Winter morning, it's cold. The wind was blowing, blowing in the face like a knife like pain, travel people wear thick hat, wearing a warm coat.
Winter morning, it is quiet. The original rivers have become unusually calm, cannot find race each other's shadow, secretly hid the naughty nature, become so calm, gentle and quiet, seems to be asleep.
Winter morning, is spectacular. To find a corner quietly standing around a misty. The distant mountains, near the trees are shrouded in mist, a vast expanse of whiteness, and the heavenly scenery no two. The mist blowing, filar silk cool. In the sun out of the moment, the fog is the most concentrated, slowly, slowly fade away.
Winter morning, is beautiful. Occasionally find a not to spare the flowers, in the cold winter quietly open, the original beautiful flowers after a heavy fog of washing, it is beautiful and lovely. Looking at people comfortable, also let people love dearly.
I am greedy of breathing in the morning fresh air, I really want to release a song, to express my feelings. Oh You are cold, you are quiet, you are magnificent, you are beautiful......
冬天的早晨，是寒冷的。寒風(fēng)呼呼的吹著，吹到臉上如同刀割一樣疼，出行的人們都戴上厚厚的帽子，穿上了暖和的棉衣。 冬天的早晨，是安靜的。原本湍急的河流也變得異常平靜，再也無法找到你追我趕的影子，偷偷的藏起了調(diào)皮的本性，變得那么平靜，溫柔，似乎恬靜的睡著了。 冬天的早晨，是壯觀的。隨意的找到一個角落靜靜地站立，到處一片迷蒙。遠處的山，近處的樹都籠罩在霧里，白茫茫一片，和天宮的景致別無二樣。薄霧撲面而來，透著絲絲涼意。在太陽出來的一瞬間，霧是最濃的，慢慢地，慢慢地淡去了。 冬天的早晨，是美麗的。偶爾找到一朵不屈不饒的小花，在寒冷的冬天悄然開放，原本美麗的花兒經(jīng)過大霧的洗滌，更是美麗可愛極了?？粗屓耸娣?，也讓人心疼。 我貪婪的呼吸著早晨新鮮的空氣，真想發(fā)放聲一曲，借此表達我的心情。哦！你是寒冷的，你是安靜的，你是壯觀的，你是美麗的……
冬天的早晨，是寒冷的。寒風(fēng)呼呼的吹著，吹到臉上如同刀割一樣疼，出行的人們都戴上厚厚的帽子，穿上了暖和的棉衣。 冬天的早晨，是安靜的。原本湍急的河流也變得異常平靜，再也無法找到你追我趕的影子，偷偷的藏起了調(diào)皮的本性，變得那么平靜，溫柔，似乎恬靜的睡著了。 冬天的早晨，是壯觀的。隨意的找到一個角落靜靜地站立，到處一片迷蒙。遠處的山，近處的樹都籠罩在霧里，白茫茫一片，和天宮的景致別無二樣。薄霧撲面而來，透著絲絲涼意。在太陽出來的一瞬間，霧是最濃的，慢慢地，慢慢地淡去了。 冬天的早晨，是美麗的。偶爾找到一朵不屈不饒的小花，在寒冷的冬天悄然開放，原本美麗的花兒經(jīng)過大霧的洗滌，更是美麗可愛極了?？粗屓耸娣?，也讓人心疼。 我貪婪的呼吸著早晨新鮮的空氣，真想發(fā)放聲一曲，借此表達我的心情。哦！你是寒冷的，你是安靜的，你是壯觀的，你是美麗的……