Winter is over (1)

Is winter over like this

When the wind blows, people feel it, like soft hands, touching people's cheeks, the branches tremble slightly, and the sweet scented osmanthus fragrance is elegant.

During this period, the sun came out from time to time, the clouds were thick from time to time, and it rained cats and dogs from time to time, which made people worried about their work every day.

My best classmate has transferred last semester. I thought that I could ignore everything about her, or even slowly forget it, but now I understand that a gust of winter wind can also blow all her body odor to the South Ring Primary School, which is buried in the depths of memory. Once inadvertently surfaced, it would make me dizzy and heartache.

Thinking of her, my hands and feet are cold, and I am greedily breathing the winter wind, as if to engrave all this deeply in the future memory. If winter passes by like this, I can't recall the time I spent with her that year again; Did you just run out of my sight? If the winter is still here, I must keep it. I must hold it like a kite and not be blown out of my sight by any wind.

However, the old man of time has come and has taken away the friendship between us. I may not cry for a friend like before, let alone cry a lot. I would also like to thank Old Time for compiling the purest and most beautiful book between us and printing it in my heart. At this time, I think her smile is so amiable, giving people a great power to remove worries.

Do you still remember that butterfly flower in the sunshine of childhood, it is beautiful and blooming on your head, full of innocence. I grew up slowly, and my mood changed imperceptibly.

Or was the teacher right? "It's better to miss each other than meet each other. We will see each other again if we are destined"

Grade 5 of South Ring Primary School in Shunde District, Foshan, Guangdong: Liang Jiaxin

Winter is over (2)

I like winter, like winter sun, like the soft and warm light, like wrapping myself like an oil bucket in winter, but still with a silly smile on my face.

——Title

Summer · Winter Sun

When I was young, I felt that summer was really good. I could swim, wear skirts and, most importantly, eat ice cream. But thinking about the family eating KFC on New Year's Day, they put on a thick down jacket and licked the cone. In fact, they have a different flavor.

ha-ha. I know it's summer now. I'm still digging watermelons with a spoon. I'm still trying to turn down the air conditioner. I've even just taken off my jeans shorts and put on my pajamas. But because I have been thinking about winter all summer this year, when I just ate oranges, I really had a bit of illusion. The winter sun has splashed on the window and reflected on me.

Cicada Singing, Orange Flap

Somehow, this summer, cicadas around my home stopped calling. When it was late at night, the dead silence in the air was refreshing. I once thought autumn was coming. But in the afternoon, cicadas suddenly sounded, and I didn't know what was surging in my mind for a moment.

Orange, the favorite fruit in winter, is sweet and sour. It went on sale this summer. Although it was only slightly yellow, it was enough to satisfy me. I imagined a plate of oranges in the winter sun, and didn't stop until ten fingers turned yellow. It was so warm!

In the evening, I went out of the teacher's house to study. A cold wind blew, and I hugged my arms joyfully. It was the so-called: If summer has passed, can winter be far behind?

Winter is over (3)

The grass grows and the warbler flies to arouse new life, and the dormant creatures in the cold winter also begin to show their heads. Those pines and emeralds come one after another. Seeing the ups and downs of green, they will turn into golden and plump. As they turn from year to year, winter will come again.

At first, it was quiet, and the flowers and birds had no shadow. It was rare to see sunny days in several places, and it had to be discounted by the cold in the heart piercing nest. But there is still some sky blue, grass yellow and pine green. Until the end of winter, accompanied by the journey, there is a world of pale.

With one foot down, the deep impression flows on the road, naked together. It's loneliness, and it's also winter like independence. It seems to be easy for other three seasons to be warm and colorful, as if there is no pleasant smell of flowers, and there is no satisfaction of bumper harvest. It is cold and aloof, not much like.

Seeing that winter, it's hard not to recall the "winter" of your life. Maybe it was a failure in a test, a loss of opportunity, or even the crying of tears after natural and man-made disasters. It is hard to count the winters of every person, big or small, and it is sad to recall them. Even if we are lucky enough to have not met them yet, we always want to meet the cold wind and hide ourselves.

You should have your own plan to add clothes and reduce clothing. Why not have a duel with Winter? Pain makes you grow. When your feathers become full, you will be invulnerable. When you are frustrated, you will work hard. When you are successful in a small way, you will reach the peak again. When you leave, you will be strong. When the mountains are high and the waters are far away, you can fly freely. Winter is just like those difficulties. It is really bitter and has difficulties, but it will always pass and a hundred flowers will blossom.

Look, my friend! Until the new buds in March, the sea of flowers in May, and the osmanthus in August are full of fragrance. The wind in that winter had no biting effect, and the road of life was wide and bright, and there was no haze.

Winter is over (4)

Is winter over like this

When the wind blows, people feel it, like soft hands, touching people's cheeks, the branches tremble slightly, and the sweet scented osmanthus fragrance is elegant.

During this period, the sun came out from time to time, the clouds were thick from time to time, and it rained cats and dogs from time to time, which made people worried about their work every day.

My best classmate has transferred last semester. I thought that I could ignore everything about her, or even slowly forget it, but now I understand that a gust of winter wind can also blow all her body odor to the South Ring Primary School, which is buried in the depths of memory. Once inadvertently surfaced, it would make me dizzy and heartache.

Thinking of her, my hands and feet are cold, and I am greedily breathing the winter wind, as if to engrave all this deeply in the future memory. If winter passes by like this, I can't recall the time I spent with her that year again; Did you just run out of my sight? If the winter is still here, I must keep it. I must hold it like a kite and not be blown out of my sight by any wind.

However, the old man of time has come and has taken away the friendship between us. I may not cry for a friend like before, let alone cry a lot. I would also like to thank Old Time for compiling the purest and most beautiful book between us and printing it in my heart. At this time, I think her smile is so amiable, giving people a great power to remove worries.

Do you still remember that butterfly flower in the sunshine of childhood, it is beautiful and blooming on your head, full of innocence. I grew up slowly, and my mood changed imperceptibly.

Or the teacher was right, "It's better to miss each other than meet each other, we will see each other again"!

Winter is over (5)

Is winter over like this

When the wind blows, people feel it, like soft hands, touching people's cheeks, the branches tremble slightly, and the sweet scented osmanthus fragrance is elegant.

During this period, the sun came out from time to time, the clouds were thick from time to time, and it rained cats and dogs from time to time, which made people worried about their work every day.

My best classmate has transferred last semester. I thought that I could ignore everything about her, or even slowly forget it, but now I understand that a gust of winter wind can also blow all her body odor to the South Ring Primary School, which is buried in the depths of memory. Once inadvertently surfaced, it would make me dizzy and heartache.

Thinking of her, my hands and feet are cold, and I am greedily breathing the winter wind, as if to engrave all this deeply in the future memory. If winter passes by like this, I can't recall the time I spent with her that year again; Did you just run out of my sight? If the winter is still here, I must keep it. I must hold it like a kite and not be blown out of my sight by any wind.

However, the old man of time has come and has taken away the friendship between us. I may not cry for a friend like before, let alone cry a lot. I would also like to thank Old Time for compiling the purest and most beautiful book between us and printing it in my heart. At this time, I think her smile is so amiable, giving people a great power to remove worries.

Do you still remember that butterfly flower in the sunshine of childhood, it is beautiful and blooming on your head, full of innocence. I grew up slowly, and my mood changed imperceptibly.

Or the teacher was right, "It's better to miss each other than meet each other, we will see each other again"!

Grade 5 of South Ring Primary School in Shunde District, Foshan, Guangdong: Liang Jiaxin