Sentences describing winter wheat

In winter, wheat bends down again and enjoys the silence of winter. .......

George sander French

I never like winter in the country. I can't understand the tastes of the rich. They regard Paris as a carnival place in the season which is the most unsuitable for holding dances, paying attention to clothes and extravagance in a year. In winter, nature invites us to enjoy family happiness by the fire, and it is in the countryside that we can enjoy the rare bright sunshine this season. In the big cities of our country, the smell is stinking, and the frozen mud almost never dries, which makes people sick. In rural areas, a piece of sunshine or a few hours of wind can make the air fresh and the ground dry. Poor urban workers are well aware of this. They were stranded in this dump because of helplessness. The artificial and absurd life that we rich people lead violates the arrangement of nature, and the result is lifeless. The British are wiser. They went to the country house for the winter.

In Paris, people imagine that nature is dead for six months, but wheat begins to sprout in autumn, and the bleak sunshine in winter-as everyone is used to describing it-is the most brilliant in a year. When the sun clears the clouds and falls in a sparkling purple robe in the winter evening, people can hardly stand its dazzling light. Even in our cold country, which is inappropriately called temperate zone, everything in nature will never get rid of clothes and lose its vitality. The vast wheat fields are covered with bright carpets, and the low sun in the sky casts a jade-like light on them. The ground is covered with beautiful moss. Gorgeous ivy is painted with bright red and gold stripes like marble. Primrose, violet and Bengal rose smile under the snow. Due to the ups and downs of the terrain, due to accidental opportunities, there are still a few flowers that have survived the cold, so that you can feel the joy of accidents at any time. Although the lark disappeared, how many noisy and beautiful birds passed by and rested by the river! The snow on the local ground shines like a bright diamond in the sun, or when the ice hanging on the treetops forms magical arches and indescribable crystal colors, what is more beautiful than snow? In the long night in the country, everyone gathered together affectionately, and even time seemed to be at our disposal. Because people can calm down and think, spiritual life becomes extremely rich. Isn't it a great pleasure to sit around the fire with your family on such a night?