The poem "Waiting for the winter snow to fall on the shoulders" is "Waiting for the winter snow to fall on the shoulders, sitting and watching the green bamboos turn into green branches."
Knowledge expansion:
Winter is slowly coming to us, and it expresses its love for humans with its darling, Snow. Sometimes the snow is like a gentle and quiet girl, fluttering in the air and throwing itself affectionately into the warm embrace of Mother Earth; sometimes it is like a naughty crazy girl who doesn't want to be idle for a moment, so it flies all over the sky and all over the world. Every corner.
Flying, flying, finally tired of flying, he was reluctant to fly to the earth, he turned into water, but moistened the earth. At this time, the snow is like pear blossoms, like catkins, flying in various shapes: like window flowers, like stars, like fairies, in various poses. It's so light and soft. When it falls on your face or body, it suddenly scares you and makes you shiver.
The small snowflakes are all hexagonal, exquisite and clear, as if they are window grilles carefully cut out by Miss Winter with her dexterous hands and presented to the world. The snowflakes danced like countless pieces of jade scattered by fairies, and like the white flowers scattered by the Virgin of Flowers. They danced and chased in the air, like delicate white chrysanthemums.
In front of the classroom, the tower pine trees were covered with white snow. The breeze blew by, and the branches trembled, as if nodding to say hello to us. The dragon-wind flagpole left over from the Qing Dynasty on the playground is also covered in silver. The vast playground seems to be paved with a huge "Simmons". It's white and soft. I want to take a nap!
After class, all the students in the school came out, including the quietest and most introverted students. They jumped and danced on the ground, forgetting the cold, and we all made snowballs and chased each other together. My face is facing the sky, my mouth is open, I want to taste the sweet taste of snow.
I love snow, not only its beautiful appearance, but also its profound connotation. It must know the fate of falling in this world, but it still bravely falls to the earth to water the winter wheat seedlings, and it does not hesitate to turn its delicate body into a pool of clear water. It is selfless in winter.
Winter is cold. The beauty of spring, the magnificence of summer, and the richness of autumn are all hidden in the bottom of winter. When she dedicates them all to people, she quietly retreats. Winter! Give without asking for praise, and be indifferent to fame and fortune.