It began to snow in the early morning, and what woke me up so sensitively was the expectation of snow (it was cloudy since yesterday, and the weather forecast also said there was)
It's snowing. ) Open the corner of the curtain and look out. There was no wind, and snowflakes slowly floated down from the sky under the illumination of mercury street lamps. ...
Snowflakes are soft, and the first snow is not dense. The air is not cold, and the snow falling on the concrete floor will soon melt and only fall on the trees.
Only those on the branches and on the playground stayed, glowing with quiet white light in the light.
I fell asleep.
When I woke up again, it was already dawn. To my delight, the snowflake didn't stop. They are still falling silently.
Open all the curtains and screens and look out from the fourth floor of our house. The air around us seems to be mixed with wisps of spun yarn. And the roof of the storage room
The upper and western playgrounds have been covered with a thin layer of snow, and the concrete floor is wet. The whole scene looks like a little girl in a white dress in summer.
After breakfast, I still stood at the window and looked at the snow I loved.
The snow drifted slowly, and the snowflakes became much bigger. Pushing open the window, a piece of white snow fell gently on my fingertips, cool.
It turned into a drop of crystal water.