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In profusion colorful seasons, I prefer in winter. Although it is no spring vitality, No summer heat and bold and unrestrained, More than autumn fruitful. But the winter has simple scenery, implicit beauty.　

　　Winter is the symbol of the snow. That”s a big snow fall like dreaming, sprawling archipelago in the white butterfly dances, fell to the ground, give the earth with a thick quilt. To the distance, the hillside is snow, The field has also is spotlessly white. Last fall, the leaves pics only a bare tree, but snowflakes but leaves. The wind is blowing gently, swaying bare tree, the tree fragrant falls from the snow and reminds me of a poem: "like night of spring breeze comes suddenly, the splendid display of pear blossoms". It is not a tree full of snow in winter trees stand? The snowflakes are less flowers fragrant flowers, but he is more pure. Under the tree, children are happy a snowman, snowball… If all the cold, forget a silver laughter, piaoxiang distant, float the silvery white world. In the evening, in the backdrop of the slopes, the snow will be the sunset dyed red, like a little shy faces, color gradient, deep shallow, by far, the beautiful. In the evening, walking on the road, you will find how light snow, how beautiful, according to people and silver light. In the winter night, silent and bright, desolate and beautiful.　

　　In the spring, summer, autumn, winter the four seasons, many people enjoy spring, present, praise spring verse many, for example: spring, niaoyuhuaxiang, spring… But I still loyal love in the winter and implicative plain.