The countryside doesn't seem to care much about prosperity and prosperity, and what is held in the palm of your hand is a kind of tranquility and serenity.

Especially in this rainy winter, the lead is lost, like an ethereal and gentle dream.

The rain slowly left behind the roof tiles, and finally dripped on the ground, dripping into a curtain of dreams.

The trees on the mountain withered, the grass withered, the grass withered, and the flowers fell......

Outside the window, the cold wind was bitter, and bursts of biting cold wind blew mercilessly, like a sharp knife, scraping the skin painfully.

Tranquil Dad is still busy turning over the soil in the winter, and planting what he wants to plant in the next spring.

My sister was cooking at home, and when she came back from work, her father had a mouthful of hot rice to eat and a bowl of hot soup to drink.

My mother's illness has slowly recovered, and the family has been supported by my grandmother and uncles for a year.

The neighbors helped me a lot, and my father came back from working in the fields, washed the dirt from his hands, and changed his clothes covered with mud.

I hurriedly asked my mother about the situation, and when I saw that everything was calm and fine, I sat down to eat with peace of mind.

In winter, the weather is always dark and early, especially when it rains, it is easier to lose sight of the gray weather earlier.

The heating at home is made of charcoal or wood directly on a small fire for heating, and at night the family sits happily together to roast the fire.

In winter, you can also roast sweet potatoes while roasting the fire, and potatoes, so you can bake whatever you want to eat anyway.

The night in the countryside is always dark, without a trace of dawn, and the road can only rely on the faint light of the street lamps turned on outside the residents.

If you turn off the lights at home, it will be pitch black, and you can't see your fingers, and a few shallow stars in the night sky are obvious. Compared to the night in the city, living in a small country house seems to be more peaceful and comfortable.

Winter, which is cold at all times, brings everything in the world into a desolate and sad realm.

When I got up in the morning, my quiet sister Ning Si pushed open the door and saw a white expanse outside.

"It's raining," she whispered, and slowly walked outside, seeing that the cabbage in the soil had been covered by white snowflakes.

She couldn't help but sigh: "After being silent for so long in winter, it finally snows." ”

The flying snowflakes decorate a white fairy tale world, but also bury the hustle and bustle of the world.

The scenery is covered in snow, highlighting the unique charm of winter.

She stood in the fluttering snowflakes, in this pure and immaculate world, and with the swirling snowflakes, she also integrated into the artistic conception of this beauty.

The wind is like a messenger of the season, and the snow is the note of this winter, and the snowflakes fluttering in the sky can always compose the winter into a soft and graceful music, so that the howling north wind can express its feelings to the fullest.

She stood in the snow and admired it all, as if nothing was beautiful except for snow at the moment.

"Be careful of being cold," Dad shouted loudly at the door, it's almost the New Year, Dad is going to go to the street to buy some things and come back.

The town doesn't buy it every day, and the time to catch the market is 258 to gather to catch the market, and many people will carry the things they grow on the street to sell on this day.

Looking at the snowy weather outside, my father couldn't help but sigh at the door: "In this weather, the vegetables must be easy to sell, because the road is easy to walk, and there are fewer people selling vegetables on the street." ”

"It's snowing, it's snowing. The third sister Ning Mo got up and walked to the door and began to shout loudly,

She cheered and ran out of the house, ah, the snow is so big, so beautiful, she ran in the snow, step by step was very obvious.

Watching the snowflakes fall one by one, as if they were flying, and as if showing people their light form.