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＊ Snow is the most beautiful scenery in winter! Snowflakes dance with the wind, and the cold branches are dotted with the fragrance of plum blossoms. The sky is filled with white air, and it is fluttering on the passers-by. The wind rolls over the door eaves and disturbs the dreams, and the snow falls on the window sill and ice freezes. One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces. Ten pieces, hundreds of pieces, thousands of pieces, fell to the ground and formed a piece. Snowflakes are the most holy flowers in the world. When you listen quietly to the sounds of nature, the hustle and bustle of the world seem to have left you. Jade is frozen on the banks of the Songhua River, and the foggy setting sun locks the city across the river. What is left is pure tranquility, which is the smoothness of the mind that forgets everything. It is the plainness and tranquility of life breathing freely in a world without dust. Some people say: What you taste is the beauty of "thousands of pear trees in bloom". What you feel is the romance of Wagou where "thousands of households are coming with snowflakes"! ＊ That year we said goodbye, but now it's snowing again. Missing your song makes Nazhimei drunk. Perhaps, the sound of falling snow is better than the famous music played on the dumbbells. Because no piece of music can compare with this heavenly sound Snow falls like a white gauze, drifting over the eaves, covering the green mountains, jungles, and fields, covering the ground with white frost. Mei Xue fought hard and refused to surrender, so Yuren Pavilion paid for the review. The plum blossoms are three cents whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms. Listening to the snow, I like to wear a red coat and walk around the frozen lakeside, small bridges and under the trees in the snow. Listening to the crunching snow under my feet, leaving a series of deep footprints, I feel like I have entered a kingdom of snow. The snow is like a pure and beautiful picture. Snow is like a fresh poem. Snow is like a gorgeous song. The snow is like an ethereal dream. ＊ Zhongnan has beautiful Yin ridges and snow-covered clouds. Lin Ming said that the fog was rising and the city was getting colder again. The soul of snow, white and crystal clear, never hides dirt. The dance of snow, flying and dancing, cannot conceal the happiness and joy. The spirit of snow nourishes all things and nurtures budding life. The charm of snow, tranquility and distance contain the wisdom of plants. Snowflakes, like dream-seeking butterflies, curl around and dance affectionately with the smile in my eyes. The red tears falling from the snow, the dripping cold fragrance will make you drunk. The beauty is covered with water, and the flowers and bones are piled up. The falling snow is the most beautiful scenery in winter! Snowflakes dance with the wind, and the cold branches are dotted with the fragrance of plum blossoms. In the dream, the eaves of the wind door are closed, the snow falls on the window sill and the ice flowers bloom Heavy snow fell from the sky like goose feathers. It is as white as jade and as silver, as soft as mist and as soft as cotton wool, and as cool as smoke and frost. Ups and downs, flying with the wind ＊ The north wind blows the snow, and I travel thousands of miles to the plum garden. On Jijunyao stage, two couplets were flying in front of them. When you raise your face, you will see one, two, or countless snowflakes curling up on your hair, eyelashes, and lips, like a girl's kiss! Shy, cold yet warm Then, at that moment, my heart gave birth to a lot of love and a touch of warmth... Thousands of miles of gray clouds sleep in the daytime, and the north wind blows the geese and snow. Don't worry, there will be no friends in the future, and the world will not recognize you. Winter is a season of deep thought, and the snowflakes all over the sky are coming through the lintels of autumn in response to the promise of winter. ＊ Shen Chen's drums became more urgent, and gradually the sound of people died. The light outside the window is blown out, reflecting the snow in the sky. The ice crystals actually danced in the wind, making them look like snow. The crystal clear and white fog pine trees were blown down by the howling cold wind and turned into snowflakes again! Fluttering, swaying, dancing gently, falling longly I get up and lie down again with all my worries on my mind, and the night is too long to pass. The wind blows the snowflakes like falling flowers, and the moon shines on the ice like a broken mirror. Heavy snow is sparse in the morning and dense in the evening. The vast expanse of white filled the world with chaos. The mountains and rivers are romantic, and the world is lonely. The branches are bent and the beard and hair are dyed white. The wilderness is deserted, and the rivers are turned into silvery ground. Pushing and squeezing like sisters, side by side and holding hands! When you pick them up with your hands, you will find them dripping small, gently, and softly, like the noble white swan shaking its arms, letting the feathers flutter and fall down! Then it becomes a ball, a cluster, a piece... ＊ There are several plum trees in the corner, blooming alone in the cold weather. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming. The earth has been frozen for the past nine months, and it's the forty coldest days of the year. Walking on the road will make you feel the biting wind! What catches the eye is always the nature of a place, with mountains and plains stretching as far as the eye can see. Ice and snow cover the earth, and the cold floods the autumn scenery. The rocks are surrounded by ice and snow, and pines and cypresses are embraced by ice flowers. Under the blue sky and white clouds, with frost and snow hanging among the trees, the earth seems to smell the breath of spring. Spring is coming! When the snow is gone on the southern slopes, the geese fly north, and the grass roots are filled with spring sunshine. No one comes to Qujiang for a long time. I circle around the cold pond and return alone. Flowers pass by in spring, leaving behind wisps of delicate fragrance. The leaves passed by in summer, leaving patches of shade. The wind passes through autumn, leaving behind waves of golden waves. The snow has passed through winter, leaving behind all kinds of hopes As the cold weather approaches, please say something gracefully... Cold! 2025. January. 16Th.

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