A yellow leaf, the last leaves of autumn, fell from its branches and fell to the ground. The sound of the crisp, writing the notes of nature, in the wind to talk to the branches of the reluctant. The sky was high and blue, and the earth was vast. With quiet, holding the sun, listening to the winter sounds. In winter, there is no spring, but a unique personality and scrutiny. In winter, without summer heat, there is a natural calm and tenacity. In winter, there is no autumn's busy and abundant, but there is a reserve and wisdom. Winter, is a black and white sketch, the line is simple, the angular, but contains the profound essence of life. Winter like a elegant classical music, in a quiet, like the surface of the lake and the sun, again like the branches hung notes, in the flowing quietly, precipitate out of the bottom of my heart calm and pure. Winter, like a fairy tale world, the snow falling outside the window, quiet, the children in the house sleep a smile, a peace and quiet. In winter, I like the snowflakes dancing in the sky, that is the pride, the precipitation, the heavy heart pain, the beauty makes people happy. Walk on the winter earth in search of winter's voice. It was the sun melted snow is ringing, it is the whispering on the grass seeks her crowd in the earth, the rings are the tree with times, that is the water flowing light laughter, laughing and chase the soil's small and medium-sized worms. Winter is the season of life. Winter is the time to think about life. Winter is a cool season. In winter, it is the season of autumn and spring. Winter is a grim season. In winter, it is deep. Winter is tough and tough. On the winter earth, listen to the winter sounds, do you hear?