In most people's mind's eye, winter in Beijing is harsh, bleak and chilly. The drowsy season would confine them in the stuffy room and make them too idle to move any more. I dare say it is because they have neither seen this wonderful season attentively nor learnt to enjoy it yet. Actually, if you experience winter with rapt attention, you will find that it has a vast reservoir of charm beyond your imagination. .
The best way to know winter, such an icy and reserved person it usually seems like, is to go outside of your warm house and walk towards him as closely as possible. That is why I revel in rambling alone in winter whenever I am free. Away from the crowds of people, the noises of traffic and the stinging light of neon lamps, I sometimes saunter along a peaceful lane as the dark heavenly curtain is rolling down. The lane is paved with thick yellow carpet that is made of thousands of withered leaves. Treading lightly on it, I enjoy the cracks sounding continually under my feet, as if they are conversing with me fondly. Two rows of birch trees stand along the roadsides, stretching their naked branches so high as to poke holes in the sapphire blue sky. I know, on those old branches are recorded people's ups and downs, joys and sorrows in the past year as well as one year's frost, rain and sunshine. The remaining foliage of the birch trees is rustling as if it is raining. Occasionally, raising my head, I can see a little sparrow flitting from one spray of a birch and then alighting on another. It looks for its own joy, no matter how hard the life is.
On a broken twig, a dead leaf was still hanging, shivering in cold. The wind blew in gusts; the solitary dead leaf was flickering, in danger of falling off at any time. I wondered whether it would hold out a little longer. Suddenly, a strong blast swept over the birch, and as I expected, the dead leaf finally fell off the twig and was fluttering in the air, leaving only the broken twig swaying to and fro.
Winter or Summer? The four seasons of the year are enjoyed by everyone. ... In the winter, the Christmas holiday is great for people to enjoy. ... It marks a new year for everyone and they can relax and enjoy the holiday. ... Almost all of the people in Kapuskasing have a snowmobile and enjoy this pastime in the winter. ...
The winter day, as if to mourn the death of summer, was gray and sullen. ... All that was ugly, dead, and brown lay, concealed from view, beneath a thick snowy blanket thrown down by Mother Nature to protect the land during its long winter's sleep. Even the houses had donned their milky nightcaps in preparation for the long winter nights. ... More doors opened, and people of all ages though really children at heart, came out to frolic in and enjoy the newly fallen snow. ... From bleak and gray to bright and fresh, the first snowfall of the winter season transformed not only the landsc...
Question Russia has successfully projected its soft power through the Sochi 2014 Winter Olympics. ... Athletes and visitor from around the world have the opportunity to enjoy the warm welcome of the Russian people. ... Sochi Winter Olympics had shown a new, multi-faceted and openness Russia. ... Meanwhile, the Russian people were in a complicated way to see the Winter Olympic. Many people were proud are enjoyed the opening ceremony of the Winter Olympics as its theme shows Russian culture and history Olympics opening ceremony is nice. ...
During this time of uncertainty, turmoil and waiting for the next sex scandal to break, many people will be focusing their attention to Nagano, Japan, where athletes have gathered for the Winter Olympics. Since most of us have Southern backgrounds, the Winter Olympics are entertaining to us because we get to see people in extremely cold settings move at lightning speed. ... Americans traditionally don't do well in the Winter Olympics. ... The one thing that seems to attract the attention of most Americans during the Winter Olympics is figure skating. ... Maybe it's because people who...
So this is Winter The winter day, as if to mourn the death of summer, was gray and sullen. ... Suddenly, the door of one of the dozing houses flung open, and children, bundled from head to toe in brightly colored clothes, long scarves, heavy, tightly buttoned winter coats, and tall snow boots, poured onto the snow covered front lawn, yelling in delight at God's unexpected gift, as they gathered the cold snow between their tiny hands, carefully forming balls of just the right proportions so when hurled at an opponent, would burst with a "splat" and stick in wet, soggy loads to hair ...
Despite D'Artagnan's obvious warmth for her, the Lady de Winter was not fond of him in the least. ... Athos immediately recognized the Lady de Winter's voice and found that she was headed to England. ... When she arrived in England, Lady de Winter was immediately captured and kept in the Lord de Winter's castle. Despite every effort of Lord de Winter, Lady de Winter managed to corrupt one of her guards and have him help her to escape. ... I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys historical fiction or is simply looking for an interesting story to indulge in. ...
Response Paper Both Robert Hayden's "Those Winter Sundays" and Theodore Roenke's "My Papa's Waltz", exists the theme of family camaraderie in a parent-child context. ... Both poems convey to a thesis that though a person (a child in this case) can feel lonely or going through a hard time, he or she can always enjoy the love, company and the hardworking support from their family. ... This also shows that this particular family isn't economically adapted therefore the father is required to have such a job that makes him tired at night ("whiskey on your breathe") an...
"" "The Winter Sundays" is a poem we have recently read in class. I understood many concepts from reading this piece. We also held many class discussions on it to help better out understands and hear other point of views on the poem. The poem is about a boy who lived his life poorly and is now ...
