Describe the winter life of the ancients Ant Forest

Describe the winter life of the ancients in the Ant Forest: the earth stove is still surrounded by wood and fur.

Description of winter:

1. It’s snowing. What beautiful snowflakes. When early winter comes, snowflakes promptly report the coming of winter. When get out of class was over, the students ran to the playground. Some were cheering, some were jumping, and some opened their hands to catch the flying snowflakes. Behold, behold, the earth is covered with snow. There is snow everywhere on the sky and on the ground. White earth, white houses, white woods.

2. The night is so silent, and the continuous music played on the TV makes my soft heart breed more sweet fantasies and lingering longings. This sweet longing is so poetic. Painting is so intoxicating that you can indulge yourself in it and cannot control yourself.

3. The winter sun is particularly fond of Shanghai. It warms people’s hearts and brings smiles to their faces. The office workers hummed light songs and went to work happily; the old people happily sat in the yard chatting about household chores and tidying up their old belongings...

4. That ray of sunshine is cold and cold The sky is glowing with red clouds, the frost-covered earth is immersed in wisps of cold air, and through the gaps in the mist, thousands of strands of light and shadow fall on the world. I fantasized about reaching out to catch that ray of winter sunshine, but it always slipped through my fingers without a trace.

5. In winter in the countryside, the fields are covered with a thin layer of frost. Through that thin layer of frost, you can see the rigid land below, which is frozen and cracked. The newly unearthed wheat seedlings in the field are so timid. The originally green leaves have obviously been labeled with their own unique label by winter, like a child's face that has been frozen in winter.

6. Winter is still so cold. The small room is still the shadow of my own loneliness. What comes in and out is your own footsteps. A person's night is not only quiet but also deserted. Sometimes, sleeping alone on a cold bed, I breathe out a thin layer of heat through my own weak breathing. Looking at the dark sky outside the window, thinking about life, what I am looking for, I can't find a clear answer. I can only let myself indulge and be tired, and fall asleep calmly.