Nature is wonderful, with four seasons, while some people like spring, some people like autumn, some people like summer, some people like winter,
In the cold winter, my hometown is like a quiet girl, and sometimes I put on a white coat and cut off the summer winter sun, which is neither as spicy as the tropics nor as faint as Beijing. It is warm and alive, and it is really brilliant, and sometimes it is as warm as the little spring in March.
In the evening, all was quiet, opening the door to see the small pieces of snowflakes fluttering, but I could no longer hear the rustling sound. I looked up and saw the torn cotton floating toward you, as the ancients wrote. After the battle, the jade dragon was defeated, and the scales were all over the sky.After a while, the sun came out, reading Chairman Mao's emasculation and looking at the lines of red dress, and then looking at the present, there is no flavor.
Snow is floating, falling on the surface of the water, and the blink of an eye is gone, but the hometown seems to be even hotter, and it is the winter of our hometown.