Snowflakes fall playfully like beautifully carved spirits.
They landed on branches, roofs and wheat fields. Soon the whole earth was wrapped in silver. When the sun comes out, everything is shining.
Winter is a beautiful season, especially when it snows.
Snowflakes fall naughtily. They landed on branches, roofs and wheat fields.
2. Snowflake, an English poem about snow or snowflake.
snowflake
From the air,
From her swaying folds,
On the brown bare forest land,
Over the abandoned harvesting field,
Silent, soft and slow
It is snowing.
Break free from the embrace of heaven
Rushed out of her swaying clouds and folded her clothes.
Floating across the brown bare woodland
Fly over the abandoned harvesting field
Quietly, gently, slowly
It's snowing.
Just like our hazy fantasy.
Suddenly appeared with some sacred expression,
Even that restless heart
In the confession of white face,
The chaotic sky reveals
That sad feeling.
Just like our hazy fantasy.
Suddenly become some kind of sacred wish
Like a kind of melancholy in my heart.
Appear on our pale faces
Like a chaotic sky.
Reveal her sadness.
This is the poem of the air,
Record it slowly in silent syllables;
This is the secret of despair,
Hiding in its muddy chest for a long time,
Now whisper
Go to the Woods and fields.
This is a paradise for silent syllables.
A poem that pours down slowly
This is a long-term stagnation in its chest.
The secret of despair
Facing the forest and fields.
Low-complaint catharsis
3. Urgently ask for an English poem about snow in winter. Snow often patronizes us.
My life is full of hexagonal flakes.
Whenever the north wind blows.
I began to expect snow.
White the snow of the whole world,
But it brought trouble to our friend Bird.
The trees put on their hats overnight,
A roof covered with white blankets.
It snowed for the first time this year last night;
We live in a new world.
When it snows, my heart is pounding.
The snow in front of the door is well accumulated.
I go to school by bike,
Step hard, but feel happier.
Some people slipped,
But no one quarreled or cursed.
The girls are playing with snow on the playground.
Chasing one after another crazily,
Concerts followed.
They made snowballs.
I wish I were young and agile.
Throw snow at the last runner;
Or I can write in the snow.
I praise the beautiful poem of snow.
This poem was written with excitement when the first snow fell in winter.
Simple but very emotional.
4. Snowy sunset, an English poem about snow
Snow on the ground
The sun is sinking.
Trees are covered with sunlight.
People gasped at the sight.
Snow on the ground
Animals are running around.
Snowflakes are falling on your hair.
Stiffness and cold in the air
Snow on the ground
People slide down on sledges.
There is hot cocoa and coffee in it.
Why not go sledding again?
Snow on the ground
The sun has set.
Lights lit up the city.
People everywhere say what a sight it is.
As long as you are willing, when you are frustrated and need a shoulder most, let me know that I will immediately appear under the stars and feel boundless loneliness. Maybe a meteor can understand. I expect your heart will bring a lot of fragrance in snowy days.
Please let me know what I can do for you if you like. When you are unhappy and want to cry on someone's shoulder, I will stand in front of you immediately. I feel so lonely under the sky full of stars and clouds. I hope your love will give me something sweet on a snowy day.
6. English short poem about winter 1. Blow, blow, you winter wind. Blow, blow, you winter wind, you are not as unfettered as human ingratitude; Although your breathing is rude, your teeth are not sharp because no one sees you. Hey ho! Sing hi-ho! To green holly: most friendships are pretending, and most love is just stupidity: so, hi-ho! Holly. This life is very happy. Freeze, freeze, you bitter sky, you don't bite so hard that you forget the benefits: although your water is twisted, your thorns are not as sharp as your friends remember. Hey ho! Sing hi-ho! To green holly: most friendships are pretending, and most love is just stupidity: so, hi-ho! Holly. This life is very happy. 2. "Stop by the Woods on a Snowy Night" Robert Frost I think I know whose forest this is. However, his house is in the village; He won't see me stop here and watch his Woods covered with snow. My pony must feel strange, stopping in a place where there is no farmhouse between the Woods and the ice lake on the darkest night of the year. He rang his harness bell and asked if there was any mistake. The only other sounds are breezes and snowflakes passing by. The forest is lovely, dark and deep, but I have a promise to keep. There are still a few miles to go before going to bed, and it seems a little long before going to bed. The next one is Robert Frost's China People Stop by the Woods on a Snowy Night. I think I know whose Woods this is. His house is in the village that passes through; He won't see me stop here and watch his Woods covered with snow. My pony must feel strange, stopping in a place where there is no farmhouse between the Woods and the ice lake on the darkest night of the year. He rang his harness bell and asked if there was any mistake. The only other sounds are breezes and snowflakes passing by. The forest is lovely, dark and deep. But I have a promise to keep, and there are still many roads to go before going to bed, and there are still many roads to go before going to bed. Robert Frost, stationed in the Woods on a snowy night, I think I know whose Woods this is. Although his home is in the countryside over there; He can't see me stopping here, expecting endless snow in his Woods. My pony will feel strange, staying in a place without a farmhouse, between the Woods and the ice lake on the darkest winter night of the year. He would hold his bell and ask me if I had done something wrong. Besides, the smell of breeze and snowflake is lovely, dark and deep. But I have to drive miles to sleep and miles to catch up.
7. Beautiful English sentences describing snow describe the beautiful sentiment of snow: 1) Snow, like Xu, like ordinary snow, like dandelion flying in the air, blown by the wind. 2) In the air, butterflies as light as sparkling snowflakes are dancing. 3) It snowed heavily overnight, and a thick layer of snow accumulated on the roof of the city, standing on the flat top and looking out, just like the rolling snow-capped mountains. 4) Along the expressway, the snow on the sidewalk has melted, and only the residual snow remains on the roof, like wearing a small white hat. 5) There is a flying snowflake in the air, and small white feathers, like falling pear petals, are leisurely. 6) Small snowflakes fluttered in the long lingering sound. Gradually, the little snowflake became bigger, thicker and crowded. ⑦ A circle, a thumping Xue Fei, like countless ears of cars and a cotton ball rolling down from the sky. 8) There are snowflakes flying in the sky outside the window, just like hundreds of butterflies flying towards the window glass. Some of them hit the glass in a mischievous way and flew flat this way. 9) The glistening snowflake whispers in my hand, and it looks transparent. Gradually, it melts. 10) It's snowing. First, there are little snowflakes. With Xu's gentle fluttering, it's getting bigger and bigger. 1 1) The snow finally stopped, and a vast expanse of white fields, buildings and mountains were covered with snow. Duanzi: "Snow!" Children report snow as good news. People will put down their work and come to the window to watch the gift of nature-snow. Especially in the south, the heavy snow is hard to enter, and many families, regardless of the cold, seize the opportunity of snow to shoot in the snow-carnival and commemoration in the snow. The children are busy making snowmen, making snowballs and having snowball fights. Obviously, many people like snow. Compared with the day when people were killed in a rainstorm, the squeak of success resounded through the sky and hit Sun's suffocating heart, with a splash of joy. It snows early, and the oft Xue Huadian point is too dense, like the wind drifting gently. With the violent attack of the wind, it snows more and more, and it snows more and more, like weaving a white net, and you can't see anything from a distance. Like a continuous curtain, it floats straight to the ground and returns to the light. Fisher and Gaiman broke the roof, pavement and branches, all kinds of objects disappeared, blocked roads and traffic, and snowflakes flew all over the sky, blending with the white world. If you walk in the street, it will soon become a living snowman. The snow on the mountain was blown in, just like burying this small room in a landslide. Jiao Jiaoshu and the snow cover kept falling into the small room. On a hillside outside the Woods, it fell down. Cold Confucianism is afraid of all the broken sounds fluttering and retreating to the horizon! The wind is getting stronger and stronger. Nado's Xiaoyun turned into a thick white cloud, which gradually rose, expanded and gradually covered the sky. Coming from under the snow. Suddenly, a large piece of snow fell. Woo hoo, the wind is howling, and the storm is coming. In an instant, the dark sky turned into a battle with Xue Hai, and everything was out of sight. The snowstorm is getting more and more fierce, the weather is getting cold, the nose and cheeks are frozen more severely, cold air bottles are put on the skin more frequently, and clothes need to be wrapped more tightly. Sleigh sometimes rolls off the ice naked because the snow on the ground is blown away. ..... I seem to feel that there is a strong light shining on the white Yuan Ye, which greatly broadens my vision. The low and black roof suddenly disappeared, only a white diagonal line formed by falling snow in all directions. ..... In the wilderness, the wind stubbornly blows in one direction. ..... Right, left, everywhere is a failure, ambiguous gray. I want to find something fresh in front of me, but there is nothing: no sign, no hay, no fence, nothing, snow everywhere. ..... It seems that the wind has changed; While blowing his head, he slammed the snowflake from his eyes; The next moment I turned my head from my coat collar hat and mocked my face with it; And what is coming from behind is the whirring and shouting of the hole. ..... When I want to stand up and wrap my body tighter, the snow and hat that fell on my collar slipped from my neck and slipped into the place where I was shivering with cold. It has been snowing for several days, and it didn't stop until this morning, and a strong sense of freezing solidified on the snow. ..... Under the heavy snow, Zhao Mine, the bird's nest in Village 240, seems to have disappeared. ..... A house without fire is as cold as a stone, and there is no thick layer of snow on the melted tiles.