A composition with the theme of feeling in winter.

The four seasons are like songs, and life is like poetry. Spring is full of flowers, summer is sunny, autumn is fruitful, and winter is finally here. The city is rapidly cooling down, and the cold breath of winter comes to my face, revealing the biting cold.

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The land is flowing and the seasons are changing, dancing slowly with the sparse scenery in winter. There seems to be no flowers this season, just like inadvertently sketching the cleanliness of winter into a splash-ink freehand painting, which is a bit poetic, a bit clear, a bit vicissitudes, but has infinite charm.

Stand in the cold wind of winter and feel the solemnity of winter. From a distance, the branches and leaves are sparse, the grass on the ground is yellow, and only some tiny sunshine is scattered around, as if to attach a trace of abundance to the lonely heart.

Knocking on sleepy thoughts intentionally or unintentionally.

When winter comes, will everything become lazy? You see, the noisy riverbed sleeps in the cold and stops rushing. You see, I don't know when the river has condensed, and I can't see the beautiful reflection of the past anymore. You see, the leaves are falling gently, the birds are standing quietly on the branches, counting the fleeting years in the winter scenery.

Flowers bloom and fall, and it is a few degrees cold in winter. Looking at the endless clouds, I hold the fragments of time, listen to Ting Yun's worries, and collect the feeling of humidity in this bleak landscape in winter. Between the waves, there is a wandering soul.

The dust of the years, I do not know when, has been quietly put into the sleeve of the winter scenery, sleeping lightly. I started looking for the frozen line. In the memory of melting snow, the scenery of spring gradually becomes clear, and they are depicted together with the songs of winter. ...