow, floating, rotating; in the most beautiful gesture in the meeting, writing the most amazing strokes on the plain white picture roll, a peach blossom, a snowflake, followed by step by step, follow the step by step. , Two or two, open on the peach blossom fan into a cuckoo, and can not bear to look back when the peach blossoms are bonded into parting, drove in Tao Yuanming’s peach blossom source, and the ethereal clouds on the side of the bamboo stream were clear. ; Meet the most beautiful meetings in the seeming season of the world. In the peach blossoms, a silent meeting was set in the embrace of the snow in March, and it was staged. For thousands of years, the most beautiful three -lived stare. March, the most beautiful peach blossom snow is a coincidence, a chance? Is it a fixed number or a robbery? Is it the meeting to look back or a glimpse? I do n’t know, I do n’t know? I do n’t know? The years of the passing years, only when the peach is arbitrarily fell, and the colorful snowflakes, suddenly remembered that I was a returning person and a passerby in the snow in the snow. The only thing that can be done is in the snowy land, twisted a peach blossom in hand, thinking about the warmth of the whole peach blossom snow. beautiful, in March of the flow, a real -time peach blossom snow should be the most beautiful scenery at the time of spring cold. The aesthetic prose of the snow in the depths of 4 hours, snow, like the elves who came from the dream, with a dark fragrance, a clear, and textured beauty, went to an invitation of the world, dyed The fragrance of the soul, poured into plain thoughts, in the silent red dust, waiting for spring. -Xiang Xue Ruolan The winter of the northern country is still snowy glazed in January, soft and fine. The annual round of time, turning around in Su Bairi, leaning on the window sill, listening to Xue Luo’s voice, particularly light, very soft, as if afraid of waking up the sleeping earth, just flying between heaven and earth quietly. Snow, like cherry blossoms, pure, romantic, fragrant, hearing cherry blossom snow, like spring blooming; such as pear blossoms, innocence, beautiful, ethereal, a pear song, read life in the play; Gao Jie. The wind rises, thousands of flowers, the snow is fragrant, comfortable in the heart, pleasing to the eyebrows. Listening, the words of wind and snow, the branches of the winter shy kissing the winter, adding a few poems, a few romantic and crystal, those quiet and elegant thoughts, the soul of the snow, and the ferry of a pool of icing. The love, leaning on the years, talked about the warmth of this long -standing heart, slowly blooming. has always believed that snow has soul, such as a spiritual heart, clean, clear, pure white. And the thoughts of snow, like dreams, like fairy tales, bleed into the purity of beauty in the heart of the soul, that pure and meditated, sitting in it, there is an unspeakable condition, with the eyes, and the bottom of the heart, the bottom of the heart, the bottom of the heart, the bottom of the heart, the bottom of the heart, the bottom Rising with the soul. A ordinary fireworks, watch Snow Dance, in a peaceful, comfortable, quiet world, make the shadow of you, make the thoughts gently, gently fall into a mind, cook the last one The pot plum snow is pure incense at the entrance, elegant, appropriate, and graceful words to you. The inside and outside of the red dust, a snow stained with the world, washed the mixed, covering the hustle and bustle, only the strands of thoughts, through the crystal crystal of the snow, still shaking the branches of time. The years of wind and dust, willing to dye you with snow, and stay in the world. As soon as the wind blows, it is white, white, transparent, white crystal, and white. I saw the flowers in the soul of the snow full of bones. I heard the footsteps of Spring, not far away, looking at this snow, the aura of snow absorption, let the heart be removed from the dust, revealing the true and original warmth stroll open the small diameter, open the curtain of snow, cut the film elves, and want to find a delicate small box, hold a handful of snow, fold a plum, and send you together with the bright thoughts. The address is the waterfront of the heart. Snowflakes, saying the words of the six -petal truth, I think you understand, my thin mountains and thin waters have been inserted with plump wings, and you are just on the shore, waiting for me to flutter. The thought of the coming, gently hold it with your hands, the full love, warm love, deep thoughts, and a faint grass aroma, that is the taste of spring, hidden hidden language, Then, in the depths of the soul, hugging the heart tightly. The thought of it, when you meet, the flowers are in your heart, like spring, gentle the past, and time … At this moment, this curtain of plum blossoms that are sent to you are falling on your shoulders, and the night is bright. , Xinxiang’s poems, elegant and warm cold, the corners of your mouth are slightly raised, I understand what is the tacit understanding of the heart and the heart, what is the compatibility of the soul and the soul, I am here on the other side, you are on the other side, and you Staring at the distance, let the love that crosses the city, and scent with the plum blossoms, and sharing with Xue Luo, can it be good? Perhaps it would be a long time. I will write down the love in my heart in a paper ink. It will not stop my love for a long time when I have arrived in the southern country for a long time. Floating, thinking in the snow fall, pouring plain white, the color of you and my soul. Is when a touch of purity and swaying a plain world, spring has been slowly looking back far away. Wait for you to string a refined with a piece of snowflake to put on your sincere love for me, warm up my heart, and my heart is in my heart. The hidden uneasiness and affection, spring has slowly breeds in his heart. It incense flows at the fingertips, when the warmth spreads in love, when the thoughts are swaying in the wind, when the snow is filled in the silver bowl, I will use a pure heart, a little warmth, write a few to write a few times The lines of the lines are located outside the door, and only dipped in a small time in the snow, falling ink, glazed. Spring, I inhabited in the peach Rui waiting for you, the peach color reflected the cheek, revealing my thoughts. Essence In the summer, I am waiting for you in the beautiful water in Qingshan. Meeting. Only winter, I am waiting for you in a ray of snow souls, dyed its aura, and dynamic between heaven and earth. Snow, exquisite, thorough, convey the true, beautiful, pure artistic conception, is a white in the winter. Essence Nian is a tree glazed in the bottom of the heart. In the windy moon, the swaying cricket is the longness of happiness, the companionship of the heart, and the joy of silence. In at this time, snow spreads a layer of softness, brushing, and shaking place in the vast world. Rejection when I miss me. Snow, it covered the hustle and bustle, covered the glitter, but could not cover the ray of dust, and was rushing to an invitation of the world with a compassionate attitude. Close to your warmth, in the silent red dust, invite you to wait for spring together. The aesthetic prose chapter describing the snow 5 time passed, as if it was directly deleted in my memory, the golden autumn I skipped, and I still felt that I did not completely wake up from the cold heart of spring cold. Come over, snow comes, but fortunately there are snow, so that the northeast wild winter also has its tender side. Snow in the Northeast always cannot make people refuse. It is not as reserved as the snow in Jiangnan, and it is called and unsatisfactory. It is not as good as the snow in the northwest, rough. The snow in the northeast is always so good, generous, and no need to wait for it. It will naturally come when it comes, and never twist. At the time of the next time, I was determined to return to the world’s face, thoroughly pulling up and spring, summer, autumn, and buried the remains of the remaining red. Its character is just like the boldness of the Northeast. Snow in the northeast is a characteristic culture with a strong plot. Naturally, the locals need to say that most of the foreigners can’t escape the plot of the northeast snow. The silver sturdy of the mountain tree is wrapped in the mountain trees, and you can’t forget to fall off the snow on the banks of the Songhua River. Fortunately, I am a guest here. It a person standing alone in the quiet and snowy wilderness, the kind of quietness seems to be only listening to the place where the whole world is listening to the snow, letting all the thoughts, let the snowflakes along the tip of the nose, along the tip of the nose, along the tip of the nose, along the tip of the nose. Sliding down, it is as if you are clearing tea, the fresh feeling slowly transparent every inch of skin; it seems to be reading a philosophy of life to integrate its calmness and calmness into the body and mind; A baptism, the dust in my heart was silent with the coolness of the heart. If you put down, you should let go, forget the coming and go, and feel that he has become a white snowflake, and slowly integrates into the mountains of the world. spread the hand, pick up a few pieces of snowflakes, and then turns into a stalling water, slipping along the fingers. I can’t help but sigh, some things cannot be forced to force, like snow, can only be appreciated, and it means losing, and it is naturally the best. St steps to walk back slowly, the crunching sound under his feet is like his own life notes, and it feels so kind and real. Looking back, each of the snow in the snow is not a stamp in life by the snow in the snow. These imprints will eventually be covered by the hustle and bustle. Only in front of me is still white. The road is still under his own feet. has always believed that snowflakes are the falling flowers in the sky. The snow in the northeast is undoubtedly the most amazing one. The snow in the northeast contains how many life and love. The aesthetic prose, 6 without snow in winter, has no time to take care of the weather and weather changes, and even the forecast that often pays attention to often pays rarely. I recently read the news and mentioned that East China has not seen rain and snow for more than 100 days. Suddenly I felt that this winter was really missing. Looking at the gloomy and depressed world in the mountain village, I thought of the scene of the past. The last heavy rain in this year of memory may be in the season in September, and it is more than four months since it is. God seems to be the final singing. The autumn rain of Lili has been in a row for six or seven days. I am not very sensitive to the weather. I not only wrote a small poem called [Qiuyu] in this log. Of course, that poem also It’s not just about writing rain! There have been almost no rain and snow in the following period of time. I thought about the sky in the sky and I was ecstatic in the space; This is the taste of winter. “The sentence, but the snow just gave me a joy. In the end, there was no world wrapped in silver, so it was not the winter in my mind. In I met a netizen named Piaoxue, obviously I met a confidant in this dry and lonely winter. Unexpectedly, her attachment to snowflakes far exceeded my love for snowflakes. The two of us talked about the desire for snow to meet each other. Together, it is the cleanest time on the earth, and it can create a fairy tale world for us. I think that if Andersen is accompanied by snowflakes all year round, there will be no princess Bai Xue and seven dwarfs. There will be no legend of the sparrows that become Phoenix. I often think like this, a long winter, if there is no snowflake partner, this should be a dark season! I still remember a little friend named whole son when we were young, we often play together. The teenager was naughty. We once wrestled in the snow in the snow in the moonlight, and shocked the adults present. Everyone is amazed by our two resistance and disdain for winter. I remember he was nine years old and I was eight years old. He had a red round face and a loud voice. It is very opinionated to me. I have a dependence and trust that he has almost worshiped. He often takes me and a group of little brothers to the market on the 3rd mile of the village to play. It was also a snowy noon. He led us to climb the hills in the south of the village. Under the old cypress tree of Lingding, he took the lead in taking off his cotton jacket and bare the backbone. “We learn swallow flying!” Quanzi took the lead to top the cotton jacket on his head, flying on the road in the mountain village, flying like a swallow. Shouting in my mouth; Flying, Flying, I am a swallow, I flew up! … The little cotton jacket flew in the snowflakes, the red face, the feeling of flying to me and the happiness of the whole son fixed In my childhood memory. But one morning before this morning, I clearly remembered that the goose hair was heavy on this day. The uncle of the whole son was carried by a seat in front of my house, followed by his elder brother who was five or six years older than him. , I kept wiping my eyes with the sleeves of the cotton jacket, crying … I followed them to a pit in their tomb, and when I put the seats wrapped in a whole child, I knew it. This is the whole son who died. Listening to the adult said that he suddenly got meningitis overnight. I don’t know sadness and feel sad. The red face and the feeling of flying in the snow often appeared in my future dreams. Speaking of this winter, I have been looking forward to snow. Looking forward to snowing and writing an article about snow. But until now, the long -lost snow was still unprepared, and I heard that the south that rarely snowed was affected by heavy snow and cold waves. This reminded me of the son who was far away in Guiyang, and he heard that it was also frozen. He wandered for a year alone, and his parents often cared about the parents. The day before, he finally got the information that he was going to go home on the 26th. This was undoubtedly the best comfort I got in this snowless winter. I thought of the feeling of calling dad and mother as soon as the guy entered the door. He might be fat or thin. Maybe he may not get fat at all! Today is the 23rd of the lunar calendar. It is the day when the legendary stove king is ascending the sky. It is full of years of taste. In the endless pedestrian, the butcher on the side of the side of the door is killing pigs. From time to time, the sound of piglets coming from time to time has indeed added a few years of color tone to the noon of this festival. The last singing of the livestock was connected together and I couldn’t help smiling slightly. Due to high blood pressure, I gradually lost my passion for pork. Although when I saw the hot and fragrant braised pork on the table, I occasionally took a few mouthfuls about those blood pressure routines. But I can no longer find the feeling and expectation of year and pork when I was a kid. When I ate dumplings at night, I thought of the son who was about to go home, and my mood suddenly improved. It this winter is not nothing. A few days ago, I still left a message in the space: “Fortunately, there are fragrant cars to welcome ladies, and there is no disciplinary banquet.” In fact, the first thing to get married was not my brother, but the younger sister of the same age and the oldest son. Brother Qiuhua. My sister was sent by me, marrying Jiyang County on the west bank of the Yellow River. We lived in a hotel in Jiyang County that night. The moment the little girl was crying at the moment when she put on the dowry, she was crying like tears. In addition to the joy of her wedding under the red hijab, she also had the grace of her parents, and the hardships of the future in the future. In short, we were present. Sigh. After that, I may write this wedding in a different place as an independent diary as a memorial. On the 8th, she married the younger sister who was like a fairy. On the 12th, she would marry a gentle and generous brother. Oh, this winter without snow, the lunar month in 2016, is destined to bring a touch of redness to my family and my life. It should be said that, like my sister who is married and married, it is also happy. Endlessly happy words, endless wedding wine. It still brings the past winter with strong joy and good memories to this winter. The New Year in a few days. It is about to enter the ranks of 2017. In 2016, this winter without snow did not give me much regrets. Spring was coming. I know that when the Spring Festival arrives, we must make heavy snow here. I am like you, looking forward to the arrival of that day …
In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with prose? Prose is not limited by time and space. Writing prose is inseparable from the most of the time. In order to help you better understand the prose, the following is the beautiful prose (6 articles) that I collected for everyone, for your reference to reference, I hope to help friends in need.
The aesthetic prose article describing the snow is large and small, and it has been intermittent for two days. It is not afraid of the cold wind that stabs into the skin, it has been difficult to get out in the house, but the snow given to the earth -the purity and whiteness of the eyes, so no regrets, happy and tranquil, it is reflected to the reflection to the back to reactoring to it. I am in front of the window, otherwise, why is my heart so quiet? Reading the book, I have never been sad and happy to think about the years and experiences, compare with the second and seconds of today, and imagine that I will reach tomorrow. The situation of the situation with the world outside the window should be met. There is no old -fashioned autumn, seeing the red dust, nor the naiveness of the insulting building, and in the bland life, we do not slowly greet everything inside and outside the body.
The snow sweeping outside, the human voice is endless, the door is pushed, the sky in the east has a red signs, the sun is coming, and she will start her reincarnation for a day. All of these, in the atmosphere they participate, I subconsciously walked out of the iron cricket, and the little girl next door was skiing wore a big boot, cheerful laughter and bright smile pulled my heart back to me.
The snow is very large, and it is very cold. There will be ice glazed. I look forward to the coming at night, because the day after night, there will be something I expect. Sure enough, when it was dawn, I quickly got up from the bed, and the low eaves were covered with glazed glazed with a long size. , I picked the biggest and brighter one, sprinkled sugar on it, regardless of my mother’s opposition, stuffed it into my mouth and ate it. The happy sound of fighting with my younger brother …
It is also Liuli today, but it is rare. I have never noticed. Occasionally, the same large and small, the same is translucent, clear, but very high, it is not too much, and there is no desire. There is no desire. Ideal, staying in a distant city, a rare party is a few years of interval. Isn’t this a great regret in the loss of the Tang Dynasty in my heart? In the snowflakes, there is no more interesting to enjoy the snow package. Afraid of injury, dare not love, dare not hate, there is no real experience, no substantial pain, and no substantial happiness. I always think that this is called maturity, called realm, called no regrets, but I do n’t know if I do n’t know …
The little girl accidentally slipped down. I ran over and didn’t want her to stand uprightly. The clumsy was gone. “Sister, let’s slip together?” This time, I did not say, “No, don’t want to learn.”
The beautiful prose article describing snow 2 Winter snowflakes have become legendary, and the snow in spring is late Essence
. She is the latest bride in this Jiazi. There are thousands of calls, the spring breeze is covered, and it seems to be with her lover. Send to the world.
In flying in spring snow, the wicker is still green; yesterday, the sun shines, letting the dry wicker that survives the severe winter gradually wake up. Today, she opened her cracked lips and sucked the cold snow. The soft wicker has the breath of life.
“The sunrise on the east and the snow on the west.” In the snow, there is still a round of the sun hanging in the sky, which is extremely small and as small as a person’s face; abnormally red, like a sunset that never fades, stains people. cheek.
The snow is still down, just at a glance, you know that there is nothing to do. The northern China snow scene of the original Chi Wax will only happen in the cold winter month. At this time, the snowflakes are just the messenger of the spring of the northern country, a spring invitation. The snowflakes look like ice rain, and the grains can not be worn one by one, sprinkled on the hair, and wet it; hiding in clothes, neglecting. Only on the ground, in the grass tip, and the natural world with zero degrees, only the mottled snow -although there are large blockbusters, but it seems that snowflakes to cover all their dreams will eventually be realized.
In snow, a bird’s wings rushed from the snow to the wall, like pecking, like pecking the scenery on the wall. There were a few birds and birds on the wall, and they fell leisurely, came to be companion, stinging. The birds like to live in groups. Huru, as if making an appointment, moved from the wall to the branches of a small tree together. Spring is warm, enjoying the unique pleasant of the first snow in spring. A firecracker fled all of them.
I thought that people would rush to Ruixue, who were waiting for this winter, and shouted, and was intoxicated for this strange snow scene that was reincarnated, but no. Perhaps it is a kind of thing that likes, a landscape that yearns for, and a life of longing, which is not as good as imagination; of course, it will not be as bad as it is.
The only came quietly and walked quietly; when the pillow woke up, he woke up and stepped on the snow.
This flashes flashed, muddy turbid flowing; hot air invading, ice crystal turns into black.
The spring snow, no cold temperature.
This snowflakes have become legendary, and the snow in spring is late.
The aesthetic prose article describing the snow 3 peach blossoms and snow, one is gorgeous and the other must meet in March before it is called the most beautiful.
The peach blossom snow in March, how beautiful the scenery, have you ever seen? Snow, elegant like a man, white shirt and blue scarf, elegant and passionate, from the clouds of clouds, only for the early spring of the early spring Duo Taohua came, not early nor too late, in order to go to a stream of years. Peach blossoms, peach blossoms in the early spring, tolerated the silence of winter, regardless of the majesty of the spring cold, regardless of the cold eyes of others, squeezed each other, scrambled to go to this spring date.
Yeah, early spring must be exclusive peach blossoms. The exclusive right of love only allows peach blossoms to monopolize. All the flowers and plants can only afford the words “charming and grace”. Peach blossoms are the fire that jumps in the cold. Once ignited, the passion floods. Peach blossoms only responded to their own hearts, and they opened their own love. They just burned for their own love. The performance of the performance is warm and graceful, and wantonly.
The peach blossoms encountered snow, and seemed to have waited for a millennium contract. March peach blossom snow must be a clever encounter on earth. Snow, rarely fell in March, and never thought that there was a peach blossom in the world, waiting for him to enjoy the spring of the season.
The snow is here, with warmth burning, when the hazy loneliness of the spring day, do not wake up the red and green and thin in the hibernation, only drunk the dance of early spring with the peach blossoms. In the air, the wind raised the elegant long sleeves, and fell into the eyes of the lame -like light, and recognized it with the peach blossom. This long -lost encounter, there is no agreement, nor is it prepared, but just on the way of the snowfall. Meeting, there is no early step, no late step, only in the early spring, only in this vast sea of people, in the lonely place of life, shocked each other’s hearts.
Peach blossoms, are you the peach blossoms in “Book of Songs, Zhou Nan, and Peach”? Burning Qi Hua, because of whoever fell in love, took the moment of Jing Hongyan’s eyes, let him discover, let him shock; as long as he casts a glance, he will be this Captured by Duo “Tao Zhi”, you wait, wait for you to see you, how delicate women are you! Yeah, only snow can be worthy of you, only men like snow Essence你听，你听，雪飘得沙沙，天地的声音都沉寂了，只有雪的声音，有一些急促和缠绵，如陷在一场迷乱的爱情里，雪啊!你的雪，以一种The desperate spirit and the spirit of burning their hearts came. This suffocating beauty, want to escape!
peach blossoms, are you the one on the genius Hou Fangyu and Li Xiangjun’s peach blossom fan? That fan must be white as snow. On the fan, the chastity, chastity, and rigid fan can become the most gorgeous peach blossoms. You use the stance of chastity without fear of death to the degree of destruction, unless it is for love, who can still use the gorgeousness regardless of everything. Lie Lai proves her purity. Peach blossoms, you are beautiful, make snow tears.
The peach blossoms, are you a peach blossom wine from Shi Xian Li Bai? Do you want to forget the rivers and lakes? These peach blossoms in these flowing water have nothing to do with love, but they know the true feelings of two or two, and the confidantes are difficult to find. Peach blossom, those who know you are crying like you like you.
The peach blossoms, you must be in the “Peach Blossom Source” in Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, is Shui Mei’s quietness? I do n’t know who to open it, just waiting for your valley safely, escape the ordinary and lively ordinary dust, tolerance, and forbearance In a loneliness, pure, clear, and faint place, let an infatuated lover who came from a distance meeting with you. In the early spring, you are waiting, waiting for your snow to open the veil, sting in a faint floral fragrance of the nose, let a curtain acacia cross the air -dried branches, stay on your other side, Wen Run still watched the loneliness.
The peach blossom snow in March, bending the eyebrows of the years, bathed the years of the years, after thousands of turns, the encounter that was left in the air was left in March.
The beauty in this world had a fixed number. The peach blossoms and the snow embraced the same. It was also lonely, faint, helpless, and sad, but more of the surprises did not miss each other. Peach blossoms and snow only choose to burn. Choose to run in hand in the wind of Lingyu in March to experience a kind of happiness that has never been broken. The painful pain, like joy, surprise, like a sang of shocking and gorgeous shadows, like a lingering moment eternity, seeing a unforgettable meeting inadvertently ………… Snow, the snow of Yushu’s wind, a few affectionate snow, only when I encountered this peach in March, can I have such a terrifying movement of the strange one. The embrace of laughter and the most beautiful Nanke one dream in March in the world never expected how to endure the spring, how to return to the initial starting point, nor did it want to re -outline the elegant gesture, back to the lonely look before the frozen sealing, The snow just wanted to fall quickly, falling forward to the waywardness, insisted on the casual gesture, and on the eve of melting the handsomeness, just for the encounter with a heart, starting with a heartbroken burning.
The peach blossoms and snow, in the lonely and cold March day of the world, with the decisiveness of the stunning adhesion of the ice muscle jade bone, with the beautiful and beautiful beauty of the ice and jade, rushed to the flow of the world. I met for a long time, and maybe I wrapped around for a moment, and maybe a moment of condensation into a cloud of smoke. Maybe, many of the fate encounters the most beautiful, but at this moment, peach blossoms and Xue met at this moment. It is necessary to stage a wonderful romance.
Snow, you want to dance wanton, let you look like; peach blossoms, you open it, gorgeous, with cold tears, do not pay attention to how many bitter winds, and how many of them are Most of them are shaking with the wind that is unwilling to wake up. Those scenery hiding in the warm old nest revisited the old dreams of the past. You crossed these cold foils, and it became the most eye -catching and stunning loneliness. In this snowy day, peach blossoms are the most beautiful, snow, and the most crystal.
The peach blossoms are blooming, smiling; snow, floating, rotating; in the most beautiful gesture in the meeting, writing the most amazing strokes on the plain white picture roll, a peach blossom, a snowflake, followed by step by step, follow the step by step. , Two or two, open on the peach blossom fan into a cuckoo, and can not bear to look back when the peach blossoms are bonded into parting, drove in Tao Yuanming’s peach blossom source, and the ethereal clouds on the side of the bamboo stream were clear. ; Meet the most beautiful meetings in the seeming season of the world. In the peach blossoms, a silent meeting was set in the embrace of the snow in March, and it was staged. For thousands of years, the most beautiful three -lived stare.
March, the most beautiful peach blossom snow is a coincidence, a chance? Is it a fixed number or a robbery? Is it the meeting to look back or a glimpse? I do n’t know, I do n’t know? I do n’t know? The years of the passing years, only when the peach is arbitrarily fell, and the colorful snowflakes, suddenly remembered that I was a returning person and a passerby in the snow in the snow. The only thing that can be done is in the snowy land, twisted a peach blossom in hand, thinking about the warmth of the whole peach blossom snow.
beautiful, in March of the flow, a real -time peach blossom snow should be the most beautiful scenery at the time of spring cold.
The aesthetic prose of the snow in the depths of 4 hours, snow, like the elves who came from the dream, with a dark fragrance, a clear, and textured beauty, went to an invitation of the world, dyed The fragrance of the soul, poured into plain thoughts, in the silent red dust, waiting for spring.
-Xiang Xue Ruolan
The winter of the northern country is still snowy glazed in January, soft and fine. The annual round of time, turning around in Su Bairi, leaning on the window sill, listening to Xue Luo’s voice, particularly light, very soft, as if afraid of waking up the sleeping earth, just flying between heaven and earth quietly.
Snow, like cherry blossoms, pure, romantic, fragrant, hearing cherry blossom snow, like spring blooming; such as pear blossoms, innocence, beautiful, ethereal, a pear song, read life in the play; Gao Jie. The wind rises, thousands of flowers, the snow is fragrant, comfortable in the heart, pleasing to the eyebrows.
Listening, the words of wind and snow, the branches of the winter shy kissing the winter, adding a few poems, a few romantic and crystal, those quiet and elegant thoughts, the soul of the snow, and the ferry of a pool of icing. The love, leaning on the years, talked about the warmth of this long -standing heart, slowly blooming.
has always believed that snow has soul, such as a spiritual heart, clean, clear, pure white. And the thoughts of snow, like dreams, like fairy tales, bleed into the purity of beauty in the heart of the soul, that pure and meditated, sitting in it, there is an unspeakable condition, with the eyes, and the bottom of the heart, the bottom of the heart, the bottom of the heart, the bottom of the heart, the bottom of the heart, the bottom Rising with the soul.
A ordinary fireworks, watch Snow Dance, in a peaceful, comfortable, quiet world, make the shadow of you, make the thoughts gently, gently fall into a mind, cook the last one The pot plum snow is pure incense at the entrance, elegant, appropriate, and graceful words to you.
The inside and outside of the red dust, a snow stained with the world, washed the mixed, covering the hustle and bustle, only the strands of thoughts, through the crystal crystal of the snow, still shaking the branches of time.
The years of wind and dust, willing to dye you with snow, and stay in the world. As soon as the wind blows, it is white, white, transparent, white crystal, and white. I saw the flowers in the soul of the snow full of bones. I heard the footsteps of Spring, not far away, looking at this snow, the aura of snow absorption, let the heart be removed from the dust, revealing the true and original warmth
stroll open the small diameter, open the curtain of snow, cut the film elves, and want to find a delicate small box, hold a handful of snow, fold a plum, and send you together with the bright thoughts. The address is the waterfront of the heart.
Snowflakes, saying the words of the six -petal truth, I think you understand, my thin mountains and thin waters have been inserted with plump wings, and you are just on the shore, waiting for me to flutter. The thought of the coming, gently hold it with your hands, the full love, warm love, deep thoughts, and a faint grass aroma, that is the taste of spring, hidden hidden language, Then, in the depths of the soul, hugging the heart tightly.
The thought of it, when you meet, the flowers are in your heart, like spring, gentle the past, and time … At this moment, this curtain of plum blossoms that are sent to you are falling on your shoulders, and the night is bright. , Xinxiang’s poems, elegant and warm cold, the corners of your mouth are slightly raised, I understand what is the tacit understanding of the heart and the heart, what is the compatibility of the soul and the soul, I am here on the other side, you are on the other side, and you Staring at the distance, let the love that crosses the city, and scent with the plum blossoms, and sharing with Xue Luo, can it be good?
Perhaps it would be a long time. I will write down the love in my heart in a paper ink. It will not stop my love for a long time when I have arrived in the southern country for a long time. Floating, thinking in the snow fall, pouring plain white, the color of you and my soul.
Is when a touch of purity and swaying a plain world, spring has been slowly looking back far away. Wait for you to string a refined with a piece of snowflake to put on your sincere love for me, warm up my heart, and my heart is in my heart. The hidden uneasiness and affection, spring has slowly breeds in his heart.
It incense flows at the fingertips, when the warmth spreads in love, when the thoughts are swaying in the wind, when the snow is filled in the silver bowl, I will use a pure heart, a little warmth, write a few to write a few times The lines of the lines are located outside the door, and only dipped in a small time in the snow, falling ink, glazed.
Spring, I inhabited in the peach Rui waiting for you, the peach color reflected the cheek, revealing my thoughts. Essence In the summer, I am waiting for you in the beautiful water in Qingshan. Meeting. Only winter, I am waiting for you in a ray of snow souls, dyed its aura, and dynamic between heaven and earth.
Snow, exquisite, thorough, convey the true, beautiful, pure artistic conception, is a white in the winter. Essence Nian is a tree glazed in the bottom of the heart. In the windy moon, the swaying cricket is the longness of happiness, the companionship of the heart, and the joy of silence.
In at this time, snow spreads a layer of softness, brushing, and shaking place in the vast world. Rejection when I miss me. Snow, it covered the hustle and bustle, covered the glitter, but could not cover the ray of dust, and was rushing to an invitation of the world with a compassionate attitude. Close to your warmth, in the silent red dust, invite you to wait for spring together.
The aesthetic prose chapter describing the snow 5 time passed, as if it was directly deleted in my memory, the golden autumn I skipped, and I still felt that I did not completely wake up from the cold heart of spring cold. Come over, snow comes, but fortunately there are snow, so that the northeast wild winter also has its tender side. Snow in the Northeast always cannot make people refuse.
It is not as reserved as the snow in Jiangnan, and it is called and unsatisfactory. It is not as good as the snow in the northwest, rough. The snow in the northeast is always so good, generous, and no need to wait for it. It will naturally come when it comes, and never twist. At the time of the next time, I was determined to return to the world’s face, thoroughly pulling up and spring, summer, autumn, and buried the remains of the remaining red. Its character is just like the boldness of the Northeast. Snow in the northeast is a characteristic culture with a strong plot. Naturally, the locals need to say that most of the foreigners can’t escape the plot of the northeast snow. The silver sturdy of the mountain tree is wrapped in the mountain trees, and you can’t forget to fall off the snow on the banks of the Songhua River.
Fortunately, I am a guest here.
It a person standing alone in the quiet and snowy wilderness, the kind of quietness seems to be only listening to the place where the whole world is listening to the snow, letting all the thoughts, let the snowflakes along the tip of the nose, along the tip of the nose, along the tip of the nose, along the tip of the nose. Sliding down, it is as if you are clearing tea, the fresh feeling slowly transparent every inch of skin; it seems to be reading a philosophy of life to integrate its calmness and calmness into the body and mind; A baptism, the dust in my heart was silent with the coolness of the heart. If you put down, you should let go, forget the coming and go, and feel that he has become a white snowflake, and slowly integrates into the mountains of the world.
spread the hand, pick up a few pieces of snowflakes, and then turns into a stalling water, slipping along the fingers. I can’t help but sigh, some things cannot be forced to force, like snow, can only be appreciated, and it means losing, and it is naturally the best.
St steps to walk back slowly, the crunching sound under his feet is like his own life notes, and it feels so kind and real. Looking back, each of the snow in the snow is not a stamp in life by the snow in the snow. These imprints will eventually be covered by the hustle and bustle. Only in front of me is still white. The road is still under his own feet.
has always believed that snowflakes are the falling flowers in the sky. The snow in the northeast is undoubtedly the most amazing one.
The snow in the northeast contains how many life and love.
The aesthetic prose, 6 without snow in winter, has no time to take care of the weather and weather changes, and even the forecast that often pays attention to often pays rarely. I recently read the news and mentioned that East China has not seen rain and snow for more than 100 days. Suddenly I felt that this winter was really missing. Looking at the gloomy and depressed world in the mountain village, I thought of the scene of the past. The last heavy rain in this year of memory may be in the season in September, and it is more than four months since it is. God seems to be the final singing. The autumn rain of Lili has been in a row for six or seven days. I am not very sensitive to the weather. I not only wrote a small poem called [Qiuyu] in this log. Of course, that poem also It’s not just about writing rain! There have been almost no rain and snow in the following period of time. I thought about the sky in the sky and I was ecstatic in the space; This is the taste of winter. “The sentence, but the snow just gave me a joy. In the end, there was no world wrapped in silver, so it was not the winter in my mind.
In I met a netizen named Piaoxue, obviously I met a confidant in this dry and lonely winter. Unexpectedly, her attachment to snowflakes far exceeded my love for snowflakes. The two of us talked about the desire for snow to meet each other. Together, it is the cleanest time on the earth, and it can create a fairy tale world for us. I think that if Andersen is accompanied by snowflakes all year round, there will be no princess Bai Xue and seven dwarfs. There will be no legend of the sparrows that become Phoenix.
I often think like this, a long winter, if there is no snowflake partner, this should be a dark season! I still remember a little friend named whole son when we were young, we often play together. The teenager was naughty. We once wrestled in the snow in the snow in the moonlight, and shocked the adults present. Everyone is amazed by our two resistance and disdain for winter. I remember he was nine years old and I was eight years old. He had a red round face and a loud voice. It is very opinionated to me. I have a dependence and trust that he has almost worshiped. He often takes me and a group of little brothers to the market on the 3rd mile of the village to play. It was also a snowy noon. He led us to climb the hills in the south of the village. Under the old cypress tree of Lingding, he took the lead in taking off his cotton jacket and bare the backbone. “We learn swallow flying!” Quanzi took the lead to top the cotton jacket on his head, flying on the road in the mountain village, flying like a swallow. Shouting in my mouth; Flying, Flying, I am a swallow, I flew up! … The little cotton jacket flew in the snowflakes, the red face, the feeling of flying to me and the happiness of the whole son fixed In my childhood memory. But one morning before this morning, I clearly remembered that the goose hair was heavy on this day. The uncle of the whole son was carried by a seat in front of my house, followed by his elder brother who was five or six years older than him. , I kept wiping my eyes with the sleeves of the cotton jacket, crying … I followed them to a pit in their tomb, and when I put the seats wrapped in a whole child, I knew it. This is the whole son who died. Listening to the adult said that he suddenly got meningitis overnight. I don’t know sadness and feel sad. The red face and the feeling of flying in the snow often appeared in my future dreams.
Speaking of this winter, I have been looking forward to snow. Looking forward to snowing and writing an article about snow. But until now, the long -lost snow was still unprepared, and I heard that the south that rarely snowed was affected by heavy snow and cold waves. This reminded me of the son who was far away in Guiyang, and he heard that it was also frozen. He wandered for a year alone, and his parents often cared about the parents. The day before, he finally got the information that he was going to go home on the 26th. This was undoubtedly the best comfort I got in this snowless winter. I thought of the feeling of calling dad and mother as soon as the guy entered the door. He might be fat or thin. Maybe he may not get fat at all!
Today is the 23rd of the lunar calendar. It is the day when the legendary stove king is ascending the sky. It is full of years of taste. In the endless pedestrian, the butcher on the side of the side of the door is killing pigs. From time to time, the sound of piglets coming from time to time has indeed added a few years of color tone to the noon of this festival. The last singing of the livestock was connected together and I couldn’t help smiling slightly. Due to high blood pressure, I gradually lost my passion for pork. Although when I saw the hot and fragrant braised pork on the table, I occasionally took a few mouthfuls about those blood pressure routines. But I can no longer find the feeling and expectation of year and pork when I was a kid. When I ate dumplings at night, I thought of the son who was about to go home, and my mood suddenly improved.
It this winter is not nothing. A few days ago, I still left a message in the space: “Fortunately, there are fragrant cars to welcome ladies, and there is no disciplinary banquet.” In fact, the first thing to get married was not my brother, but the younger sister of the same age and the oldest son. Brother Qiuhua. My sister was sent by me, marrying Jiyang County on the west bank of the Yellow River. We lived in a hotel in Jiyang County that night. The moment the little girl was crying at the moment when she put on the dowry, she was crying like tears. In addition to the joy of her wedding under the red hijab, she also had the grace of her parents, and the hardships of the future in the future. In short, we were present. Sigh. After that, I may write this wedding in a different place as an independent diary as a memorial. On the 8th, she married the younger sister who was like a fairy. On the 12th, she would marry a gentle and generous brother. Oh, this winter without snow, the lunar month in 2016, is destined to bring a touch of redness to my family and my life. It should be said that, like my sister who is married and married, it is also happy. Endlessly happy words, endless wedding wine. It still brings the past winter with strong joy and good memories to this winter.
The New Year in a few days. It is about to enter the ranks of 2017. In 2016, this winter without snow did not give me much regrets. Spring was coming. I know that when the Spring Festival arrives, we must make heavy snow here. I am like you, looking forward to the arrival of that day …