Beautiful prose describing winter

In winter, although there are no charming birds and flowers in spring, no spectacular lightning and thunder in summer, and no attractive rich fruits in autumn, there are also implicit beauty dedicated to nature. The following is my beautiful prose about winter. Let's have a look.

Beautiful prose describing winter 1: In a leisurely winter, I am used to running in the morning fog and walking in the evening. Compared with the northern Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, Lincang in southwest Yunnan is a good place with flowers and green hills, which is warm and comfortable. People who have lived in this land for generations have lived in the footsteps of seasonal cycles!

I was born and raised in Sri Lanka. In my memory, spring is the season when life awakens, summer is the season when everything recovers, autumn is the season when the earth matures, and winter is the season of leisure.

When the north wind blows the melodious flute, autumn leaves us, and time is sweet and gentle. With the blessings and greetings of the years, Lincang's winter comes as scheduled. The north wind exudes a strong winter charm, which is convergent, subtle, low-key, Jing Ya and leisurely.

The land of Lincang in winter seems like a beauty who takes off makeup. Although the performance is over, her charm is still there. The north wind slowed down all life together, so Itsuki Midoriba in the evergreen monsoon forest began to rest quietly. ：

At this moment, the vast green hills can no longer contain the true colors of the earth, and Shan Ye has revealed mottled khaki and khaki. Looking around, the whole world is a freehand brushwork landscape painting, thin and empty, with a faint sketch but deep charm.

The rolling mountains seem to have lost a circle, revealing their true posture, like the beautiful image of a thin beauty turned around, Tingting's, drifting away, making people fall into a fascinating reverie. I guess all creatures living in this mountainous area with human beings, such as birds, snakes, insects and beasts, will also know the changes of seasons. In the cold winter, they will hide in a winter fairy tale, silently count the past of this spring, summer and autumn, and perhaps think about the future, as if silently. Perhaps they are sticking to a story handed down from generation to generation: "Live one year, sleep deeply, and wake up in spring." I think, if we tell the poet, "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" They must be able to laugh in their sleep.

"The Tree in Winter" is a lyric poem written on this land of Lincang, which is rough and bold, graceful and delicate; Many trees, such as pine, cypress, tea tree and many unknown broad-leaved trees, grow in Shan Ye all year round. A few trees, such as peaches, pears, persimmons, walnuts, kapok and walnuts, have lost all their leaves in the bleak autumn wind, leaving only weathered branches and bare crowns; Those deciduous trees, since the first autumn leaves fell, trees began to sing praises to the earth. I like to look back at the fallen leaves. It feels magnificent. Leaves rush to the embrace of the earth, once again turned into soil, without nostalgia, with the generosity of the phoenix. Trees shed leaves, making the charm of winter magnificent and desolate. The leaves of the trees are all gone, just like soldiers waiting for their pillows, ready to face a baptism of wind and frost.

Although those evergreen trees don't shed leaves, they grow slowly from autumn and almost stop growing after winter. Looking closely, the buds on the branches are withered and shriveled, covered with scales and hairs, and the leaves are green and yellow, revealing the message of silence and aging. People living in Lincang are happy if they can feel the change of seasons and the charm of winter from the leaves. Winter is a test, both for trees and people. Only the wind knife and frost sword that can withstand the cold winter can embrace warmth.

The wind in winter is the bold lyrics engraved between heaven and earth in Lincang, or the moon and stars are sparse and the sky is boundless, or the iron plate and the peach blossom fan are not at the bottom of the river, and the artistic conception is far-reaching and broad. Listen, the wind, like a distant whistle, comes and goes. Take a walk in the whistling wind, it will be blown through immediately, and it will be cool, which will make you feel the complete chill, which goes deep into the bone marrow and reaches the bottom of your heart. Perhaps, in Lincang, in the southern land, and only in the whistling north wind, you will understand the connotation of winter and experience the taste of cold.

Walking in the winter wind, I often recall some past events of my childhood. Father can always perceive the warmth and coldness between heaven and earth from the wind and count the days with his fingers. He will choose the coldest day in his hometown to kill Nian pig, pickle pure bacon and sausage by himself, and let the family live a delicious old age. Mother is watching with her eyes to see if the wind has cooled the earth into frost. She wants to make preparations for the coming year by pickling pickles with different materials and tastes, such as soy bean curd, soy bean sauce and preserved vegetables, during her short stay in first frost. I like to chase, run and play barefoot with my friends in the cold wind. I am an ignorant and fearless boy chaser. In a blink of an eye, more than 50 years have passed in the wind. I am old and can't run, but the wind is still as young as ever, and the pace is still so thorough and neat that I can come and go freely.

The warm sun in winter in Lincang always shows her gentleness and kindness with the gentlest gesture. The sunshine is thin, rubbing, faint, not warm and not bright, but it is enough to make people feel comfortable. I remember when I was a child, in the winter leisure season, people in the cottage were used to bathing in the warm sunshine, thinking about the distant past and planning their work for the coming year, with slow tone and lazy manners. Time goes by quietly, people often take a nap in the warm sun in winter, and half a day suddenly passes, feeling that the days are so simple, warm and comfortable. Mother likes bask in the quilt in the sun. The quilt that has been dried for a day, wrapped in the smell of sunshine, and the warm and fragrant feeling will definitely bring me a good dream all night.

Lincang is dry and cool in winter, with little rainfall. It is best to visit relatives and friends, or go sightseeing. People in rural areas often arrange festive activities such as building houses, moving to new homes and getting married in dry and leisurely winter; Unlike the far north, it is always snowing in winter, the snow falls silently, the years are frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow floats in Wan Li; After the snow, people will hide in the castle of Andersen's fairy tale world to "cat winter" and spend a long time in their leisure, perhaps reading by the fire or sending messages endlessly, which is poetic but not free; Lincang in my hometown is different. Even if the north wind blows dark, you can do all kinds of outdoor activities without scruple. Although the temperature is not cold, you don't have to wear heavy winter clothes. You see the wheat, rape and broad beans in the field are still growing freely. People walk in the streets and work in the fields in thin clothes.

Fog is the spirit of Lincang in winter, morning fog is the ornament of this mountain, and foggy winter is wonderful. Standing on the top of the mountain, every valley is shrouded in cotton-like fog, and the rising sun reflects the continuous peaks, just like a sacred mountain island floating in the sea of clouds. The whole Lincang land is like a western paradise, mysterious and charming. If you are in the valley, it is another world. The dense fog makes everything blurred, the visibility is low, the sense of orientation is poor, and the boundaries between heaven and earth, people and things seem to have disappeared. Near noon, the morning mist cleared away, and the earth was like a beauty waking from a dream curtain, delicate and clear, gentle and elegant.

I like to listen to monsoon singing and live in the footsteps of festivals. I praise my hometown. I love Lincang, a red land. She has no heating in summer and no heating in winter.

Beautiful prose describing winter II: I stubbornly believe that the real winter stays in childhood.

In the countryside, as soon as winter comes, it goes into a blank.

A year's farm work is finished. Fields and mountains are empty. The seeds are still in the barn, the saplings are still on the slope, the cows are tied in the fence, and the dogs are wandering in the village.

Winter, the end of the year, is used to clean and review, dust off the corner pane and clean the square table. Sharpen and cut vegetables, chop wood and code. Heap potatoes, sweet potatoes, winter bamboo shoots, kill a pig ... Prepare homemade rice wine, and winter will begin in the fragrance of wine.

I like my village being filled up gradually. Those who have gone far away from home, those who have finished a year's work, like migratory birds returning home, come back with big bags. The dust on the road makes them blush, which is the color of joy and satisfaction. This joy infected everyone in the village.

Among the guests coming from afar, it would be even more gratifying if one of them is his own relative. When I was young, we often looked forward to waiting for my uncle who was studying abroad and my aunt who was working outside. Wait for my uncle to hug himself and throw him into the air; Wait for my aunt to take out a gift from the city from her colorful bag. In childhood, a gift brought back from a foreign land filled the child's heart with surprises. Only in winter, on the calendar of life, will this bright color appear; Only in winter can our childhood open this surprise.

I also like those farmers who have been busy with spring ploughing and autumn harvest for three seasons to cross the walls they have played with. The sun fell on their shoulders, faces and gray hair. They moved along the wall, forgetting festivals and time, and forgetting the passage of time. Their hearts are clean as the threshing floor blown by the wind. Their hearts have entered the hinterland of this moment and entered the most peaceful period of the year.

In the dead of winter, after college, I don't know how thick the snow is outside the window. It has never snowed. Parents will get up early, put sweet potatoes and potatoes on a green tile, add large pieces of charcoal to the stove, make a fire and put the green tile on the fire, so that when we wake up, sweet potatoes and potatoes will be cooked. The aroma of food sticks out its tongue, crosses two Chai Men roads, crosses the high wooden threshold, gets into my bed, gets into my nose, lets the naughty aroma wander around the room, tempts the stomach for a while, and makes the stomach growl and sing an empty plan.

The real winter is in the country. Lin Bo, who sells firewood for a living next door, often brings surprises: sometimes, he catches a lost rabbit on a snow-covered mountain; Sometimes, he and a group of little boys can ambush wild boar foraging around in the village. I hid in the snow outside the house, stepping on footprints with new cloth shoes, and suddenly I had an unspeakable taste in my heart. That's great.

The real winter is in the country, in childhood. After many years, there has always been a white past. It's still snowing on the window, the wheat seedlings are still secretly providing for the body under the snow, and grandpa's old cow is still sniffling in the bar. Only we are drifting away, drifting away …

_ _ Remember the past winter.

Beautiful prose describing winter III: Another snowy winter in the north!

Walking in the snow, both legs pay attention to wings, but snow, ice and cold are all written by us northerners! Perhaps because I was born in the north, I am used to flying my mind in this season. ...

A cold wind blew last night, and the endless green autumn turned into winter in a blink of an eye. Thick snow covered our dreams last night, and before our smiles could touch the last beautiful image of autumn, a white world appeared in front of us!

Standing in the thick snow, I am looking for, where is the promise of autumn?

The leaves are messy and buried in the snow, and the way they leave can make us feel their struggling figure in the cold wind. The leaves in the snow are like yellowed handwriting, and I silently read her name. The previous story, like a 1 overflowing river, flooded into my mind. Yesterday, the leaf was like a believer in a season, full of flowers and fruits, just like a letter held in his hand. In the hiss of the north wind in winter, he read the words again and again, and his youthful feelings were as sour and sweet as lemons. That long-lost season, when I read the letter, came, as if it were an empty pledge of eternal love, and I could still stay together in this vast snow for 500 years.

What kind of emotion should this be? Days have taken away too much from us!

In the season of farewell, every time, I will stand there and stare. If I don't have it at this moment, it will keep me awake. Human life is limited. I don't want sleep to occupy a large part of my life. I firmly believe that I can't change nature, but I firmly believe that only I can change myself.

Night always makes people feel lonely, just like tonight, in the whistling northwest wind, recalling the laughter and tears before that scene, let loneliness go hand in hand, in the freedom of breathing. I remember a brother and sister once said that I was beautiful at night, like a dark elf. When I have gone through season after season, I am still like an elf in the night, hiding in the clouds. In the same world, I have such a longing heart. Why is it just the beauty of the night? Who should I talk to and express my heart? Confused eyes staring at the ceiling, let the tears pass over the cheeks, but they can't string together, just like the time in memory, the distant picture is still there, but it can't bond the laughter of that day, a burst of sadness!

Autumn is gone, and he hasn't put away his last lingering foot. All the footprints of memories are buried by the snow and grass in early winter, and the words of autumn have become memories. Prosperous years, smiling faces at harvest time and leaves torn by the wind have all become stories hidden under the snow!

In winter, I like snow. I opened the window. When I see a white world, there is always a warm current in my heart, and my eager heart can no longer stop looking forward to it!

Some people are afraid that the chill of winter, no matter how beautiful the image and warm the smile, may be turned into a cold shadow by the cold current. Only faith is the temperature of this season!

I remember it was winter a few years ago. When I was young, I often visited my grandmother with my father. The sky is also snowing heavily. Walking on the road, my father always comforts me. It will arrive soon! In fact, I was so cold that my hands were numb and my face was blue with cold. But after hearing my father's words, I kept going. Although every time I go to my grandmother's house, I don't have the warmth I imagined, but this kind of affection gives me a warm desire. Only then did I know that it was a kind of faith!

Life can't be without faith, which is a true meaning that winter tells me!

Stepping on the wheel of years, we have stepped into this winter again. The heavy snow covered our dreams last season, but we didn't lose the pace of progress. With the pace of life, we run in the snow. That's the desire to wave to us. Our love and pursuit have become a kind of faith, which has solidified our faith in the difficult journey!

In winter, there is another layer of concern for relatives!

It's snowing, and the cold wind has told everyone in the world, but our relatives still conveyed the words of "adding clothes to keep out the cold" to us at the first time. The chill of winter can drive away the prosperity of autumn, but it will never drive away our family, friendship and feelings! A true feeling on earth can turn Leng Xue into a stream of spring water, as long as we have love in our hearts!

Entering this winter, although I don't know how many stories there are in front of this season, I won't feel cold. I will continue to pursue the footprints of this season with the unfinished words of last season. This is a life responsibility: passing the torch of love!

It is said that when we enter winter, we will enter a long waiting season, but what I want to say is that as long as our hearts are full of longing, our love will still burn in this season and bring our longing for life to the next spring-like year. What a perfect expectation!

Winter burned my heart again, so I wrote the same words as snow!

After reading the text this winter, I learned more about the value of faith and affection!