初冬的早晨(1)
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Early winter morning One winter morning,The sky was overcast with little cold,the flowers and plants on the two sides of the road on the dew had not gone. Suddenly, a cool breeze overed from the ear, which made people can not step forward the footsteps.

There was no bug drone, no breath noise of the soil. The gently footsteps was becoming more and more clear. The weathered tree, the withered and yellow leaf was rocking with the wind like a flying kite. The sky was bluish gray which is the peculiar color of the winter through a layer of white mist. This just looks like a landscape painting. Not because of the meticulous good painter, but only belongs to your own silence in your deep heart.

Standing on the pitch, looking ahead around the world, I found that I was surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness. The unknown birds were singing in the tree, like the angel of winter. As if they were telling us that the winter was coming. The wind is getting bigger and bigger. The smaller cloud turns a piece of white clouds and it soon rose up, and gradually covered the sky. This winter, although was very cold, but there was nothing comparable to this warmth and hope.

Then I Walked down along the hill. Suddenly, I smelled the flowers. What is it that made them stand in the cold wind. The grass--A small figure in the tree appears much smaller. They struggled to grow in the spring, but they only owe a short life. When the winter actually arrives, they have settled down. But they are so strong that they appeared to have no fear towards anything. Compared to them, we seem to be soft and easily to feat by the difficulties of life.

The sun in the clouds appeared on the face, and hide into it. The mist, and everything becomes lazy. The street lamp is lit, but usually the bright light today appears to be only a small circle of apricot. We could see nothing a few steps away .The view is narrow that we can only see two meters. Days had gradually light up , covered in white clouds over the city is slowly spread. I can see a variety of useful activities .

An hour in the morning is worth two in the evening. We should cherish this precious morning time. As you can see, those little athletes were running in the streets. They catch each other, they not only do not feel cold , hot head fly miles. Old people dedicated to exercise. Entering the classroom, I heard a loud of reading coming from the classroom. I speed up the pace , into the classroom , out of the book , read aloud together with them.

The early winter, quietly came, and quietly go.