1. I stay in front of the TV every day, waiting for the "weather forecast". However, the heavy snow does not fall, but there is a sleet. I opened the window and looked at the fluttering snowflakes, dotted with dense and sloping drizzle, which was very interesting again. I stretched out my hand to catch it, wondering if the snowflake was hexagonal, but I could only see a small raindrop dripping on the palm of my hand. As for the snowflake, I no longer knew where it had drifted. I am a little disappointed. The heavy snow that I have been waiting for has now become just a bunch of dreams.
2. The pale sky is covered with raindrops, and my mother says it’s spring. Yusi is like a magician, performing a little magic: transforming into a snowflake. The snowflakes float down leisurely and turn into water droplets.
3. It started with sleet, but then the snowflakes took over. The snowflakes fell sporadically, like naughty elves, getting into my ears for a while, and running to me for a while. in his mouth, and then on my face. The snowflakes are like flowers sprinkled by a goddess, cool and refreshing, as if they are giving me a cordial greeting. After a while, the sky was covered with snowflakes, the branches of jade trees were on the books, and the houses were covered with silver. The ground is covered with snow. The snow is still falling, and the snowflakes are as white as jade, like the golden branches and jade leaves falling from the laurel tree in the moon palace. They "swish" into beautiful jade butterflies, scattered and gathered, dancing and drunk. It is truly a masterpiece of the earth.
4. The campus in the rain, sleet and snow is fresh and full of life. Walking on the spring campus, life is surging everywhere. In the spring rain and light snow, there are buds waiting to bloom, and the tree trunks are flowing with green life blood, permeating the vitality of spring. A few birds were chirping in the treetops. My arrival and listening scared them. With a trembling of wings and an exclamation of voice, they flew quickly into the tall tree nests woven with rain curtains, almost like a challenge. Looking at me. I smiled sadly, walking on the winding pond path, feeling the power of the old trees sprouting.
5. Today is sleet, which proves that the air is cold enough to make a snow. I look forward to getting colder and a clear snow. Then it can become a link to carry me back, so that my heart can turn into a piece of new snow in my hometown after being away for a long time! Fly!
6. Tick-tock is raindrops, drifting is snowflakes, rain carries snow, snow contains rain, what a beautiful sleet, look, the snow comes from the northwest, like white horses , formed a square array of wind, and it hurt my eyelashes. What beautiful snowflakes, like pieces of white robes of my lover, fell all over my body. I cried and laughed. What beautiful snowflakes came from you. Under the sky, the wind blows the snowflakes and sings on my river. What a beautiful snowflake, I faced the direction you came from, my eyes filled with tears, I wanted to recite your poem, but you melted on my lips.
7. In the early winter in northern Xinjiang, the weather changes like a willful child. When he gets better, he smiles every day and gets angry. It cannot be coaxed in a short while. The growers have dried their crops. It’s already November, and the sky is always gloomy. It’s raining and snowing today, tomorrow it’s raining and snowing, and the day after tomorrow it’s still raining and snowing. In the early winter of Northern Xinjiang, we are encountering a cold current where warm and cold air currents converge, hitting the land of Northern Xinjiang to the bone and heart.
8. Sleet is snow above freezing. It is crystal clear as snow, but less cold like rain. It will not be as vulgar as clouds turning to sunshine, and there is no poetry at all. It rained and snowed again in Jincheng last night, and the dew condensed on the windows. The window is covered with dew, and I am dressing up carelessly. There is mist, rain and mist outside the curtain. Snowflakes are floating on the ground but there is no snow, and the dry poplar trees are wet all over. Wet is all over the withered poplars, and the branches are my favorite. The birds are chirping in anticipation of the fragrance of spring.
9. There is a life where the weather is quite like love. Weather like this doesn't happen often, but it might come when winter comes. The weather forecast told us it would be light rain and sleet. Yes, light sleet may make you feel upset, and if there is no light sleet, you must feel that this winter seems to be lacking something, and winter will not look like winter. Therefore, we always start to miss something when we lose it.
10. Flowing, ticking. Countless densely intertwined. I don’t know if the snow is covering the rain, or if the rain is kissing the snow. They are inseparable. The lingering sleet spreads the chill in layers, which makes the scenes of the quiet night country paths blend together and appear in a wet way. In the deep and lingering lights and shadows, it looks even more eerie and mysterious.
11. Once a snowflake opens its mouth, it sings. Pure, straightforward, with a loud voice and beautiful rhythm. During the flying process, the snowflakes touched each other and discovered their own beauty and existence. Like a butterfly, it flies quickly and disappears quickly. We don’t need to search deliberately, just calm down and listen. The life of snow is real. It expands greatly to the sky, making our field of vision wider and wider. When the snowflakes approach the north wind, the singing voice will spread far away. When the snowflakes fall at night, the singing will blend into the sleepless night.
12. It often seems that the first snow falls about a week after the frost. When I wake up, the world is pure. In winter, I had a beautiful dream at night. The snow covers the ground thinly, and it creaks when you step on it, making a nice sound. There is more and thicker snow in the ravines on both sides of the road. When I was young, I always secretly picked the snow there to eat.
He stretched out his hot hands from the gloves, gently swept away the dust on the upper layer, picked up a little and ate. The snow that melted in the mouth, with a hint of bone-chilling coldness, slid along the esophagus and into the stomach, and suddenly felt comfortable all over the body. , more comfortable than drinking the sweet spring water.
13. When I feel sleepy in the winter snow, I take a good nap and stretch my body when I wake up. The wind of early spring has already gone away. In the cold and cold winter, the winter snow is no longer sentimental. , I owe a lot of love debts, I am ashamed of the vast love of the earth, in the winter of Baihu Lake, I bare my chest, waiting infatuatedly for you to kiss and ravage me, Dongxue cried, the tears of my long-lost lover licked the willow tree in front of the door. The branches are deeply hidden in the quilt made of snow and water, overflowing onto the rut marks of the soft road, to nourish the thirsty soil heart.
14. Although the weather is not good, the scenery is good. As soon as I got up in the morning, I saw the white sky outside, and then I realized it was raining and snowing. I like snow days, so I walked out of the house and came to school in less than ten minutes. The teaching building in the rain and snow is like a shy little girl. At noon, a few friends and I went outside to see the scenery. We saw a vague white shadow on the barren mountain in the distance. I thought it must be a snow child! I'm very happy with the weather today.
15. The snow that I have been looking forward to all winter falls together with the rain when spring comes, intertwined and falling, in these silent years, lightly and silently, spreading into a wet world. In the mist, did your clever heart moisturize the desolation of the past? Let the desolate earth turn green? Allow me some brightness, and I will return your affection.
16. The rain was not heavy, but intermittent, tight and slow. It rained one day and then another. The weather in early winter begins to look like early winter. When going home, the wheels rolled over the fallen leaves on the ground and the lights in the rain, constantly spreading the circles into straight lines and arcs, overlapping, separating, separating and rejoining the white lines on the road. Cars passed by one after another, not fast or slow, avoiding the rain and water. The figures are confused, wandering around the big turntable in the middle of the street, and the zebra crossing in front of the traffic lights, and the noise has been muted. The raincoat floated up, picking up a handful of raindrops, and there was a slight sound of salad, quietly touching the face: Is it snowing? Looking again, there were no snowflakes, only ice arrows, but they were bent, entangled and wrapped by rain lines, and they were busy.
17. Sleet and snow, the coldness of the sky gathers the traces of spring rain, and pieces of snowflakes fly in the air. Shouts of exclamation came from the children's mouths. Snowflakes were soaking in the water of the pond, which was as quiet as a mirror. It was so quiet that one couldn't bear to move even half a step. The peach blossoms and snow in March have ruined the warm and gentle scenery of the spring in March, with kites flying on the grass and red flowers and trees. It is just like the reality that my wife and I live in different places, but snow is not common, because, spring Vitality is permeating the earth.
18. The rain is accompanied by the white snowflakes, which have melted before they can bloom. She floats across your lips, leaving no lingering fragrance, but shedding pieces Warmth; the rain embraces the white snowflakes, which are so light and elegant. Her elegant dance has melted before she can bloom. She kisses your eyebrows goodbye. Although she leaves no trace, she spreads her thoughts in the spring breeze. The rain wraps up the white snowflakes, and melts before it has time to bloom. She passes by you. Although she does not leave any light makeup and fragrance behind, she sheds the most true and pure beauty.
19. A few days ago, something fell from the sky. I don’t know if it was rain, snow, or sleet. It happened that the magnolias in the temple were in full bloom, and the white magnolia road looked even whiter when the street lights were turned on at night. There is a person in the movie "Post-80s" who said that all white will eventually turn into yellow. Within a few days, the white magnolia flowers began to turn yellow from the edges, slowly wilted, withered, and then withered.
20. In the blink of an eye, the rain turned into snow - heavy snow. The snowflakes are falling down leisurely and freely. The snow is like a beautiful silver butterfly dancing in the air. The little snowflakes kissed my face, it was cool and very comfortable! Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, like smoke but not smoke, like mist but not fog. The whole city was shrouded in white snow. Ah, that snow is the broken jade scattered by the fairy, that snow is the pure catkins on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, that snow is the rouge spilled by Chang'e, and that snow is the unique "butterfly" in winter. Snow, I sing your praises! I praise you!
21. Those few birds that were jumping tirelessly back and forth between the rainy and snowy branches are now as comfortable as a fish in water. Perhaps, they are the only ones who know that no matter how cold the spring is, it cannot stop the pace of spring. Perhaps it is the prelude of a tree protruding from its branches, inadvertently revealing this secret to them with an advanced green narrative. Rain condenses in the sky, and snow falls in the sky. Oh, whose arms have these holy raindrops, this white elf, this long-lost lover, this long-lost love, this long-awaited kiss, all flown into?
22. Spring has been slow to come in the northern town, and the sun is always hidden in the downy clouds. Looking around, it still looks like a depressed winter scene. I really don’t know how long the new buds of those trees will be gestated? The weather forecast says that there will be sleet and snow in the near future, and these cold days will continue. The weather makes winter and spring chaotic and ambiguous, lingering and entangled, reluctant to let go.
23. A quarter has Meng Yue, Zhong Yue and Ji Yue. It is now the third month after spring, which is Ji Yue. Now it is almost the Grain Rain season, but it is raining with sleet.
It rained all night last night, and only at dawn did I realize that a thick layer of snow had fallen on the mountains. The mountains were covered with red flowers and willows, and the mountains were covered with silver. There were ice hanging and ice flowers on all the trees. It was like thousands of pear blossoms were blooming on the trees. , turned into a beautiful scene of two heavens on the mountain and below overnight.