It is not surprising that catkin-like snow, reed-like snow and light smoke-like snow are flowing, chasing and coming spotless. One hexagonal flower after another, beautifully carved, without any repetition. Carve jade with powder, but which artist can design such delicate lines? Who can carve such exquisite handicrafts? I'd rather believe that this is the tears of the fairy in the heavenly palace than the masterpiece of nature!
In a blink of an eye, Chinese fir and pine trees have become Ke Yu's lovely branches. Yuyang changed into a simple Chinese tunic suit that has been worn for an autumn, while LAM Raymond took off her long red dress that she showed off for half a year. Jade butterfly-like snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the earth has replaced the silk yarn that has just been put on with a sweater.
The earth behind the snow
1. After the snow, the earth is wrapped in silver everywhere, becoming a crystal fairy tale. Rows of trees proudly bloom with silver flowers, shining with purplish light in the sun; Many delicate silver bars hang from the bare branches of catalpa bungeana; The magpies on the branches were intoxicated by the charming snow scene, stopped for a long time, then flew smartly, kicked off a piece of snow, and cried happily. In the yard, a dozen sparrows scampered in the snow for food, and occasionally turned to look at me warily.
2. I don't know when, this pure white ice crystal fell into the sky, and in the dark sky, a quiet and harmonious flying snow was overwhelming. She danced, turned around and danced in the air like a note. With the graceful dance, the distant mountains and dense fog are slowly outlined, with a long ancient rhyme, like a comfortable pleasure, lingering in the mountains, flying in the air, turning into flying snow all over the sky. Without thick ink, it is pale, just like a landscape painting full of Chinese classical style, which unfolds before dawn.
In winter, the countryside looks a bit shabby because there are no trees, and it looks a bit deserted because few people come out. At noon, people came out one after another and gathered in a sunny place. People who are looking at the sunshine at the foot of the gables silently cling to this place in a traditional posture, smiling without laughing, speechless. Some even pulled the brim down to cover the whole face and soon snored like thunder. In winter, people can sleep especially, which can be regarded as compensation for a hard year. In the morning, often when the sun has risen very high, you will hear the voice of adults calling children to get up for dinner, and sometimes you will hear children crying, which will probably disturb his dream. A passage describing the winter scenery
In the evening, large snowflakes fall from the dark sky. At the moment, mountains, rivers, fields and villages are all covered with snow.
The heavy snow comes with the cold winter, and the streets seem to be silver, so bright and brilliant. Long icicles hung in front of the eaves like crystal daggers, and the breath of pedestrians turned into white smoke.
6. After a while, the snow stopped. The whole earth seems to be wrapped in a layer of silver gauze, and it seems to be shrouded in a layer of mist. The pine trees along the road are covered with "crystal chips", emitting dazzling light. If your exclamation disturbs the birds in the branches, "crystal crumbs" will splash like morning mist and blend into the earth silently; If you shake the branches mischievously, "crystal chips" will make a crisp sound of "tinkling" and make you intoxicated. However, no one can bear to shake the branches, because no one can bear to destroy the flawless "crystal" crafts.
The poem describing the snow scene is 1. Thousands of miles away, the north wind blows geese and snow in succession. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you.
Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
I just saw the dark clouds on the ridge and the snow on the rocks, which was shocking;
Thousands of bamboo shoots, thousands of jade, thousands of trees and thousands of clouds.
It's not snow in the distance, because there's a smell coming.
Then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only his hoofprint.
The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered it, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
The scenery in the north is frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow is floating in Wan Li.
8. Waves and stones are flying in the air, and the waves hit the coast, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. How many heroes are there at one time?
The earth is white and cold, and the snow is heavy.
10 The snow in Mei is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
1 1 I knew it was snowing heavily at night and heard the sound of bamboo folding.
12 outside the snow gate, Qian Shan is green, and the February river is sunny.
13 The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snowy night returns to people.
14 In the bright moonlight, wild geese are soaring, the leaders of the Tatars are fleeing in the dark, and we are chasing them with light horses and heavy snow on our bows and swords.
15 Who cut the flat land into a pile of snow or even smallpox here?
16 Clouds and dusk, snow and return air.
17 The spinning bead curtain on the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost.
18 all the springs were frozen and swallowed, and I sang cold more. I leaned against Qiao Song in the middle of the night and didn't feel covered with snow.
19 Snowflakes floated in the distant sky, drying the smoke of Lv Ming.
In the sunset, on vegetables and bamboo, on the mountain, in the snow.
The air difference of 2 1 salt spraying can be simulated if the catkins are not due to the wind.
The moon shines with snow, and the north wind is strong and weak.
I don't know if the court will fall down today, but I suspect it was Lin Huakai last night.
When six flying flowers came into the house, I sat down and watched the bamboo turn into branches.
Stream Zita Law, mountain frozen cloudless.
It is advisable to stay up late in winter and think of the morning in summer.
Old guests are happy to spend the winter behind closed doors with their families.
28 Life Poems Drain Light, Love Early Winter Frost.
Winter is short tonight, and tomorrow will be older.
Standing at 30, the autumn wind rises, and the wine flies in the winter snow.
3 1 I don't know if it has been sprayed recently, but it is suspected that it hasn't disappeared since the winter snow.
In 32 days, personnel were urged by the sun, and the solstice of winter ushered in spring.
See the distant mountains in clear winter, the snow is green.
Snow pressed the winter clouds in vain, and flowers bloomed and fell for a while.
Upside down, the cold current is urgent, and the earth is slightly warm.
Plum blossoms are full of branches, and you are affectionate, learning snow and turning with the wind.
The heavy snow changed everything. The back view of space, it is suspected that it is Yulong Dou! Row upon row, flying all over the universe in an instant, riding a donkey across a small bridge, sighing only the fragrance of plum blossoms.
I love the sunny snow in Shandong, and the soft red light rushes into the Yinshan Mountain.
38 waves full of snow, peaches and plums silent, a group of spring,
Composition: A little light snow is the best. You see, the dwarf pine on the mountain is getting darker and darker, and there is a bun of white flowers on the top of the tree, like a Japanese wet nurse. The top of the mountain is all white, and there is a silver edge on the blue sky. On the hillside, there is thick snow in some places, and grass color is still exposed in some places; In this way, one is white, the other is dark yellow, and the mountain is covered with a floral dress with water patterns; Looking at it, this floral dress seems to be blown by the wind, which makes you want to see more beautiful goatskin. As the sun sets, the yellowish sun shines obliquely on the hillside, and Bo Xue seems to be suddenly shy and slightly red. It's just a light snow. Jinan can't stand heavy snow. Those mountains are too fragile. Winter is coming, the cold current is coming, the goose feather-like snow is flying all over the sky, and the whole world is covered with a white coat. The autumn when the crops were harvested was sent away, and the snowy winter finally arrived. It's snowing, and pieces of snowflakes are falling from the sky. In a short time, the ground, trees and roofs turned white.
It's warm in spring, warm in summer and quiet in autumn. What about winter? It was just dawn, and I was walking on my way to school with my schoolbag on my back. The boundary between heaven and earth is so hazy: the mountains are white, the sky is white, and white fog is floating on the water. I want to touch this strange fog, but it runs around like a naughty child for a while ... The cold wind growls with its thick fingers, grabs the hair of pedestrians wantonly, and stings the skin of pedestrians like needles. Pedestrians have no choice but to buckle their winter clothes tightly, put their hands in their pockets, shrink their necks and act quickly. But the pines and cypresses on both sides of the road are in high spirits, proudly facing the wind, frost, rain and snow, inspiring people to forge ahead. Shops in the street opened one after another. I didn't have the heart to appreciate the dazzling array of goods, and I didn't have the heart to taste the mouth-watering food, so I stepped up and went to school to find that winter morning. As the sun rises, the gray fog seems to be rolling all the time. I vaguely see the heads on the playground: one, two, three ... The playground is getting more and more lively.
Look, here comes an old teacher and several young pioneers are saluting him. The old teacher smiled and nodded ... there are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful. The snow in the evening is deeply cut, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, which can drown everything and have a sense of nudity.