After a while, some small snow grains began to fall in the sky. After about ten minutes, small snow grains began to increase, like flour, like salt, like sugar one after another. The sky seems to be filled with a layer of fog, and the sky is white. People shouted, "It's snowing! It's snowing, it's snowing ... "People reached out to pick up some small snow particles. I don't know, those little snow grains are like hooligans. They fell into their hands and disappeared.
In a blink of an eye, the small snow particles turned into small snowflakes, just like the auspicious clouds cut by the fairy and the pear flowers shaken by the jade people. It is small, light, soft and thin, just like the fluff on a waterfowl. They are like good friends, you pull me, I pull you, accompany each other and float down gently. At this time, the scene was really like that written by a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Thousands of snowflakes floated and fell silently in the tile ditch bit by bit."
The snow is getting bigger and bigger, flying all over the sky like goose feathers shaken off a swan. They are so dense that there are no gaps between snowflakes. One flower after another, crowded around, intimately "hugged" and fell like a small paratrooper.
After a while, it snowed heavily again. Snow flies like clouds, like clusters of dandelions. Fall on your head, and soon you will become a gray-haired old man, fall on your eyebrows, wipe them off and come up again, wipe them gently and stand up again. People can't see clearly, the whole world is wrapped in white cotton-like snow. It's been snowing for almost a day, and my feet are flooded.
It snowed for two days and nights. There was thick snow on mountains, rivers, trees and houses, about a foot thick. The branches of pine trees are also covered with thick snow, hairy, like a heavy silver bar placed on the treetops. People have come out to step on the snow, making a "creaking" sound. The students are having snowball fights and making snowmen. They are very happy.
What a heavy snow! It's really "auspicious snow and good harvest"!
Xuequ
Winter is coming, the goose feather-like snow is flying all over the sky, and the whole world is wearing a white coat. Snowflakes fell from the sky, and in a short time, the ground, trees and roofs turned white. White snowflakes are like small pieces of paper torn by people, like catkins flying in the air in spring. It is so pure and flawless, and it is so beautiful and crystal clear.
There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the spectacular scene when it snows in winter best. In winter, with heavy snow, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm and a crystal clear fairy tale world.
Get up in the morning and go outside, the wind is still blowing, and there is no intention of reducing it. The wind was so strong that it almost knocked me down and I could hardly stand up. I'm dressed like a big fat man at this time. Although I wear so much and so thick, the wind keeps drilling into my body. When it first snows, the snowflakes are often neither big nor dense, such as catkins that float lightly with the wind. As the wind blows harder and harder, the snow becomes denser and denser, and the snowflakes become bigger and bigger, like woven white nets and continuous curtains, falling straight to the ground. Snow covered roofs and roads, crushed branches, covered the appearance of various objects, blocked roads and traffic, and snowflakes flying all over the sky made heaven and earth melt into a white whole. If you walk on the road, you will soon become a living snowman. Although the snow is heavy, the children in the yard are very excited, because we can have a snowball fight and make a snowman! Call a good friend and make an appointment to have a snowball fight at Fuchun Shopping Plaza. There are 12 people, and everyone says to build a snowman first, write down their names, and agree that we will always be good friends. An hour later, our snowman was finally built, very grand and lovely. Then we began to have snowball fights. We will divide into two teams first, and then prepare "ammunition". My job is to see if any companions are making fake and shoddy "ammunition" to avoid danger. Five minutes later, we went to war. I led our team's experts to attack from the middle, and those who didn't make the right shot attacked from the back. Whoever throws will lose. I threw it on the tree head, and he could only be eliminated. Three people in our team were eliminated, leaving me and two companions, and finally the three of us finally defeated each other! It's getting late, we are all tired, but we are all happy in our hearts!
I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
The snow last night fluttered the next night. My mother and I walked under the street lamp and saw snowflakes flying. I really want to jump into the beautiful "flying snow world", but they are obviously coming for me.
Back in the yard, the snow has accumulated a thick layer, and my mother went up by herself, leaving me alone in the yard. The snow lay quietly on the ground, and the bright lights of every household shone gently on the snow. Snow is too fragile to stand the strong light.
Standing alone on this stage of nature, looking at the silvery white snow under the light, I feel a kind of softness, a kind of warmth and an inexplicable excitement! I really want to dance; I want to spend freely again. How can I spend freely? I had to draw two arcs on the snow with my shoes, leaving pure footprints!
The next morning, when I opened the window, a fresh air came to my face, and then I saw a world wrapped in silver. Great, the earth finally took off its dirty clothes and put on a white shirt! I ran downstairs as fast as I could and stood in the snow. I really want to hug and kiss Xue, but I can't. However, I have to thank the winter messenger for the gift! So, on the white "drawing board", I wrote my own message:
"Good snow! Let it snow harder!
-the words of a boy with childlike innocence "
In terms of messages, I made a snowman. I hope that the messenger of winter can see all this, and I hope that all this can represent my gratitude for winter.
At noon, my handwriting, Snowman, was quickly destroyed. Coupled with the strong sunshine, the delicate light snow soon turned into water. This is exactly the old saying, "Good flowers don't bloom often, and good times don't often." So, my mood is a little lost.
Campus is full of vitality in spring, summer and autumn. What does the snow in winter bring us?
On Thursday night, the first snow of 2009 came quietly. At night, under the heavy snow, flowers and trees put on a white dress, branches propped up snow-white snowballs, and flowers and plants fell asleep in the warm quilt. In the morning, the students opened their dim eyes and saw the "platinum" on the ground. They can't help but be surprised: nature is really a generous philanthropist!
After class, we saw the wonderful scenery on the lawn and couldn't help flying to the lawn to play games such as "goddess scattering flowers", "snowball fight" and "making a snowman". Watching the falling snowflakes quietly fall on my hair, I was envious and jealous.
We were as happy as crazy. You chased me and played, and laughter echoed over the campus. I gently picked up a handful of snow and made it into a small snowball, but the chill on the snow slipped into every cell of my body, making me feel cold and comfortable.
But it is also cruel, and it slipped away without making us happy for a while. I am very complaining in my heart, but when I recall that everyone sprinkled crystal snowflakes on others to make a small and exquisite snowman, that kind of heartfelt smile will remain in my childhood memory forever.
Snowflake's life is short, but it left us the most wonderful moment, so there is no regret.
Look, it's snowing! "I was attracted to the corridor by the sound. When I looked out, it was really good. The little snowflake is falling slowly, and my heart can't help but give birth to joy. I hope it can bring us a real heavy snow. Soon, the city was gently covered by this gentle snowflake. Every snowflake gently spirals and falls, becoming a small part of a layer of snow on the earth, and every snowflake merges into a beautiful landscape, making the earth white.
Facing the snow, I want to recite some poems I have learned, but I can't remember them. It seems that what nature has given us cannot be expressed in words. Although I can't say it, I can listen, listen to the sound of snow.
It was snowing heavily, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, flying or hovering, or falling straight and quickly, laying on the ground. At this moment, everything is beautiful, a person is silent, standing at the window, but the laughter of those snowflakes echoes in my ears. I can hear their joy.
Before the snow stopped, the children couldn't help coming out to play and have snowball fights. Although it was still snowing, they had a good time regardless of their parents' opposition, full of childhood joy. Snow lets us roll them into fluffy snowballs and then throw them at each other. Although his body was smashed everywhere, they never complained. Give us happiness is its happiness. It warms our hearts with its unique language, and I can hear the sound.
Snow is a good sign for a good year, and it should be a good sign for a year on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month. Snowflakes fall slowly, accompanied by firecrackers, giving people joy. I like to watch the snow quietly, watch the snow fall quietly, and listen to the faint sound of snow, I will feel very peaceful and happy. I saw a group of children having a snowball fight, dodging left and right on the road. I saw a layer of snow covering the young leaves on the lawn, protecting them. I can hear their voices proud of taking on this important task.
The pure snow on the ground bathed in sunshine and enjoyed the last moment of joy. Are they crying for dying lives? No, they are laughing and proud. They finished their task and spread the joy to the world. They gave their lives and played their strengths. They are great, and I can hear the happiness in their lives.
When it snows again, let's stand by the window and listen to a life legend.
Snowflakes are crystal clear and spotless. Whenever she comes to visit the Ice City, she always dances in a beautiful hexagonal dress and happily, just like joking with people in the Ice City, which falls on our faces and hands from time to time. Sometimes it's like playing hide-and-seek with us, and suddenly it turns into a drop of water, so that you can't find her anymore, but she doesn't know where to hide and chuckle!
Heavy snow fell one after another, and heaven and earth were connected together, and it was white, and it was impossible to tell which was heaven and which was earth. Pieces of glittering and translucent white snowflakes floated down from the cloudy sky. Flying snowflakes are flying all over the sky with the rustling cold wind, like soft catkins and goose feathers, roaming in the vast sky.
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. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...
The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.
After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous snow, with delicate branches, jade leaves and jade powder, which is a gratifying scene of abundant snow.
I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.