Sentences describing the sadness of winter nights

1, it's cold, and it seems cold when it's cold. It was warm and sunny a few days ago, and a snowstorm came without warning. It's too cold to be caught off guard. Just like I am now, sitting here with cold hands and feet, chewing the cold that keeps coming out of my heart. I always say I'm cold, but I've never been so cold as today, as if I suddenly fell into something in my heart. It's so heavy

They are still flying, and the answer to me is the singing of birds. So I calmed down and listened to their stories. Somehow, I heard a trace of sadness from them. On second thought, yes, every sky and cloud they passed, and every inch of land corresponding to it, are the places where they used to fly and live! That's right, this trace of sadness is exactly what they are reluctant to give up in their hearts, and it is nostalgia for here. They are saying goodbye to people, things and everything here. Listen carefully again, and the sadness of parting is revealed. Yes, they will throw their physical strength and tears unreservedly on this land where they were born and raised, even if they are late for a warm place because of this time delay, they will suffer many unnecessary tortures on the way. ...

It didn't snow in early winter this year. Early winter has been waiting for the first snow in winter. His first love has ended 10 years, and the snow hasn't come yet. She quietly guarded and waited ... to recall Xue Fei's dance in the past and expel her cold body.

4. Monotonous pure white haunts the earth in winter. It also seems to bring a sense of loneliness. White is always so sad and beautiful. It makes winter cold. Flowers are no longer in full bloom, birds are contending, the sun is no longer blazing, and storms are raging. Even fruitful, phoenix tree dancing never appeared. Winter is like a angels in white, bringing a quiet beauty immersed in sadness. Listening to the voice of mother tree, I fell asleep. Because he knew that winter was coming. Hay is ignited and burned violently, turning itself into ashes, warming your frozen heart with fire, and drifting away with the winter wind, where will it be white?

At first glance, it seems that I can't see the end of the street, just like my heart has already lost its temperature. A hazy fog filled my whole world and I lost myself. I can't find warmth and greetings, but I see indifference and absurdity; A wild goose flying south aroused ripples in my heart, leaving me with only loneliness and helplessness in the face of reality and endless yearning for my hometown!

6, winter is inherently sentimental, quiet sometimes makes people panic, and white sometimes makes people feel lonely. In the sad winter, have you ever met anything that makes you sad?

7. Snowflakes are falling quietly. In the cold air, I seem to see warm tears. That's because I appreciate my life, my friends, the people I love and myself. I saw tears melt the ice and snow! I don't know if I'm feeling what winter means, what I'm expecting, happiness and happiness in the future, or if I'm still waiting and wandering in a pale world. ...

8. Sad winter, monotonous white, haunting the earth. Winter represents the arrival of spring, and the cold is about to pass. After winter, it's spring with a hundred flowers! Spring smells of flowers and birds, but I prefer quiet, pale and unique winter.

9. In winter, I often lock myself in my room and turn up the music to the maximum. I thought I wouldn't feel lonely. I thought I wouldn't think of you. That's exactly what I thought. I can't escape from my memory after all. Music flooded my mind and my heart began to ache all over. I ran away from you, but I couldn't run away from the past.

10, winter is white and quiet. Although white always makes people feel so bleak and makes winter full of chill, it gives people a quiet beauty and a force that cannot be ignored like an angel.

1 1, the snowflake gently brushed my cheek, and I seemed to feel a little chill, but I found hope from this cold world and the destination in my heart! In fact, I have always understood that I am not as happy as they say, and my heart is no different. In the understanding and care of the frozen world, I am used to tasting the bleak and cold winter alone. I am no different from you. In fact, my heart is more easily broken. It's just that I buried that kind of sadness in a deep, deep, deep place, called "the sadness of the soul", and I don't want to mention it again ...

12, falling snowflakes, like my frozen heart, fall, fall to the ground, fragmented. When snowflakes are dancing lightly, (www.lz 13.cn) my sadness is unbridled, full of butterflies, lonely, but high.

13 In the severe winter of March 9, the cold wind was biting, and a burst of biting cold wind hit people. The cold in winter makes people fall into a state of melancholy, loneliness and sadness. The cold of winter makes heaven and earth change color, and everything is amazed; The cold in winter makes people feel lonely and helpless.

14, the river stopped slowly in a hurry, so as not to wake the sleeping fish, it flowed slowly. I want to know whether his heart is invaded by winter, whether it is cold or warm. All the partners around me have left, leaving only one person to sigh silently and stare blankly at the dark sky, filled with unspeakable helplessness and loneliness. There are only a few wooden stones waiting around you, and the only way to communicate is to look at each other.

15, a person's winter, accustomed to walking in the busy street after dark, lighting a cigarette, quietly leaning on the corner, watching the pedestrians coming and going, watching the happiness that doesn't belong to me, tears unconsciously across my face, I used to have that happiness.

16. In winter in the south, there won't be thousands of miles of frozen snow singing sad songs, nor will you wake up every morning and open the door to see that the whole world is white and there is no noise. In the winter morning in the south, there is only thick and heavy fog, which makes people unable to see the road ahead. In the winter morning in the south, there are no clear insects and birds singing, and there is a dead silence around, even few pedestrians. At eight or nine o'clock in the morning, sitting in the classroom, you can see the sunshine outside the window through the glass window, which is very warm and transparent. At this time, if you can stand in the sun and bask in it, it must be completely warm.

17, the winter sun still shines like a fireball at noon, as if to burn your skin, and the sun shines on your face like a moth.

18, think about it, how hard the long winter is! However, there are always ups and downs in life, and the road cannot always be calm. I remember someone saying that winter is the saddest season. In winter, there is no passion for sunshine, beaches and waves, no flowers and butterflies, only biting cold or snow. How can I not admit that your emotions have been infecting me? How I hope to have a gorgeous and romantic summer!

19, I like winter very much. I like to wrap myself in thick clothes, because it can make others not see my empty heart. I like to look up at God's tears when it snows. In winter, God is always wronged, because his tears are cold. He likes to watch the snowman stand proudly in the cold silvery white with a smile, but he is full of heartache. He likes to look back at his footprints in the snow, because it can make me feel that I am the only one in the world.

I believe that winter is a season of farewell, youth, suffering, hope, despair and warmth ... All beautiful and desolate words are shouted from this season, and it is too late to say goodbye in panic, which condenses into a sad expression that is gradually opaque in time. Huang Like Shujun's "Non-stop Sorrow" seems to see the beautiful silhouette of youth passing by with sadness, but he can't stop to say goodbye.

2 1, flying snow holds my thoughts and spreads endlessly towards your heaven. Yesterday, I left my face, still in front of me, as if it were an endless nightmare. If I want to fill this heaven, I choose to forget you forever, and the attachment in tears becomes a moat. This story has no ending. Recalling yesterday, the tide gave birth to the sea, and you said with a smile that you would never part. At that time, the oath was just a scam.

22. The weather is fine, and the sunlight is refracted through the thick curtains, so the whole room looks particularly bright. The sun shone on my face and my heart sank to the bottom in an instant. It's very cold. It is really cold. I took out everything in the room to keep warm. I put everything on my body, but I'm still cold. Tear off the curtains crazily, and the broken beads fall on the floor, making a crisp sound. I broke everything that glowed in the room, and I tore up everything about you. Sitting on the ground, watching the room in a mess. The wind, blowing the branches outside the window, knocking on the windowsill, seems to be singing alone!