عبارات عن الشتاء قصيرة بالانجليزي يُعَدّ الشِّتَاءِ مِنْ أَجْمَلِ الْفُصُولِ الَّتِي نمّر فِيهَا طِوَال الْعَامّ ، حَيْث يهطل فِي هَذَا الْفَصْلِ الْجَمِيل الْمَطَرِ وَالثَّلْجِ وَالْبِرّ ، فتتلألئ السَّمَاء بأجمل الْمَنَاظِرِ الطَّبِيعِيَّةِ الَّتِي تَكَاد ترّجع الرُّوح لَنَا ، وَلِذَلِك كَثِيرًا مَا نَجِدُ الاحتفالات والتهليلات مِنْ قِبَلِ النَّاسِ بِهَذَا الْفَصْلِ الْجَمِيل ،عبارات عن الشتاء قصيرة بالانجليزي فَمَن خِلَال هَذَا الشِّتَاء وَالْمَطَر تَنْبُت الْوُرُود وَالْأَعْشَاب و تَكْتَسِي الْأَرْض بِاللَّوْن الْأَخْضَر ، وَلِهَذَا يَهُمُّنَا جَمِيعًا الِاحْتِفَال عبارات عن الشتاء قصيرة بالانجليزي وَاَلَّتِي سنقدمها الْآن وباعبق البيسيات وَالْعِبَارَات وَالْكَلَام الْجَمِيلِ عَنْ هَذَا الْفَصْلِ الرائِع . .عبارات عن الشتاء قصيرة بالانجليزي
عبارات عن الشتاء والمطر بالانجليزي
I love winter, because sipping a warm drink on a frosty night among people who love and love you is enough to fill the earth with warmth.
I love winter because it always reminds me that the one who lost God and lost love is poor
I love winter because the rain always makes me feel reassured, because there is a God who will not forsake us.
I love winter because the warmth of that friend’s feelings is transferred to my palm when I shake hands with her, and it warms me.
I adore winter because that force, which makes you throw off your warm blankets, in the dead of night to endure the cold water, makes me feel the warmth of God’s love.
Winter is a season and ends, but beware lest my heart fall into winter, as the sun will melt the ice on it.
Winter will come, full of meetings, and white mornings.
Winter will come, and my mother’s bosom will swell with warmth, and her face will grow fresh and bright.
Winter will come, and I will be with my beloved.
We’ll have coffee, talk about things that only suit us, we’ll laugh until we cry, in the winter.
I love winter because when
The rain falls, the dyes are removed from the faces, and everything goes back to its origin without deception or falsification.
كلمات عن الشتاء والحب بالانجليزي
When the rain falls, the dyes are removed from the faces, and everything goes back to its origin without deception or fabrication.
I love winter because the rain always makes me feel reassured, because there is a God who will not waste us.
I love winter because the warmth of that friend’s feelings is transferred to my palm when I shake hands with her, and it warms me.
I adore winter, that the force that makes you throw off your warm blankets in the dead of night to endure the cold water makes me feel the warmth of God’s love.
I love winter because sipping a warm drink on a frosty night among people who love and love you is enough to fill the earth with warmth.
After the storm comes the rain, after the clouds the sun rises.
Despite the quiet winter nights.. but you find noise inside your heart wherever you go.. your eyes do not speak.. but sadness. You sit, alone and confused, with your sorrows, laden with your worries and anguish in your dark room, you only hear the sound of rain.
On your window.. Raindrops scatter softly and gently, as if they were whispering, in our ears in a faint voice, optimism.
Life is still going on and hope is still there, those drops are still falling and gently knocking on your window, so you go to look at it closely and stand in front of the window watching the beauty of the rain, so you smile.. and forget your worries.
Life’s hardships and harsh times.. and sad sleepless nights remember all.. what you were doing before the feeling of despair entered your heart.. because of a love that ended or a dream.. that vanished.
Under the rain showers tears drowned and merged with them without a trace, wiping away the remaining pain and leaving some of the sadness of memories crowded between the days of life.
When the rain falls and touches our bodies, it washes the heart of worries and sadness, makes it pure and clean, and draws a smile on our faces, and brings joy to the chests of our children.
Oh rain, eraser of the dryness of years, teller of the land of trees and orchards, oh rain, have mercy on others from moaning, everything you hear is a sad voice, even the mountain from your tears begins to soften.
جمل عن فصل الشتاء بالانجليزي
The rain fell on our soil and we rejoiced when it came down, we and our loved ones played on our roofs and drank from a hundred full of us.
Under the rain showers and on the sidewalks of the streets was a tale of a drop that pleased a wounded heart, and ended on a sidewalk that mercilessly swallowed it.
The sky was covered with clouds and filled, and the stillness of the place moved, and the sun went behind the clouds, there it disappeared as a mermaid, and was ashamed of the arrival of the knight and was covered.
He revived the flowers and trees, green all the creatures welcomed and cheered, even the birds swayed and rejoiced, they began to fly and swim, and from a hundred artots, the child came out playing around the waterfalls that formed, and he opened his little mouth and closed his eyes, he did not forget the colorful umbrella with his hand carried.
Oh rain, wiper of the dryness of years, teller of the land of trees and orchards, rain, have mercy on others than moaning, everything you hear is a sad voice, even the mountain from your tears begins to soften.
There.. a child wipes her tears in the dark of the night and only under the violence of the accumulated rain, the rain is the one who helps her so that her innocent tears are not revealed. Who knows, if she was crying or the rain that wet the details of her little face.. but only she has the key to that secret.. As soon as she tasted the salinity of tears rolling down like raindrops on her dripping mouth.
Under the rain showers, blackness had an end, age had a beginning, and sacrifice had a story.
The air is soft, and the matarmaleh is like no toppling. It delights the world, and washes the souls. Raise your hands to the sky, and thank God. This day is joys, feasts, and a bride.
O my friend, Joe drives sleep. It is not enough for him to sit on his bed. Sweet rains with omens and clouds, and the atmosphere is splendid, evident in its drawings. Let the concerns clear up with it the worries. No, your atmosphere is bright in its clouds.
It is not the fault of the rain that the dirt turned into mud and did not become a forest.
When this rain leaves, it leaves us with a pleasant smell that is unlike anything else. I prayed to God that I become like rain.. a good precipitation in life.. and a better smell when leaving.
O evening of rain, the thunder of thunder, O morning of joy, and the lesson, I walked, secretly lightning around me prevails on the day when clouds and clouds rained.
The earth is a story with the rain.. It quenches the thirst of the barren years, and the sand dances to the tunes of the falling happily.. And the raindrops fell to him, a melodious sound that breaks the silence of the silence with its calm, sparkling tone, in a musical unit that we enjoy, and strings play the sweetest melodies, and they cross over with balls.
I love the smell of rain, a cool breeze that dances on tree branches, and a calm wave that flows through the sea.
The sea is the source of the first inspiration and rain drops the revelation.
After the storm comes the rain, after the clouds the sun rises.