Weather-related handwritten newspaper

Winter is a cold killer, he killed many lovely little souls. He withered flowers, grass and leaves. You see, all the leaves of poplar trees fell overnight. From a distance, it looks like a golden wave rolling up and down. Listen, the sound of flowers sighing in the wind and the words of grass crying under the moon are so helpless and sad. The birds heard their sighs and cries. There is no winter hiding in the south.

But winter is a gentle girl. She painted the morning sun red and spread white gauze on the earth. You see, the sun rising in Ran Ran in the blue sky appears from behind a tree, like a drunk's face. Its brilliance shines on the earth and brings a little warmth to people. The country road is covered with frost and rustles under people's feet.

Winter is a weak old man. He once hobbled in Cang Sang, suffering from snowstorms, but he still did not change his love for nature. You see, winter wheat seedlings are covered with quilts, deciduous trees are the winter fertilizer he insists on cultivating, and the fields ravaged by pests are the pesticides he applies. He makes pine trees greener, wintersweet more fragrant and the sky higher. People are stronger. He gave all his best things to the world and kept nothing for himself. When the footsteps of spring approached, he left so suddenly and gave his hopes and blessings to the new year.

In winter, no matter what posture you present in front of us, you are the most Leng Yan, beautiful and unforgettable. I hope it helps you. I reprinted it.