Aesthetic Prose Poems from Winter to Sun

The beautiful winter solstice prose poems are as follows:

1, I dreamed of your pink jade carving, but I didn't want to see you as cold as ice. In fact, it doesn't matter to me whether you come or not, because I have paid life insurance for the most beautiful spring scenery. How can I be afraid of you? Finally, it's cruel.

2, preservation, the temperature of half a winter, plus the wandering track of the eyes, as a seasoning, * * * with the stirring, knead such dumpling stuffing into a poem, a kind of scarred taste like swollen seeds, go through fire and water in the winter solstice at 25 degrees Celsius, pick up a bowl of specimens.

When winter comes, should I be afraid of the cold? Spring is not far away, why is my mind still so rigid? All the year round is the life of nature, but life should have spring flowers and fluttering snowflakes. Let nature take its course, whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, or autumn, winter, spring and summer. Looking at the cold river, my eyes filled with tears, not the heat emitted by mutton.

The sun in winter seems to be an electrified ice lamp. Although there is light, there is no temperature at all, like your hand touching me in a dream; And your narrowed eyes, those dry eyes, are the thoughts of past lives. This is the coldest sunshine in the world and the best shade in the world. Hang a winter day, winter is not always warm. The jiaozi boiled in the pot is boiling, and the rising steam, like the smoke slowly leaving that day, has soaked the window and wet the eyelids.