It seldom snows so heavily in my hometown. Dressed up with snowflakes for an afternoon, the whole world is impeccably pure. I think I was shocked by those white eyes, and I couldn't help humming Snowman, which moved me.
At night, I can't help but open the door and look out. The night glowed softly against the snow. It's so romantic to find the night so quiet and beautiful for the first time. I hope I can't dance like an elf in a white gauze. Then I will try my best to jump out of my most beautiful dance and do a "Chang 'e Twilight Sleeve, with the aim of loyal soul dancing". I really seem to want to move my steps. Suddenly, my mother called me into the house, because it was still snowing outside, and I think people can't help being stupid sometimes. Yes, the night is so tempting.
The next day, I walked in the Woods behind the house. There is no beautiful scenery in the Chinese fir forest. I am glad that my father has been guarding the bamboo forest, because the bamboo forest dotted with snow has a little realm. A layer of snowflakes, not too thin, accumulated on the bamboo leaves, swaying in the breeze, and then scattered like powder. Faced with this situation, no matter how much sadness and boredom are thrown out of the cloud nine, the mind is washed away and the mood is suddenly enlightened. The elegance of bamboo and the purity of snow are really exquisite combinations, which shock and purify the soul.
It suddenly occurred to me, will this white elf flying in the breeze feel lonely? I think so, too. She is so elegant and pure, and doomed to be lonely in a complicated world. But I believe that she will certainly arouse some people's reflection and inject light into those dim hearts. And those literati should appreciate their persistence in loneliness. You know, snowflakes have been singing the same loneliness for thousands of years, but they stubbornly maintain their original innocent appearance.
In the days when snowflakes are flying all over the sky, let me make a small wish: let every beautiful dream grow colorful wings and fly where it wants to go, so that the future days can move forward truly and happily.
Snow is people's favorite. In winter, the snowflakes all over the sky give people many beautiful reverie. Children like snow. When they watch snowflakes falling from the sky, they will dance. How beautiful and strange snow is!
It was a little warm a few days ago, but yesterday, the weather suddenly turned cold. At noon, the cold wind roared. Today, on a dry morning, I opened my sleepy eyes and looked out. Oh, it is snowing. I'm so happy!
Snowflakes are beautiful. This morning, I saw some snowflakes like bright little stars, some like thin needles, some like hexagonal petals, and some like six open umbrellas ... really beautiful.
I went to school. After class, I ran out. When I saw the white campus and the white snow, I immediately thought of the sentence "Xue Rui is a good omen". Yes, Xue Rui is precious. It can not only reduce the soil temperature and freeze pests to death, but also moisten the soil and make crops have enough water. It also contains many oxygen compounds. It is a good fertilizer for crops.
Snowflakes, white and crystal clear, exquisite, light and beautiful, like white lotus, slowly fall from the vast sky, which makes our life full of new hopes.
"Look, it's snowing!" I was attracted to the corridor by the sound and 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're great. I can hear the happiness in their lives.
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 white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy 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.
What a beautiful scenery! I can't help feeling. The first ray of sunshine in the morning came, and the scenery after the snow was so beautiful. No matter far or near, the smoke is filled. I can't believe my eyes. Such a small mountain village has such beautiful scenery.
In the distance, it is a world shrouded in layers of fog and cold, and some naughty young trees are faintly visible, as if playing hide-and-seek with us. From a distance, it is simply a fairyland on earth; The willows by the river hold their heads high, covered with fluffy shiny silver bars, as if wearing bright winter clothes, which looks so full of vitality. Not far away, on the red brick house, wisps of kitchen smoke floated out like a gentle silver belt, bringing the happiness of this village to every corner of the world; Countless shining little stars fell before my eyes. It is intermittent snow foam, dancing happily with the wind. In the sun, it can be said to be a fairy tale.
North. winter String moon. Neon. The first snow began to drift away.
Sitting alone behind the curtain of the snow fog, listening to the sound of snow falling. The falling dead leaves were quickly covered with snow, disappeared like a grain of dust and sank with my memory.
It seems that every winter is spent like this, curling up in my warm cabin, lighting a curling lamp, listening to music, drinking steaming tea, reading my favorite books and watching the wind, frost, rain and snow slide past the window year after year. I would like to live in my castle like this and watch the years pass quietly, like water. I don't know if the traces of time are hung on my face and engraved in my heart. I know that one day, my eyes are no longer as clear as snowflakes. After years of heavy snow, will you still remember the woman behind the snow and the heart of the past as snow?
Looking up at the pedestrians on the road, everyone is in a hurry. The solstice of winter has not yet arrived, and the cold at this moment is not biting. I think a person walking on the road, looking at the leaves that will not fall, will make me feel a little sad, feel the warmth of home, and involuntarily speed up my steps. Reminds me of the ancient poem "Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow at night returns to people". Thinking of this, I can't help laughing, not at others, but at myself. Sitting in the room all day thinking, vague, many scenes have never been experienced and will never be realized, but inexplicably familiar and frightened. As if I had wings in my heart, I flew around for me through time and space. It turns out that imagination can be so real or so absurd.
I suddenly remembered an old song many years ago: put away your emotions, leave your memory blank, forget the past you once had, and never say love again ... I like these naive old songs, and all my troubles were solved in a few words. How many words can be realized in the ethereal promise of that year? I don't know and I can't prove it. All I know is that it will never bring the slightest excitement or dizziness, just like fireworks in the night sky. Beauty only belongs to her for a moment, the wind blows away, the prosperity is gone, and everything is empty.
Moonlight and snow shadow rolled into the window, sprinkled on the table by the window, sprinkled on my forehead, and nourished my soul. Fingertips danced again, pouring out her loneliness. This is just a game and a dream. Only the rules of this game are impermanent. This dream can see the other side, but can't swim. This play is wonderful. It should be staged when it should be staged, and it should end when it should be finished. This game is very helpless, from clear to fuzzy, from spring flowers to autumn dew. Like a wisp of wind, a Jing Xue, ups and downs at will, I don't know where to go, I don't know where to go.
"Speak, speak; What's the hurry between going and coming? " Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry" made me sigh. It turns out that everything is doomed to be in a hurry, and I will never catch up with it.
The snow outside the window has stopped. I stayed where I was, like a butterfly tired of dancing, unable to fly away.
snow
Snow is a kind of thing that can make people feel all kinds of emotions ... When catkins and reeds like snowflakes are falling from the sky outside the window, when the earth is decorated like a white carpet with snowflakes, standing in front of the window and watching them will have many feelings: they make me feel happy, even if I encounter unpleasant things, I will feel relaxed.
Snowflakes are white and pure. They also make the earth very pure and beautiful. I have a feeling that snow not only makes everything pure, but also makes people's hearts as beautiful and pure as it.
At this time, a snowflake touched the window and melted at once. I think the snow may melt soon after it stops. I really hate melting them. However, the snow will eventually melt. But its short life can protect plants, moisten and purify the air. I think it is the most selfless, it silently dedicated its own "life."
"Edelweiss, Edelweiss ..." When I watch snowflakes baptize the world, the melody of Edelweiss will reverberate in my mind. The lyrical melody of this song can accurately express the beauty of snow. I hope snow can really bless our motherland and world peace, as the edelweiss says.
I miss these snows because they had a good time. When the snow stopped, the sun shone on the earth again. A gust of wind blew off the pine snow on the ground and branches, flying in the blue sky, and the sunshine made it more crystal clear. At this time, I think snow is using this last time to show all its last beauty, and then it dies silently, becomes water and moistens the earth.
This is the first snow in winter and the first snow in 2005.
At six o'clock in the morning, I just got up and heard my father say it was snowing outside! Hearing this, I quickly ran out of the window and looked, ah! I saw a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth, and snowflakes were falling from the sky, as if a white tent had been pulled up all around, and the earth was immediately wrapped in silver. I can't help but think of a poem, "Like spring breeze, night comes and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". How beautiful!
Snow is as white as jade. Is it General Xiaotian sent by the Heavenly Palace or the jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing with ecstasy; Like a dandelion blown off; Like flying; Like a little white flower given by an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering leisurely, gently Ying Ying, is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the earth! I saw the snow in front of me as naughty as a butterfly, falling under the eaves for a while, falling on the branches for a while, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time.
You see, people in the snow, no, are energetic students, chasing, running, jumping and laughing, standing side by side with pine trees. It snowed even harder, and it turned into goose feather snow. My classmates and I walked out of the classroom and ran to the playground. No matter how cold the weather is and how heavy the snow is, we don't care even if the snow hits our warm faces heavily, because we are so happy and happy! You can have a snowball fight and make a snowman.
Snow is the messenger of winter, especially the first snow, which indicates the arrival of winter. I love snowflakes because they are beautiful, pure and selfless, and can bring joy to the earth.
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 white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy 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.
What a beautiful scenery! I can't help feeling. The first ray of sunshine in the morning came, and the scenery after the snow was so beautiful. No matter far or near, the smoke is filled. I can't believe my eyes. Such a small mountain village has such beautiful scenery.
In the distance, it is a world shrouded in layers of fog and cold, and some naughty young trees are faintly visible, as if playing hide-and-seek with us. From a distance, it is simply a fairyland on earth; The willows by the river hold their heads high, covered with fluffy shiny silver bars, as if wearing bright winter clothes, which looks so full of vitality. Not far away, on the red brick house, wisps of kitchen smoke floated out like a gentle silver belt, bringing the happiness of this village to every corner of the world; Countless shining little stars fell before my eyes. It is intermittent snow foam, dancing happily with the wind. In the sun, it can be said to be a fairy tale.
I put on my coat and came to a cool and beautiful world. I felt a chill, with a little smell of snowflakes. What a beautiful country! What a beautiful home!
Snow is beautiful, giving people a kind of warmth, a kind of pity, and people have to be moved. ...
There are countless hexagonal fairies like flowers and butterflies everywhere on campus. They moisten things quietly and decorate the campus with slender magic sticks. Naughty fairies are performing a wonderful dance freely, cheerfully and lightly in the air, perhaps because they have stayed in the sky for too long. They seem to release all their energy and render everything. ...
Listen, there is a tinkling sound. Occasionally, a few snowflakes fall on the fence and then on the ground. Like a high jumper, they make some crisp knocking sounds from time to time. It seems that a lively concert is being held on the empty playground. However, the pure snowflakes finally turned into water and clung to the fence. When the wind blew, they tottered and looked unwilling to let go. In the melting snow, a whole new world is faintly reflected.
Until now, the snow is still falling, everything seems transparent, and everything seems to have just been washed. The rhythm makes people look forward to the next snowy day.
I love snow, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although it is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
Out of the canteen, something cool fell on my cheek. I looked up, ah! It's raining lightly! No, it's smaller, clearer and whiter than rain. Really? I cried happily, "It's snowing, it's snowing!" " "At the back of the two sisters also cheered.
I quickly ran back to the classroom, put down the music, picked up my friends and walked out without hesitation. Ah, it's snowing. Small and clear. We open our arms and breathe the fresh air, so that these elves can fall on my hair, sleep on my school uniform and melt into my shoes. I turned around and smiled in the snow. I feel like a white butterfly, dancing happily in the night when snowflakes are flying all over the sky.
It snowed harder and harder, and in a short time, snowflakes fluttered around like goose feathers. My friends and I ran across the alley with our heads down and let these naughty guys fall on me. I opened my mouth and let the snowflake fall in my mouth. It was cool, sweet and beautiful. My friends and I laughed all over the campus. Looking back, the students are enjoying the happiness brought by the snow with great interest. Snow "washed away" our fears and troubles after the exam and brought us happiness and joy. There is a saying in an ancient poem: "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes", but isn't this snow the same? So we have no worries, only happy and beautiful feelings.
After the self-study, I pushed open the door and the outside was completely new. The branches are covered with white flowers, the grass is covered with white cotton, and there is a thick layer of snow on the ground, like a white quilt and a beautiful white silk skirt. How beautiful!
Snow, you are the most beautiful fairy in the world!
We come and go, and they turn hexagonal bodies. They kept dancing, saying goodbye and greeting. .....
I have to say that snow is really a strange thing ... sometimes they are so simple and willing to be a dedicated "green leaf". In spring and autumn, they sang their favorite classical music, accompanied by the crystal rain in Ming Che, and thus staged a series of beautiful stage plays.
They are also cunning and clever. Have you seen their petite figures in summer? They never reveal their whereabouts in summer.
Finally looking forward to winter, they use all kinds of bodies to surround ... and do their best, then turn around and sing. At this time, they are also the most presumptuous and happy. So, they began to make trouble, gently landed on other people's noses and palms, only made a provocative action, and then flew away. They began to play tricks again and encouraged the cold wind to go away. Breathing the heat, hugging the body, walking home with difficulty. Only snowflakes are left, rolling with a smile. They still feel that this is not enough. They used magic while we were not looking, and a layer of ice formed on the windows and the water. Boy, don't let me catch you!
At this point, Grandfather Sun has ordered them to return to heaven quickly and accept punishment. However, I can clearly see that they are still dancing.
Snow is a gift from nature and a symbol of purity and innocence. Look! It snowed heavily this winter. It is white and soft, like a reed flower flying in the air ... which makes me fall in love with the snow in winter again. I saw silver-white "pearls" scattered all over the sky in the drizzle, just like a fairy's dance skirt and an angel's white dress. More and more snow has covered the mountains and rivers with a thick cotton-padded coat, and even our yard is no exception. Look! It snows heavily today, which is just right for making a snowman. I put on my hat, gloves and scarf and a warm coat. My name is Gao Wenjue, my little neighbor. Let's go downstairs and make a snowman! The first step in making a snowman is of course to collect snow. I thought to myself: What's so difficult about collecting snow? Isn't it just transporting it from one side to the other? But there is also a lot of learning. The first method I used was to collect snow by hand, but this method didn't work at all. Soon, my hands became red, swollen and cold. One thing attracts two, and soon, Gao Wenjue and I came up with a second way: simply use the ready-made things around us to transport them. Gao Wenjue and I picked up umbrellas and came to a big tree, shaking the leaves on the branches. Snowflakes on the leaves fall on our umbrellas one after another, but umbrellas are easily damaged. What shall we do? Just then, grandma brought a dustpan from upstairs for us to hold the snow. Soon, we collected a lot of snow, enough for us to make a snowman! With the snow, Gao Wenjue and I began to make a snowman. We hold the snow together and pat it gently with our hands to make it tighter. Its snow-white body is spotless, giving the snowman a symbol of innocence. We started to make the snowman's head. Gao Wenjue and I rolled the snowman's head into a big circle with a pair of bright eyes, a long nose and, of course, a small cherry mouth. Seeing that a snowman is finished like this, but "there are unexpected events in the sky, and people will have fortunes in a short time", the snowman's head fell off, but after the efforts of my neighbor Gao Wenjue and me, the snowman finally recovered to its original state. Looking at our work, I showed a little gratified smile, because this work was completed by my neighbor Gao Wenjue, and I will cherish this wonderful moment!
Once, my English class and I played digging snow holes in the yard of the community where his family lived. Very fun, very happy.
As soon as we saw the heavy snow for several days, we agreed to make things with snow. That day, we both wore thick down jackets and gloves and came to the yard of his community. At that time, there were snowflakes floating in the sky, and the yard of the community was very large. The snow was not as thick as my knees, and there were snowdrifts as high and white as snow-capped mountains. Seeing that scene, my classmates and I are very happy-we can dig snow holes in the big snowdrift.
The yard of the community is very big, and there are many sports equipment in the center. Some children have snowball fights around sports equipment and are close to each other. The courtyard is surrounded by residential buildings, and the doors into the building are tightly closed.
We looked at the white courtyard, discussed it and started our "project". We randomly found a snowdrift, first designed the size of the hole, found the location of the hole, and drew an edge on the snowdrift. Then we picked up a shovel and began to dig, hollowing out the snow in the snowdrift bit by bit. We had a hard time getting the snow out. We were glad to see it dug, so we went in and tried it. As soon as I entered, there was a sudden gust of wind, which was as loud as a lion's bark and blew the hole down at once. When the cave collapsed, the snow buried us all together, making our faces red and painful with cold. We got off the bus, found a solid snowdrift, and made another snow hole according to the original appearance. Drawing lessons from the last time, I'll lie down in the snow cave first and dare to go in if I can't see it collapse.
When I came out, I said, "Go and find some hard snow blocks first."
"What is the use of finding hard snow?" He asked.
I told him: "make a wall and block ourselves in the snow hole." Then, we dug out of the hole with a shovel and dug a passage. "
He understood and said, "Great!"
We got into the hole and moved all the snow into the hole. It took us more than 30 minutes to make a snow wall and seal ourselves in the snow hole. It took more than ten minutes to dig the exit passage and get out of the snow. When we came out, snowflakes were still floating in the sky, and we seemed to have a feeling of victory, as if the world was invincible.
I like heavy snow, because digging snow holes on snowy days is happier than having snowball fights.
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 white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy 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.
What a beautiful scenery! I can't help feeling. The first ray of sunshine in the morning came, and the scenery after the snow was so beautiful. No matter far or near, the smoke is filled. I can't believe my eyes. Such a small mountain village has such beautiful scenery.
In the distance, nearby, on the red brick house, wisps of smoke floated out, like a gentle silver belt, bringing the happiness of this village to every corner of the world; Countless shining little stars fell before my eyes. It is intermittent snow foam, dancing happily with the wind. In the sun, it can be said to be a fairy tale.