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I'm from the northeast. When I first came to Nanjing, I didn't like winter in the south. I always feel that winter without my hometown is interesting.

If this winter is in the north, it will be unique.

Speaking of winter in my hometown, I can't help but mention ice and snow. The snow and ice gave us a special sense of satisfaction-yes, can this be called a winter without snow? When the snow elves come, they fly all over the sky like feathers, falling on trees, houses, vegetable fields, rivers and even the hearts of every northeast person: another winter is coming! Less than a meal. There is a floor on the ground. At this time, the children will shout, rush out of the house and jump and run in the snow, as if this beautiful winter belongs to us children. When I was a child, I always made a snowman and had snowball fights with my friends. At that time, I was weak, and a day was still a pile of snow, but we would still play in the snow for a day. Gradually grow up, sometimes I will sit quietly on the windowsill, silently watching the snowflakes fall, watching the snowflakes slowly decorate the mountains and rivers into silver; Sometimes I will go out of the house, look up and feel the cool feeling of snowflakes falling on my face, reach out my hands to pick up the glittering snowflakes and watch them slowly melt in my palm. The snow in my hometown is delicious!

Speaking of winter in my hometown, I can't help but mention sauerkraut pork soup. Take sauerkraut, make some fat pork (we don't want lean meat, we don't eat fat meat, we just borrow flavor), put a little seasoning, and a pot of the most distinctive dishes in the north will be ready. If once upon a time, it was a family sitting around the kang and drinking steaming and delicious sauerkraut soup, it would be comfortable. If we are in our hometown now, I think our family must be sitting in a warm room this winter, eating the sauerkraut soup made by our mother, looking at the beautiful snow scene outside the window and talking about our favorite topics!

But in this southern winter, there is no snow, no sauerkraut soup, and there is no heating in the house. I sit in the house shivering.

Thinking of this, I miss my hometown more, and miss the winter that lingers in my heart!

My hometown is a small city, but being small also has its advantages, especially in winter. Winter in my hometown is very cold. Every time I go out, my parents always protect me. You can catch your breath after rushing through the encirclement. You can still see it. Throughout the winter, the northwest wind blows almost every day, and staying indoors sounds like a wolf howling, which is frightening. This winter, I really answered that sentence: dripping into ice, breathing into frost. There is snow in winter, and there is certainly no shortage of winter in my hometown. It snowed all day, and every piece was about the size of a goose feather. There are always piles of snow on the ground, which looks like a continuous mountain standing on the side of the road. But this did not affect the children's play, on the contrary, it saved their energy and time, and they all made snowmen happily. See further, ho! This mountain, this water, this tree, and this house all seem to have put on a set of silvery white suits, each of which is shining with colorful light. With this snow decoration, even if it is cold, it is worth the money, which makes people feel less cold. Hardly had it snowed heavily when the ice on the ground began to freeze. The snow on the ground, coupled with the "crazy blowing" of the northwest wind, has a thick layer of ice everywhere on the ground and on the road, and a string of "ice valves" have been hung on the four corners of the house. Early in the morning, someone got out of bed and began to carve ice tinklingly, but it was also good exercise. In fact, you don't have to pay attention to them. They are symbols of winter. Isn't it good to see a few strings of "silver lights" hanging on the eaves of every household in the distance? Aren't a few "snow lotus" beautiful, too? The trees after the snow are covered with a thick layer of armor. Waving sharp swords, all stood in the "barracks" and stood by to charge. This is the unique beauty of my hometown in winter. This is winter in my hometown.

Winter is an angel sent by nature, putting an end to a tense year. Winter is the master of wheat seedlings, cover them with quilts; Winter is the natural enemy of all pests, which makes them wander around.

My hometown is Luoyang. Although it snows in winter, it is not cold. Although the wind is strong, it is not biting. It is really a treasure. It snows especially in winter in my hometown.

This flying snowflake, like jade chips, like feathers, like petals, falls quietly. Dancing in a cloudy sky. People like it at first sight. They are as clean as jade, as white as silver, as light as fog and as soft as wicker. They are so pure, pure and crystal clear; They are so quiet, so quiet. Every snowflake is a melodious, melodious and fresh music; It's all a lively, harmonious and vivid poem. Let your heart get drunk.

The winter wind in my hometown is soft. As soon as I opened the window in the morning, the cool wind came in and made me sleepy. When you open your arms and let this loving angel touch you again, you have forgotten everything. When you wake up, the invisible guest has disappeared without a trace. But there is still that fresh breath in the room. In winter in my hometown, people can't feel the biting cold, but the river has been frozen for three feet. People play freely on it. Look! Those naughty boys jumped up and down on the ice, stumbled and stumbled for a while, but they still laughed childish. Adults gather around a place to talk about things. Occasionally, I will see couples dancing hand in hand on the ice ... This silvery white world is really beautiful.

This is winter in my hometown.

In my hometown, in winter, all the leaves are gone, leaving only bare branches stretching straight into the dusty sky. The grass withered and fell to the ground, looking as if it were dead. The air is cold and dry, and the sun is high. It has long lost its power in summer, and sometimes it can't even feel its temperature. There are few birds, but one morning I was awakened by the sound of birds pecking at the window lattice. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to find it was snowing. Birds landed on the windowsill, pecking around habitually, trying to find something to eat, but unexpectedly woke me up and showed me the city in the sleeping snow.

It's winter in my hometown. Fallen leaves and hay used to make me depressed, the snow cursed me, and bloated clothes bored me. I have never felt the beauty of winter at home, but I feel long and hard. So when I came to the warm south, I was so happy.

But now I'm beginning to miss the winter in my hometown crazily. In the long cold winter, there is always a hot and delicious meal stewed by my mother on the warm stove. The afternoon sunshine shines on me reading through the glass of the balcony, which is warm. Time had better stop at this moment. On snowy days, several good friends always make an appointment to go shopping together. I still remember the year when the snow was heaviest. When I was in middle school, three of our good friends walked hand in hand on the frozen snow, and one fell down with the other two. ...

It should be spring in my hometown now. In this city where I live now, I often ignore how winter passed and how spring came, because the difference between winter and spring here is too subtle. The four seasons here are very subtle. Leaves are always so green, birds are always chirping and wake you up early in the morning. Although there is a lot of rain here and the air is always wet, it never snows here.

Because of the cold and withering in winter, my hometown can especially feel the warmth and vitality of spring. Now, riding a bicycle on the road in my hometown, the bare branches are wrapped in a green fog, which is a delicate green that no painter or writer can describe. I always thought: this is the smell of fairies in spring. The skin of the tree is too tight in winter, and the fairy's breath makes the tight skin of the tree breathe, so that it can germinate in spring. In spring, the green color of trees often changes in a few days. Occasionally, inadvertently, will you find that the leaves have turned this green?

What changes is the wind, birds, rain, the sky and everything you can see, because spring is coming.

In my hometown, these subtle changes seem to be in my heart, but here I feel that yesterday is like today, and today is probably the same as tomorrow. People seem to be insensitive to this nature.

The old man lives in Nanyang Pass, likes the play "The Firearms" very much, and has always been thinking about his hometown Nanyang.

Most cities have personalities. I don't know which city it is, but I think it's very interesting. Yes, every city has its own personality, and so does Nanyang. My family lives in a remote rural area in the southwest of Nanyang, which has nothing to do with the city, but the character there may be the concrete embodiment of Nanyang Basin.

Place is static, time is flowing, and regional character spreads in time. Throughout the year, years change, and each season has different memories. I like winter in my hometown best. I grew up there 17 years, and the winter of 17 years gave me the feeling of 17 years.

The winter wind is unforgettable. My town is located in the middle of two rivers, in the hilly area. West is Xishan, there is Danjiangkou Reservoir, and east is an open plain. The cold wind in winter blows from the northeast, making the straw stacks in the rice fields flicker, and the blown deciduous poplars are twisted naked in the air. What I like is the wind, especially in the silent night, running around the village with a group of children, listening to the whining sound, just like the chivalrous man riding a horse in the cold wind and taking a ride with his sword in the movie. Chivalrous man may have been a dream in the little boy's heart, but the winter wind gave me such a feeling of starting my dream.

The snow in winter is unforgettable. My family lives between Qinling Mountain and Huaihe River, which is the geographical dividing line between north and south. The temperature sometimes drops to a few degrees below zero, and snowy weather is common. Snowflakes in my hometown are very heavy, and the common snow is goose feather, which mostly falls between winter solstice and severe cold. Generally, a thick layer will fall in one night, and when you wake up at dawn, you will see a vast white world, which is dazzling. Making a snowman was something I used to do when I was a child. Sometimes my little hands will be red with cold, but this activity is far more enjoyable than this grinding. This is a season to eat snow. On the snow, I picked up a pile with my hand and poured it into my mouth as a cold drink. Mother often shovels snow with a shovel, puts it in a pot, boils it into boiling water and seals it in a jar, saying that it can cure heatstroke in summer, but the effect is really effective. When the snow melts, there will be skating knots on the eaves, and children will take them off as fighting tools until the popsicles turn into snow water in their hands.

The days in winter are unforgettable. The bluest season of the year in my hometown is winter. The sun hangs in the southern sky, and there is not a cloud in the empty sky. The whole pot of green tiles is buckled on the top of the head. In the field, the wheat seedlings show shy leaves and hide in the soil, as if afraid to disturb the high blue sky and frozen soil. Hay is spread by the ditch, and one or two grandmothers will drive a group of goats there to chew. Biting is gentle, barking is lazy, like eating grass, more like sunbathing under the blue sky. We children will fly kites in sunny weather to see who can fly high.

The moon in winter is unforgettable. I really don't want to sleep at night when the moon is full in May. I will visit in groups and listen to adults chatting. The moon hanging in the sky is as big as a disc, and the temptation to reach out and pick it will always make a group of children stand there and watch. When you are bored, climb trees. A big tree is crowded with people, and then you argue about which is WU GANG and which is Chang 'e on the moon. You won't stop until the adults stand under the tree and rush home. The moon in childhood can't be found anymore, and the numbers can't climb up. The story of WU GANG and Chang 'e can still be told, but there is no passion and no audience.

Winter is the coldest season and the smallest season of everything. I love winter alone. The winter in my hometown has a unique emotional appeal and charm by the basin, and the pure natural wandering makes me memorable, not to mention the blending of humanities. It has been six or seven years since I left my hometown. I have never heard of the winter wind in my hometown, eaten the winter snow or seen the blue sky. I only miss the season when there are stories in the wind, snow in dreams, cloudless sky and moon in Wan Li. The unique temporal and spatial characteristics of the basin margin can only be found in dreams.

Winter, gray season, like winter, perhaps lonely mood and gray attitude towards life are at work. But I didn't feel it then. I just think this is my most fulfilling season. I live in another city now. I don't like winter anymore. Maybe my mood is changing, but I still can't let go. It was winter in my hometown.