Prose in winter in my hometown

The first article: "Winter Prose in Hometown"

When it comes to winter, people often think of such a scene: snow and ice cover, and the north wind is rustling. This cold and shivering season is often used by poets and writers to express their sad feelings, and the cold north wind itself has become more and more biting. In fact, if you think about it carefully, whether it's the ice on the glass window or the steaming stove, whether it's the dining table where the family doesn't sit together or the red cheeks of the children, it's warm, warm and comfortable. This is a warm winter, warm in the heart of winter …

Early in the morning, when I opened the door, it was white outside, and thousands of pears were blooming on the branches, with such pure colors and sincere feelings. Let me, a person who loves winter, be more intoxicated. The whole world is no longer noisy, people give up driving and start walking. Adults wrap up their children, and their red cheeks are full of cheerful affection. A heavy snow softened the whole northern country. The rising sun gradually rises from the east, shining brightly on this clean snow. It seems that heaven and earth are one. Such a beautiful scenery may make people feel so attached and fascinated only in winter. Love winter is not only her pure white snow season, but also a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, as well as a temporary farewell to the tranquility of traffic. The red leaves in late autumn are not as hot as in winter, but they are still so dazzling against the white snow. This season, melons and fruits are no longer fragrant, but they are still sweet and delicious, and the green space is no longer shining, but it is still lush and bright. Take a cup of hot tea, stand alone by this warm fire, and feel the vastness and grandeur of this northern homeland, sunny and refreshing!

In the afternoon, after lunch, I lay quietly in bed, feeling the warmest and most peaceful sunshine, such gentle years and such warm feelings in this day. Unlike the heat in summer, the sunshine in winter doesn't want people to escape. It seems that only by getting closer and closer will it get warmer and warmer. Unlike the dryness in spring, the sunshine in winter is not so impatient. It seems that the growing season has passed, so just wait for the rest. Unlike the sadness in autumn, when we enjoy the sunshine in winter, we don't feel sad and sorry. We prefer to be close to the sun, feel the warmth of winter, look forward to it quietly and pour out our hearts. It is no longer cold in winter. Looking at the people running in the park in the morning, you can feel the unique activities this winter. Winter is no longer lonely. Looking at those who go swimming in winter early in the morning, you can feel the unique vitality of this winter. Winter is a warm season. A little sunshine, a little warmth and a little expectation, let us be generous and full of expectations in this winter atmosphere.

In the evening, feel the splendor of the sunset. The sunset is like blood and the sea is picturesque. Chimonanthus praecox in full bloom in the yard has lost its delicacy in spring and summer, and become more stable and mature. In autumn, it quietly blooms, the fragrance slowly diffuses, and it becomes more and more intoxicating. Take a plum blossom, put it on the tip of your nose, walk slowly in the sunset, watch the burning sun and enjoy the beautiful scenery before it dies. Who, in this autumn scenery, sang that sadness for a long time ... Who, in this silent dusk, turned that stability into sobs ... Clouds reflected the sun, and the sky was camel red. Put on a thick coat, wear a shawl and long hair, and go out for a walk. Forget the faded yellow with sadness, stop daydreaming about the increasingly vicissitudes of face, pick up the fanatical heart, and carry the selected works of the past winter.

Dream lightly. What kind of life flies that day, walks on the ground, lives in the river, and what kind of life is not hot enough? Which individual is not fresh enough? Yes, it's cold, so what …

Recall the unique cleanliness and warmth of this winter, and feel the tranquility and abundance. Small bridges and flowing water are fairyland. Winter is warm and sunny, showing elegance. There are rough and crazy mountains in the north, even though they have been immersed in some desolation, the vigorous vitality is not far away, and the greenery in the coming year is still full of longing; There are elegant bridges and flowing water in the south. Even though it has dried up in the cold wind, the nourishment of the spring water is still there, and the call of the spring girl is still loud. No matter how the sunset takes away the late autumn time, the calm heart is still full of pace and richness. In this warm winter season, bring family and friends, feel the last warmth and heaviness before this winter comes, experience the true feelings of talking and laughing, and manage our lives with heart. By the steaming stove, the cool winter will be full and pleasant …

In winter, it is snowy, breezy and green. Although it is gone, the pure white tranquility can last longer.

On a winter night, the moon is thousands of miles away, quiet and peaceful. Although the romance in midsummer is gone, tranquility and elegance can also explain the most beautiful years. I love this warm winter scene, and I love this quiet winter scene even more.

The second part: Cao Hanqing's prose "Winter Sunshine" is selected in winter prose.

The afternoon sun shines on the yard through the thin clouds, which makes people feel very warm. The domestic cat squatted by the wooden stool, squinting lazily. After lunch, I visited my cousin next door. He sat in the sun and looked unhappy. I asked him to play table tennis with me, but he refused directly, saying that he wanted to walk in the sun. So I followed him and started walking aimlessly.

We crossed the wide and straight asphalt road at the head of the village, came to the vast wheat field, and walked slowly along the dirt road in the field. He was silent all the way, and sometimes he looked up at the sun, which shone on his bronzed face. When I spoke, he just looked back at me or nodded slightly, as if agreeing with everything I said. Actually, I know he's just perfunctory. His carelessness is unusual.

In winter, the wheat fields are empty and sparse, the wheat seedlings are sparse, the trees look thin and lonely, the ditches are full of weeds and dead leaves, and the faint sunshine shines on the fields and roads. This kind of scenery is rich and simple, like a sketch drawn casually by a painter with charcoal pen. My cousin and I walked through the wheat fields, past a cemetery, through lush forests, and then climbed up the high sand mountain. At this time, the sun is above our heads, so close to us that it seems that one hand can touch it. Ten thousand golden lights, like the slender and bright palm of the sun, gently touch us, making people feel soft and warm, and feel a powerful and unrestrained force injected into the body. My cousin and I sat quietly in the sun, overlooking the village, fields and rivers? Familiar earth, stone, grass and wood seem to be dyed with strange colors by the sun and look so magnificent. Selected winter essays.

"The sunshine in winter is the warmest and brightest." Cousin couldn't help saying that he tilted his face towards the sun. The golden sun shone on his face.

Soon, my cousin went to work in other provinces. He came back the next winter. He looks haggard, more sedate and less talkative than before. Aunt said he lost weight. It must be very tiring to work outside. He should have suffered a lot. One afternoon, my cousin asked me to take a walk with him. We still follow the previous route and enjoy the winter sunshine. He also came back before the Spring Festival in the third year, and only stayed at home for three short days. One afternoon, we went to Shagang to bask in the sun.

The sun and the moon keep spinning like a flywheel, changing relentlessly in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Every winter, my cousin and I always take an afternoon and walk to Shagang to get close to the sunshine. This has gradually become a ritual in our lives. I also believe that what my cousin said is right. The sunshine in winter is the warmest and brightest. It can light up the darkness in our lives, dry our wet breasts and warm our cold hearts.

The third article: "(the most popular prose essence of students) True feelings are everywhere _ Donglai Village"

It seems that only when it snows does winter make people feel poetic? The snowy day will end in the sunny day; It's still a cold and dry season, but some backlit old tile houses and gullies have to embrace a section of residual snow to recall the past when it fell, while frozen weeds are already thinking about another world. In winter, some things are very dry, just like the frozen lips of villagers. You must get wet and put on something oily to stop people's heartache. Some fantasies are very thin in winter. It seems that some old people need to cook hot mutton and cabbage soup to feed them and fantasize about a warm Chun Qing; Love in winter is very fragile. It seems to be wrapped tightly with the red envelopes of boys and girls in the village, so that love is not easy to break? Men all know that the sunshine in winter is very precious and short-lived. Although they have a hot bed with their wives running through their legs (of course, only thermos bottles are stuffed in the quilt heads of bachelors), they still yearn for sunshine, even though there are often a pot of old roots and a pot of fire in the old tile house. Countless cold mornings, they always take breakfast, bask in the sun in groups of three or five, drink porridge, and tell some dirty jokes and anecdotes that make people unable to eat. Women are also eager for sunshine. As usual, they stand by and smile with their rice bowls in their hands. You can eat a meal for more than an hour, but the water in the frozen pit froze, and all the guests visiting relatives in the village entered the gate. So rice in rural areas, especially rice in winter, is called "rice miles". Winter in the countryside passes day by day when men and women drink porridge; The sun in the country rolled over radish and cabbage when men and women chewed hot buns; The winter night in the country slips away quietly in the hot bed where men and women have legs; The moon in the country was awakened by the cough of men who worked overtime, and also died in the lewdness of stealing chickens and dogs.

Winter in the country is a day when matchmakers run around. They are always very enthusiastic about the girls and boys that Mingmei is marrying. They often run around happily for the bride price of 300 yuan or 200 yuan. They often make small airs for parents who blow their beards and stare at each other, and finally try to fix the marriage. Until a lucky day, the girl finally got on a wedding car and became the wife of a country boy with infinite scenery, living a simple life in the country like her parents. At this moment, the matchmaker's drunken wrinkled face showed a little fatigue and helplessness. Matchmaking gifts are not delicious.

Severe winter is a day that old people are afraid of. At this time, the old people always say the hard truth that they are not afraid of death, but they always plan the day of eating round buns guiltily. They know from old experience that once they get through the tough weather, Spring Festival travel rush will break through the "gate of hell" and eat round buns. With the laughter of their children and grandchildren, they are confident to usher in the next severe winter. However, the cold demon will eventually take away an old man's old age. The ideal round steamed stuffed bun can only be placed on the land where children and grandchildren sleep. Therefore, winter activities in the countryside are often enriched by the sudden fall asleep of an old man. The men in the village sent someone to collect two yuan from each household, bought several inferior cigarettes, several hanging guns and several bundles of fire paper together, and set off hanging guns in groups to show their condolences to the families who handled the funeral. Then they talked about the shortness of life and the hardships of winter, reminding each other that they don't know what life is like today. If they eat and drink, they seem to have broken the world of mortals. A few days later, they went their separate ways. Busy days unconsciously swallowed their lives, and their kind and strong bodies were frozen in the village in the cold winter.

In winter, we can only create some ordinary stories and topics in the village. This kind of story and topic came from the small courtyard with the sneezing and coughing of people in a village. It was tasted by villagers when they chewed wheat. It was women who leaned against the door frame when they visited the house. It is also the yellow chanting when the old cattle board squatted together to watch the cows pour foam. Your cow has eaten several sieves of grass, and my donkey has been pregnant for several months. They are used to the greedy eyes of cows when they eat grass, the crunching sound of donkeys when they eat grass, the strong tobacco leaves they have smoked for half their lives, and the cold in winter. I'm used to baking the wheat bran fire they lit in the cowshed. When the snow comes again, they will definitely pick up the displaced dry soil from the wild, put gaskets on their beloved livestock, and then heat the feed water to keep them warm in the snow. They usually only cover themselves with an old quilt-filial daughter-in-law will give them one.

They are afraid to cover the new quilt because they are afraid of soiling it. Some cowsheds with wives can't enjoy the wife's warm legs and feet. They are afraid that their daughter-in-law will joke and that the villagers will say that they are "old and have no cavity". So, one of them, an old cow board, may be quietly taken away by the cold current on a cold winter night. At this time, a cowbell jingled a tune with Kubinashi rhyme for him? When another winter comes, for a village, there is no old cow board, just like there is no old curved tree in the village, and no one cares. Only Lao Niuban's wife misses the past as strongly as the old root in the corner of winter night. This past will sprout, will sprout in a warm spring, like an old tree root?