Season description III. Autumn

Autumn in Tianmu Mountain

The autumn of Tianmu Mountain is green and secluded. ...... The rain and mist lock the green daisies, and I don't know how deep the trees are, the thick clouds cover the mountain passes, and I don't know how high the mountain passes are, and the light mist surrounds the flowing stream, and I don't know how long the stream is.

Lv Jinhua "Tianmu Mountain Seeking Autumn"

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midautumn

It was almost Mid-Autumn Festival, and the clear sky was clear. When the morning breeze blows, it is immediately refreshing, as if it can fly away. The yellow ripe seedlings in the rice fields fluctuate slowly and long, and at the same time, there are bursts of whispers.

Cheng Fangwu "Shepherd"

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Around the Mid-Autumn Festival is the most beautiful time in Beiping. The weather was neither hot nor cold, and the length of day and night was evenly divided. There is no yellow wind blowing from Mongolia in winter, and there is no heavy rain carrying hail in the sky. The sky is so high, so blue, so bright,...... The blue of the west and north mountains has deepened, and every evening it is covered with various colors of haze veils.

Lao She "Four Generations in the Same Hall"

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Old wives' summer

Autumn tigers, which are peaceful days before late autumn and winter, visit different regions at different times in different years, in October and November. It comes and goes at no time, it's a time when there is golden smoke and a bright gossamer full of floating and timely relief. The proximity of winter adds to its charm and strengthens its impermanence. Thomas Dee Quincy describes the season as "the last brief resurrection of summer in its most glorious form, a resurrection that has no roots in the past and no perseverance in the future, like the brightness of the reflection of a lamp that is about to be extinguished." "This season has many names in many parts of the world, such as: the second summer, the summer of impostor, the summer of St. Martin, the summer of autumn, the summer of all saints, the summer of the late heat, and the summer of the old woman.

Awen Wyll Thiel

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Autumn in England

It was a sunny morning, so clear that you could hardly believe that the summer months in England had just passed. The hedgerows, fields, trees, mountains and fields show their ever-changing shades of intense green, and there is hardly a single fallen leaf, almost no hints of yellow dotted between the summer colors, telling you that autumn has arrived. The sky was cloudless, the sun shone brightly and warmly, the song of birds and the sound of thousands of insects camping filled the air, and the garden beside the hut was crowded with all kinds of flowers of rich and beautiful color, shining in the dew like a bed of flowers covered with splendid jewels. Everything has a summer character, and its beautiful colors have not faded at all.

Charles Dickens's The Pickwick Papers

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Autumn scenery in the wilderness

Your yellow sunshine, golden mountains, golden flowing water. Yesterday it was still "like a blazing sun", but today, it has changed all of a sudden. The sun became much gentler, and it shed a myriad of golden radiance, covering the mountains, and the fields, and the brooks and rivers, and all this, as if by a magician by alchemy, became yellow and clear, and so lovely. Your uneven mountains, it doesn't just give this field an embroidered lace, the clumps of pines, cedars, acacia trees, not just fun, add countless emeralds to this lace. You water, it has worked hard to irrigate this rice field all summer, and now the rice that it has irrigated and caressed has hung its head, and has given its ripe aroma, so it has lazied, with contentment, with tiredness, and it flows and flows past, and its ripples are yellow and clear by the sun, as if gold is flowing over the whole field.

Lin Yao "Ode to Autumn"

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In the past half a month, half of the leaves have fallen off, and as long as there is a little breeze, there are always some leaves that have broken away, like red and purple sparrows, flying in the sky. The sunlight is mild and slightly chilly, the scenery is more and more sparse and refreshing, and everything is quiet and beautiful to be indescribable.

Shen Congwen "The Long River"

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In autumn, after a tense harvest, everything faded in the blink of an eye, and the endless land was pale and bare. The trees on the banks of the Fen River are also beginning to wither, and the yellow leaves are quietly falling down with the breeze and spreading on the damp earth. On the horizon, a flock of late-returning geese flew south against the thin clouds. The two mountains are clearly outlined by the soft sunlight. The heavens grew higher and higher, and the earth seemed vast. An autumn breeze brought the initial chill, and the weather was refreshing.

Mu Xiang "New Waves and Old Lan"

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It's autumn, the mountains are yellow, and it's time to harvest the crops. This year's rain is frequent, and this is the favorite of the mountains. The millet was bent over by the big ears of plump and solid, and with the breeze, they rippled together.

Feng Deying "Bitter Cauliflower"

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The time sequence had just passed the autumnal equinox, and I felt a sudden increase in coolness. When I go for a walk on the beach in the morning, I feel that the blue sea is bluer than before, and the sky is higher and farther than before. Looking back at Gu Mo Ridge, oh, the autumn colors are even stronger.

What lovely autumn colors!

Jun Qing "Autumn Color"

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Autumn is very lovely. In the crisp days of autumn, the sky is often clear during the day, the Milky Way is bright at night, and the fields are full of fruits. A few autumn winds and autumn rains, a burst of fallen leaves is nothing, the golden autumn waves on the field are churning, and the sunflowers bear large fruit plates. In the fruit forest, citrus, grapefruit, pears, and apples have grown yellow and clear, and dates, persimmons, and hawthorns have become red, and this scene makes people feel the joy of harvest.

Qin Mu "In the Fragrant Atmosphere of Plants"

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The best of all is autumn. The millet is yellow, the sorghum is red, and the stick drags the long neck, like the red tassels fluttering on the iron spears of the plains people in the years of guerrilla warfare. When the autumn wind blows, fluttering and fluttering, this boundless plain is like a corps full of our jubilant shouts!

Wei Wei "Orient"

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Autumn of a good harvest

The late autumn sun shines unobstructed, warm as spring in March. Along the way, I stepped on the soft withered grass, walked the ridge for a while, walked the ditch for a while, and unconsciously it was ten miles and eight miles. The fields are quiet, the sorghum stalks are piled up, like spires, and the harvested crops are piled up like hills. Flocks of pigeons pecked along the way, nodding their heads frequently, cooing and quietly moving their steps. They are not afraid of people, but when people approach, as if to make way for people, they fly up with a bang, spin a whirl, and fall far ahead of them with a bang. In the garden on the edge of the village, there are beans, sesame seeds, and rice peeling, and there are talking and laughing everywhere, which is a lively harvest scene.

Wu Boxi "Orion"

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late autumn

In late autumn, when the frost and wind first rise, the maple forest is gradually dyed yellow, the wild shore is declining and the shore is hibiscus, and the white apples and red knotweeds are mixed in the miscellaneous, covering the water.

Feng Menglong "Irrigation Garden"

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The late autumn on the Luxi Plain is vast, empty and beautiful. Early autumn crops such as sorghum and corn have been harvested, and only patches of cotton remain in the fields. Because of the severe frost that fell in the morning, the leaves of the cotton were dyed colorful, and they looked like gardens from afar, and the earth was decorated >very well

Yu Liangzhi "Holly"

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At the end of autumn, the big elm trees in the back garden also shed their leaves, and the garden was desolate, and there was nothing to be fun about.

The artemisia grass that grew in the front yard had also fallen down, and the various seedlings in the vegetable garden behind the house were completely covered with hoarfrost, and the old elm tree had not many leaves left on its body, but the autumn wind was still shaking it. The sky was gray, and the clouds had lost their shape, as if they had been washed into a basin of inkstones, deep and shallow, chaotic. Such clouds sometimes bring raindrops, sometimes fine snow.

Xiao Hong "The Legend of the Hulan River"

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As the fruit ripens, the leaves begin to turn yellow, and with the fruit fall yellow leaves. So, it's the time of autumn again. The earth was covered with yellow leaves, and the earth became a golden world. Beautiful as a fairy tale, beautiful as a dream. Urged by the gust of autumn wind, the leaves of the trees fell in a hurry, leaving only dry and thin, brownish-black branches. When the wind blows, it is no longer swaying like in summer, but just flicking a few times, and the trunk of the tree stands majestically, assuming a stern posture to meet the challenge of frost and snow. The dead branches and leaves sighing at the feet of the people whispered the arrival of winter. The birds lost their interest in wandering, chased after the people in front of them, and panicked to beg passers-by for food.

Lu Lan "Footsteps"

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The clear sky at the end of late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea, the intense white light beats in the air like the microwave of the sea, the sorghum at the foot of the mountain sways its plump ears like fluctuating red water, and the yellowed leaves give the fields a withered color.

Ye Yiqun "Crossing the Zhanghe River"

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Autumn is coming. The leaves in the woods turn yellow and brown. The wind whipped up the leaves and flew in the air. It was cold in the air, and the clouds hung low, carrying hail and snowflakes heavily. The crow stood on the fence, frozen and screaming. Yes, you just have to think about this scene to feel cold.

Hans Christian Andersen's The Ugly Duckling

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Autumn in the Great Khing'an Mountains

In the autumn of the Great Khing'an Mountains, the beauty of the drifting is reflected, the dense shade of the birch sylvestris pine spruce oak forest is thinned, and you can see the sapphire blue sky and the group of geese flying south in rows. In the forest, the autumn sun is like a ray of golden arrows, warm and charming. The wind was mysterious, wafting from the swamps and bushes, with a strong smell of wine, swaying the branches, the leaves dancing with the glow, as if with a ripe and heavy contemplation, cluster by cluster, drifting and falling, covering every inch of fertile land......

Han Bing "Endurance of Loneliness"

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Autumn view of the alley

In autumn, the corners of the walls are covered with golden and shiny poplar leaves, and the alleys become deserted. On Sunday mornings, the crowds were even more scarce. The autumn wind blew, and the crumbling yellow leaves of the big poplar trees made a desolate sound, and on the eaves, the withered yellow dog's tail grass shook and drifted down puffs of dust. This scene of decay often makes people nostalgic for the summer that has just passed—the blazing sun, the warm rain, and the green shade that obscures the blue sky.

Mother Country Politics "Melancholy in the Alley"

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The autumn of the Great Northern Wilderness

It's September, and from the first leaves to the ground, the autumn of the Great Northern Wilderness is coming. The sky was blue and white, and not a single cloud flowed. Only every evening there was a cloud of sparrows in the western sky, and it was like a flock of sparrows spreading its wings. And under the reflection of the afterglow of the setting sun, it instantly turned into a silver gray, an orange yellow, a blood red, and a purple rainbow, like a fairy standing high in the sky, shaking a few shining satin with broken flowers. The land, like a raging golden sea, sorghum drunk shaking its big black-red-black face, ho-grin, ho-grin: soybeans talking, like children clapping, clapping, laughing. The water in the river flowed slowly. But in the blink of an eye, it was disturbed by the schools of fish that came from the water, and the leaves of the low hazelnut trees, which were often overlooked, were red like fires, and burned people's hearts on the hillsides, on the side of the road, and in the villages.

Lin Qing "The Season of Soybean Rattle"

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The breath of autumn

The scent of leaves at dusk and the smell of weeds in the dust are also unforgettable things in the early autumn. As we traveled west, we asked many people on the road what the smell of autumn was. Some say it's the aroma of ripe grapes, some say it's the sweetness of canned food and jelly in the kitchen, and some say it's the fresh smell of apples when it's harvested. I thought to most people that it was the smell of burning leaves, but I didn't expect many people to say that it was the smell of weeds, sunflowers, grass and dust, and the dry smell of autumn.

I climbed up the gravel hillside, and the smell was all around me. Like the strong smell of asphalt in the August sun, the smell of forest smoke in winter makes people reminisce about the past and forget their worries in childhood.

Awen Wyll Thiel

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Autumn in West Lake

A lonely boat, like a withered leaf falling in the middle of the lake, slowly depicts a vast autumn scene on the calm water. There was a faint haze drifting on the lake, like a blue-gray transparent light silk, shrouding the undulating distant mountains, making them seem to swim and seem. However, on the slopes of the lake, there are still tenacious colors of autumn: golden, red, dark green that becomes deep in the autumn wind, and those ancient roofs that remind people of distant history......

Zhao Lihong "West Lake Autumn Thoughts"

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Autumn colors

Nowhere else in the world is it more vibrant and varied than the woodlands of the eastern United States. The trees and bushes along the way, and all kinds of plants, will soon be renewed. We close our eyes and we're ready to slice the colors: the purple-red marshes of Cod Horn, the flowering New England flowers, the bright red dogwoods, the colorful clothes of the Gittidine Ridge, the ancient golden hanging woods of America on the banks of Ohio Creek, the scarlet marsh maple on the banks of the Warbler River, the waves of Northern Indiana sand dunes...... Autumn foliage is everywhere, giving a magnificent dramatic ending to the growth of spring and the ripening of summer. These days, the fiery autumn is full of flowers, although short but unforgettable.

After one night, we stopped at the bridge of the stepping stones in the dawn, looking around this colorful world, as if overnight, a new color was added. The branches of the birch and aspen trees were covered with gold, and the clumps of viburnum were covered with purple red. Above us, a maple branch stretches out to the surface of the headwaters of the Mississippi River, scarlet gold and orange foliage against the autumn blue sky. Minnesota is a beautiful autumn sunshine, not only in the Lake Ataska area, but everywhere we go, we feel like we are in a colorful world, gorgeous and beautiful. Although the life of the leaves is coming to an end, the autumn leaves do not have the slightest parting feelings, and the leaves are dancing at the end of the journey of life.

Awen Wyll Thiel

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Autumn in Taiwan

The four seasons in Taiwan are not obvious, especially in spring and autumn, which are fleeting, and they are always faint, as if they were afraid of seeing people. Therefore, we are full of maple and red mountains, and boundless fallen trees are slight...... If you want to capture the breath of autumn, you have to wait patiently for the late autumn season, and then take a small train on the Huadong Line. The autumn light is warm, the golden rice grass is blowing the waves, the empty riverbed, the miscanthus flowers are the most affectionate, blooming all over the field of vision, stretching endlessly, approaching the opposite corner of the mountain;

Ling Ling "The Little Train on the East Line"

Seasonal depiction IV. Winter

Winter in Northern Europe

O cold Nordic!

In northern Sweden, groups of wolves, unable to endure the severe cold, came down from the mountains, ran silently in the wind and snow, and fled into residential areas without scruples to escape this rare disaster. On the Baltic coast of Denmark, a snowstorm roared like a dense artillery fire that roared for four days and nights, and the snow in many ports was as deep as seven meters, and these small houses were covered by snow. The truck overturned on the highway and fell into deep snow.

Even more thrilling is the ocean!

At that time, the Baltic Sea was covered with heavy snow, and the wind was howling, sometimes reaching 12 gusts, and the waves set off engulfed the boats and pushed the thousand-ton ships to the shore. The storm caused a tsunami, and the high waves galloped like herds of wild horses on the sea.

Cai Qijiao "Wind, Snow, Fog"

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Winter in the South

In winter, the fields on the banks of the Pearl River are still like spring, with evergreen banana forests, sugar cane forests, lychee orchards, and countless fruit trees of all kinds.

I approached a banana-rich village as if I were walking into a beautiful park. The warm breeze blowing on the Pearl River, the fresh smell of bananas, and the smell of cauliflower evaporating from the sun all make people feel deeply intimate and lovely.

Chen Zanyun "On the Shore of the Pearl River"

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Winter in the North

The weather was overcast, and the sky was full of thick, low, grayish-yellow cloudy clouds. The majestic and beautiful Qinling Mountains disappeared into the turbid mist; the southern plateau of Tianyan, which was layered on top of each other, was blurred; and the beautiful Weihe Plain suddenly became ugly and old. The northeast wind whined. The withered grass and fallen leaves are flying all over the sky, the yellow dust is cloudy, and the chaos is so chaotic that it is impossible to tell where the sky is and where is the earth. Even the proud eagle does not dare to try its wings in such weather. The wind also carries the smell of the humid sea, which is a harbinger of heavy snow

Wang Wenshi "Wind and Snow Night"

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Autumn in the northern country is short-lived, and it doesn't take long for heavy snow to arrive in the city. The scenery after the snow is fascinating, and the children's games in the snowy world are naturally snowman building and snowball fights. There is no such thing as a sleeping winter in the children's world. Snow brings joy and noise to children. The pigeon was also infected by the noise, and it also crowed happily, and I don't know whether it was because the children were counting or sorry for not being voted, and it was always "cooing". The noise enlivens the midwinter season.

Cui Guowei "Pigeon"

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Winter in the Mongolian Plateau

In winter, the canopy hangs low, and the whole mausoleum area is extremely cold. The cold snap of the Mongolian plateau swept in the goose feather snow, the mountains roared like thunder, the pine forests surged like a storm hitting the shore, and the silver-white branches of the willows struggled in the fierce wind, making a terrible scream. The distant mountains and mountains are like jade armor, and there are thousands of trees "pear blossoms" competing to open. I walked on the forest path, listening to the majestic symphony of winter, as if I was in the ancient battlefield, "horses neighing" and "halberds sonorous", it really seemed that there were thousands of troops and horses fighting here.

Hezi "Ancient Tomb Song"

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Winter in the city

Summer is over, winter is coming. The days are shorter, and the work is less. In winter there is no heat at all, there is no light at all, there is no noon at all, and then the morning is night, fog, dusk, window lattice, and nothing can be distinguished. The sky seems to be a transparent eye in a dark room, and the sun is like sitting in a cellar. The sun also seems to be a poor man. Winter turns the water in the sky and the hearts of men into ice.

Hugo, Les Misérables

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Winter scene

The winter solstice festival has passed, and the climate is getting colder and colder. The sky wall was gloomy and blue-gray, and it looked like it was about to snow. From the direction of the crab pond, the northwest wind blew in gusts, sweeping the already sparse earth even more empty.

Wang Xiyan "Spring Back to the Floor Heating"

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The trees on the shore and elsewhere have lost their leaves, so you can walk away at a glance. The faint West Mountain is not as dark blue as after the rain in summer, nor as hearty as it is in spring and autumn, but a little whitish, as if it is afraid of cold. The sun was good, but there was not much heat, and even the shadows of the trees were so faint and small, as if they were illuminated by the moon.

Lao She "Four Generations in the Same Hall"

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It rained for a few days, the climate was very warm, and I thought that I would never see the sun again in the twilight of the year, and there would be no more freezing ice and snow, but one night the west wind swept all over the dry leaves of the courtyard, and the water tank froze into glass, and the shadow of the goldfish could not be seen again, and even the snowflakes in the sky could not be seen again.

The budding plum blossoms yesterday secretly bloomed such charming red flowers in the wind and snow. Sitting alone under the eaves of the window, quietly looking for the poetry of the remnants of winter, I only heard the footsteps of a few larks stepping on the snowflakes, heard the singing of the wind fence floating from the wall, and heard the whisper of my own heart jumping.

Bing Xin "Send Young Readers"

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In the winter, many of the trees become bare and the flowers are gone, so I always look forward to the next heavy snowfall so that I can build a snowman. However, in Suzhou, it is rare to see heavy snowfall, that is, snow, often sparsely and sparsely falling a few snowflakes, falling to the ground and disappearing.

The north wind was whistling, blowing and my face ached, and I used trees, bamboos and plums, which stood tall in the cold wind, and were very angry. My grandmother told me that they were "three friends of the year". I have loved pine, bamboo and plum since I was a child, they are not afraid of severe cold, frost and snow, they are three brave friends. I'm not afraid of the cold, I don't want to sit by the charcoal basin in the house all the time, I like to run outside, or sit on a chair and bask in the sun. The sun is exceptionally warm in winter.

Gao Shiqi "Four Spring and Autumn"

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Then the snow came, and so did the harsh winter. The streets were as bright as silver, so bright, so bright, long icicles hung in front of the eaves like crystal daggers, every pedestrian wore leather clothes, and children wore red hats to skate for fun.

Oscar Wilde's The Happy Prince

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Remnant of winter

Even a few northwesterly winds blew, and the branches of the trees in the village turned into bare arms. The withered grass by the creek also turned from golden yellow to gray yellow, and there were a few large black patches, which were wildfires set by urchins.

On a sunny day, there was a skinny dog lying on the rice field, and occasionally there were one or two villagers wearing torn jackets, arching their shoulders, and squatting under the sun to catch lice. If it was cloudy, and the northwest wind blew the branches and branches, and the clouds ran across the sky like fast horses, there would be no sign of anything alive in the rice fields. The whole village was like a dead one. The whole village is just a dead gray at first glance.

Mao Dun "Remnant Winter"

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Winter is almost over again. When the wind blows, it is still very cold, but sometimes at dusk, suddenly a warm spring breeze blows slightly from the south, and there is no such cold weather in the sky. After a long silence, the flute was played again, and the sound of music could be heard in the village again. The boatmen stopped their oars and let the boat float down the water, singing songs in praise of the black sky. Now is the time to do it.

Rabindranath Tagore "Stairs by the River"

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The sidewalks were covered with snow and dust, trampled into solid lumps, and the road was lined with heavy snow. As the temperature rises, the snowdrifts turn gray and floppy, and the surface dissolves into small furrows. The streets were damp and muddy, dripping with snow from the gray triangular roofs. But the sky overhead was blue, without a shadow of clouds, and there seemed to be millions of glowing atoms in the air, shimmering and dancing like crystals.

Thomas Mann, The Buddenbrocks

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Winter

It's another harsh winter with wind and snow. The roof was white, and long pieces of ice hung upside down from the thatched eaves, like fangs, like sharp knives hanging upside down, to tear and chew the people huddled in the crow's nest. A gust of wind rose, and they whined.

Jin Jingmai "Song of Ouyang Hai"

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In Changchun, this is the season when dripping water turns into ice and air turns into frost. There was a heavy snowfall, a north wind blew, and the road was covered with thick ice. The trees on the side of the road are adorned with silver flowers, and the buildings are shining with dazzling silver glow like a jade building.

Reason "Infatuation"

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When the earth arrives in this bitter cold season, everything changes, the sky is gray, as if after a strong wind, there is a chaotic atmosphere, and snow flies all day long. People walk quickly, and the breath in their mouths seems to be smoking when they encounter the bitter cold.

Xiao Hong "The Legend of the Hulan River"

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The winter in Heilongjiang is harsh, when the snow falls, at first it is like a large piece of goose feathers, flying in the air, and then it is like a tuft, falling in large clusters, and then it is blown by the wind, like sand and powder, and the whole universe becomes a white chaos. When the snow came, everything was covered by snow, and everything was shrouded in a white dome. The rolling Heilongjiang River was all frozen, shining with blue-white ice light. Some geese pecked at the reed roots at the water's edge and could not fly away, and their two paws condensed on the ice, as if they were wearing a flail, and it was difficult to fly with their wings. They tried to peck off the ice shackles on their feet with their mouths, but in vain. So they stared at the white dome and wailed.

Wang Shengnong "Warrior"

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At that time, it was frozen by the bitter cold, covered with shrouded snow, and a dead icy mist drifted along the purple peaks driven by the east wind, and rolled down the low-lying meadows and river banks, until it mingled with the frozen mist of the mountain stream! The forest on both sides of the river looked like rows of skeletons.

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

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Winter

Since it was the depths of winter, when we were approaching my hometown, the weather was cloudy again, and the cold wind blew into the cabin, whining, looking out from the gap in the tent, under the pale yellow sky, there were several deserted villages near and far, and there was no vitality. My heart couldn't help but feel sad.

Lu Xun "Hometown"

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Towards the end of the year, the snow fell. On the branches of green pines and bamboos on the mountain, there is white snow and shiny icicles hanging. The sky was covered with a thick gray cloud. The wind was not strong, but when it blew on the face, there was a deep chill.

Zhou Libo "Great Changes in the Mountains and Villages"

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It was a calm and bright winter day with no sun and no sun, and the snow was so white. Suddenly, the wall surrounding the closed cottage appeared on the right and stretched out. There was a thick layer of snow on the roofs of the houses, and the road leading to the houses was blocked by snow. Soon the wall came to an end, and a vast desert field appeared, with the occasional hills, like white haystacks.

Trifonov "The Student"

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Winter

In early winter, the morning of spring in Xijian Yang is beautiful. The distant mountains and villages were covered with a thick layer of smoke. After a blast of the sun, the frost that had frozen the ground all night began to melt and steam. On the straw and haystacks, the heat rises slowly, and the cooking smoke is like a thin veil, wrapped around the top of the tree. The earth was bright, and a double carriage ran into the village against the avenue.

Ge Wen "Shengchun Family"

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It was the early winter season, and a thin layer of snow, like a huge and light woolen blanket, covered this vast desert wasteland, shining with a cold silver light......

Li Ji "Ma Lan"

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A cold wind blew away the autumn that was neither cool nor hot overnight. The nasty winter follows the last wild geese migrating south and descends on the Loess Plateau. The undulating mountains and mountains soon became desolate. The mountains and fields around the county seat are bare, and there is no longer a little bit of green.

Lu Yao "In Difficult Days"

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Winter is coming, and the earth is like a mother who has just given birth, covered with snow, and sleeps tiredly, and the warm sun shines on it against the holy light. The field is as silent as a lifeless picture, except for a puff of smoke in one corner of the picture, which adds dynamism to the picture. The convoy carrying wheat straw marched through the field towards the paper mill under the thick smoke, leaving a string of whips and laughter on the long road.

Hezi "Life Begins Here"

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Between the lofty mountains of the Nanling Mountains, on both sides of the beautiful and rich Xiangjiang River, the green maple leaves gradually turned dark purple, and then from dark purple to a deep red. The red maple is just like a blazing torch, raised among the green mountains and green waters. It gives the early winter wilderness of the south of the motherland a full of vitality.

Jin Jingmai "Song of Ouyang Hai"

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In the bright red sky, the rising sun rose red like the face of a drunkard from behind the trees, and the earth was covered with hoarfrost, dry and hard, and the feet of the people in the farmstead rattled. Overnight, the leaves of the aspen trees were completely gone, and behind the wasteland, a long turquoise wave could be seen, churning with white foam.

The leaves of the sycamore and linden trees withered in the wind. Every time a cold wind blows, the frosted leaves suddenly break away from the branches and flutter in the wind like a flock of birds.

Maupassant's Life

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Day after day, October finally passed, and it was a continuous gray and gloomy sky, and the wind stopped only to bring back the darker clouds...... The wind had swept away the leaves beneath the gray day, and there was only a deep, long silence in the bare countryside, in which the crows cried to report a bitter winter.

Zola, "Collapse"

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Once the clear summer has passed, the city is dressed in a gray and heavy coat, and it is ready for a long winter. Endless houses are gray, the sky and streets are darkened, and the dead branches of fallen leaves, flying dust and waste paper add to the gloomy mood. The cold wind swept through the long, narrow streets, as if to bring mourning. Not only poets and artists, not only those who pretend to be sentimental, but also dogs and ordinary people feel the same way. They feel the same way as poets, although they don't have the same expressive abilities. The sparrows on the wires, the cats at the door, and the skinny horses dragging their loads all felt the breath of a long and harsh winter.

Dreiser, "Sister Carrie"

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Winter is transparent.

Through the sparse branches you can go on the snow and ice, mountains and villages, ants as small as a string of pedestrians. Winter is as transparent as the ice it forms of. X-rays can see through the bones of the human body, and winter can make people see through the heart of the universe.

Yu Feng "Winter Lyricism"