初冬

　　树头最后一片黄叶悄然飘落，初冬就在一个不经意的早晨叩响了紧闭的窗棂。当懒洋洋的太阳为玻璃上第一幅霜花涂上瑰丽的暖色，一向早起的鸟鸣才哆嗦在迟暮的黎明中。空气的清凉增添了整个世界的纯洁，蒙眬的睡眼便在懒散里慢慢苏醒。

　　哦——冬天，她正用清越的手指抚摩着我们的眉额呢！

　　这些日子，寒流会不停地从北方滚滚而来，直把绿色层层褪尽。收获后的土地黯然抖落劳碌的喘息，全身心地进入了沉甸甸的酣眠中，显得越加辽阔和厚重；苍凝的远山中，嶙峋的顽石都披上了寒霜；河流也哽咽了它往日浮躁的喧哗，连浪花都不再张扬；顽强的冬青却抖擞出少有的精神，开始抗拒季节越来越显露出的严厉。没有风的晴朗的日子，太阳会用短暂的灿烂，给阴冷的初冬带来珍贵的温煦……阳光下，一群最后的雁阵向南飞翔。

　　雨夹着雪，变成了霰，便漂白了街道上匆匆女人们红唇里的热气，让男人的鼻尖第一次触碰到了冷的快意。初冬真像是一个穿了外套的少妇，臃肿的衣着却遮掩不住她清澈的眼波；初冬也像是一个健壮的男人，染霜的胡须增添了他雄性的魅力……

　　我们感谢季节，给生命以初冬的缓冲，让我们有足够时间准备大寒的来临；就像母亲忽然在某个早晨，为惺忪的我们拿来一件冬装，唠叨着：天要变了，加件衣服吧。等我们在不情愿中包裹好自己，走出户外时，凛冽的北风吹来，我们才感到了这衣服加得真好，浑身暖和、踏实。

　　走进冬天，我不喜欢躲进写字楼里，用虚假的春天蒙蔽麻木的肉体；喜欢雪塬中一棵赤裸的树，或者胡子上挂满冰凌的牛。我不喜欢裹在各种昂贵冬装中，脆弱得不敢和冬天照面；喜欢红脸的孩子们扬起的雪球，或者冬泳的老人喷出的一口热气。冬天同样给生命以激励、以美好，没有颜色与表情的冬，在天空中也运行着滚滚热流，孕育着春天的希冀；没有活力与生气的冬，在大地上也有种子等待萌绿，有柳丝酝酿吐絮。冬天让人自觉且自省、沉静且沉思；冬天不为虚伪的爱情而陶醉、不为做作的表演而喧哗。

　　我爱山寒水瘦的冬，我爱沉寂坦荡的冬；我爱红梅傲雪的风骨，我爱松柏抗寒的精神……蓄养生命激情的是冬，忍受岁月磨砺的是冬，每个冬天都会给生命画出一圈走向成熟的年轮。大步踏进冬的门槛吧，阳光的手臂正在为我们打开着春天的大门！

来源：文化中国

Early winter

Tree head the last leaf falling quietly, winter in a casual morning at the closed window. When the lazy sun glass first frost painted beautiful warm, always gets up early bird in the late dawn to shiver. The cool air adds the whole world of pure, dim eyes in the lazy slowly awakening.
Oh, the winter, she was so fingers stroked our brow!
These days, the cold streams will roll from the north and fade away from the green layer. After the harvest of the land had to shake off their breath, threw himself down into the heavy sleep, become increasingly vast and thick; Cang mountains in the rugged setting, stone covered with frost; rivers are choking sound it past the impetuous, even no longer wave Huadu publicity; strong Holly is dousou a rare spirit, began to resist the growing season revealed severe. No wind in the sunny day, the sun will use short bright, cold winter to bring precious warmth...... The sun, a group of wild geese flying south finally.
The sleet, into graupel, bleached streets will rush women in hot lips, let the man's nose first touched the cold of joy. Winter is really like a woman wearing a coat, bloated the clothing they couldn't conceal her clear eyes; winter is also like a man, with cream beard added to his male charm......
We thank you for life by the early winter season, buffer, so that we have enough time to prepare for the coming of it; as a mother suddenly in one morning, as the song we used a winter coat, nagging: day changed clothes now. After we reluctantly wrapped in yourself, go outdoors, chilly wind blowing, we felt it was warm, nice clothes too, at ease.
I don't love into the winter, in the office, with a false spring blind numb flesh; love the snow plateau in a bare tree, or the beard of icicles cattle. I don't love wrapped in expensive winter, not winter and fragile love red face to face; the children raised a snowball, or from the mouth of a hot old winter swimming. The same winter to life with the incentive to the good, no color and expression in the winter, the sky is also running a heat rolling, gestates spring of hope; no vitality and vigor of winter, the earth also has seeds for the green willows are adorable, brewing wadding. Winter makes people self-conscious and self-conscious, quiet and meditative; winter is not intoxicated by the false love, and is not noisy for the performance of the affectation.
I love mountain cold water thin winter, I love winter and I love silence; Hongmei Ao Xue character, I love the spirit of cold pine...... The keeper of the passion of life is a winter, bear years is a winter, every winter will give life to draw a circle of mature ring. Step into the threshold of winter, the sun's arm is opening the door for us in the spring!