Text: Xuanye Winter is such an intriguing season; and only when you are alone in a foreign land can you appreciate its uniqueness. The impression of winter seems to never be rid of desolation and sadness. Look, it came from the clear autumn, but allowed the unbridled howling of t

Text: Xuanye

Winter is such an intriguing season; and only when you are alone in a foreign land can you appreciate its uniqueness.

’s impression of winter seems to be that it can never get rid of desolation and sadness. Look, it came from the clear autumn, but allowed the unbridled howling of the north wind, leaving only a few residual leaves on the branches floating lonely. Not to mention the low trees, there was nothing left in the rows of bushes except for a few scattered maple leaves. The trees are bare, where is the grass? The grass is even more impossible to find, maybe it is the rotting ones covered under the fallen leaves! There are no leaves, no grass, no green in winter. This kind of desolation makes people feel a little disgusted.

Native Prose: Winter in My Hometown

Fortunately, when everything is withering, I can still get a gift from God. It is really a blessing to be able to see the snow all over the sky. Watch the snowflakes dance in the sky, starting their midwinter journey. There is something sentimental about stretching out your hands in the snow and watching the crystal snowflakes gently falling on your palms, then slowly melting, and finally turning into a few transparent water drops. The children next door also cherished the gift of snow. In the snow, there are rolling snowballs and snowmen, and what's more, they are rolling to their heart's content. The children are laughing and playing, and the ones near and far complement each other. Although there is no greenery, the dancing crystal snowflakes and the children's cheerful laughter that can only be revealed under the snowflakes are enough to beautify the entire bleak winter.

But in this small town outside my hometown, there is no snow in winter. When the wind and frost on the road sweep away the last red leaves on the treetops, we say goodbye to autumn. With the falling rain, winter has arrived. Holding up an umbrella and wrapping myself in a heavy coat, I walked on the trail, looking at the gray sky, the cold wind, and the three or two people passing by on the road. I really couldn’t think of how to express it other than desolation. . This kind of winter is really a bit disgusting for a person who is used to living in the north!

Native Prose: Winter in Hometown

Winter in hometown is more real and tangible. Snowflakes are dancing in the sky, like a shy bride, lingering in the sky and refusing to fall. Even the branches on both sides of the road were covered with light white snow, and they bent down shyly. On the road, pedestrians in twos and threes wore gloves and leaned forward and moved slowly, leaving crooked footprints of different depths. On the hillsides on both sides, even the tall trees that used to stand seemed to be embedded in the snow-white ground. The winter in my hometown is already covered in snow and white!

walked alone in this cold and humid town, letting the arrogant north wind get into his sleeves. Holding an umbrella, I couldn't help but think of my hometown. During these days spent in the small town, accompanied by laughter, my hometown has long been in the sky behind my mind. This gust of wind, this rain, and this piece of broken leaves falling in front of me, it turns out that winter has come to the small town.

Native Prose: Winter in Hometown

Try to trace the winter in this small town. I stretched out my hand, but what I caught was just the water droplets dripping from the umbrella. With the strong wind, the water droplets felt particularly cold on the palm of my hand. It seemed that not even a bird wanted to stay on the bare tree. Only the branches are swaying in the wind; the gray sky makes it difficult to see the distance. I wonder if it will still be like this after the rain...

In my hometown, the crystal snowflakes may have already collided with winter!

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