This snow is not as soft as goose feather snow, but densely covered the sky, just like countless white elves flying, crossing, rotating or vertical. Before her gentle breeze made people appreciate her dancing, she fell to the ground, trees and houses. Listen, that rustling sound is the hurried footsteps of snow.
Soon, there were stumps on trees and roofs, dead branches turned into glittering snow wool strips, cedars became Christmas trees in children's eyes, and tall buildings became castles in fairy tales. "It's snowing, it's snowing!" The children scrambled to tell each other about the surprise brought by the heavy snow.
Through the window, I can see snowflakes flying all over the sky This snow is not as soft as goose feather snow, but densely covered the sky, just like countless white elves flying, crossing, rotating or vertical. Before her gentle breeze made people appreciate her dancing, she fell to the ground, trees and houses.
Listen, that rustling sound is the hurried footsteps of snow. Soon, there were stumps on trees and roofs, dead branches turned into glittering snow wool strips, cedars became Christmas trees in children's eyes, and tall buildings became castles in fairy tales.
Maybe people like this rare snow too much to disturb them. The whole city stood quietly in the snow curtain, with less noise and more holiness.
2. Describe the scene of snow. Fantasy about snow. Siberian winds bring light rain and flowering season. In this northern winter, I wander alone on the snow surface, through the sad space, towards the last cycle of the season. Today, this small town finally waited for another long-awaited snowfall.
Butterfly-like snowflakes dance gently, bringing the unique scenery of this season. She came lightly, she came slowly, and she came without makeup and gauze.
This winter's elves have come to dress up our world. Can winter be called winter without snow? Wherever her skirt goes, the snowy plain is as quiet as a virgin, the snowy peaks are cold, the Yushu Qionghua is in full bloom, and the air is particularly gentle.
Under her gentle comfort, all the restlessness began to subside, and the earth was quiet and peaceful, just like a baby sleeping in its mother's arms. In this world of silver makeup, this dazzling whiteness eclipses the sky.
In this quiet white, what impetuous worries are we unable to let go? When our restless hearts calm down, we can feel how colorful the falling snowflakes are. What kind of flowers in the world can be as atmospheric as snowflakes? What kind of flowers can be as chic as snowflakes? "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees"-this is the brilliance of snow; "Northland scenery, thousands of miles frozen, Wan Li snow floating, looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, and I am boundless, the river rises and falls, I lost the surging"-this is the spectacular snow; "The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating"-this is the beauty of snow; "Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes the spring. It is already a cliff full of ice, and there are beautiful flowers "-this is the romance of snow; "There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths"-this is the loneliness and seclusion of Xue.
In fact, what I like best is "there is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the quiet stove;" It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? " This artistic conception. Two old friends, sitting around a small red stove in a thatched cottage with low clouds at dusk, asked questions in a warm and concerned voice.
It's just that in today's society, although there are many wines, there are few stoves and bosom friends are hard to find. This artistic conception is even more difficult to appreciate. I came to the suburbs alone, and in the vast snowfield, I reduced myself to a small black spot between the boundless world and stopped quietly here.
If we regard this snowfield as a world, then we are countless snowflakes scattered by God. Like falling snowflakes, we are sent to this world by the wind of fate. Looking back, there was no trace of patrol.
We lie down where we fell, waiting for the wind of fate to send us to another place again, or waiting for another snowflake to fly, and then quietly melt into invisibility. Just as there are no two identical snowflakes, there are no two identical people in the world.
So, where is the other snowflake that we know and have a heart? Looking around blankly, what is colder than the weather in early winter is loneliness, which comes from all directions and penetrates my heart. In this cold silence, a warm voice gradually rises from the bottom of my heart: are you afraid of it snowing in the face of the cold? Are you afraid of fire to warm your hands? Can you have a smile that fills your home? Are you afraid of loneliness? Do you want to hear me say something sweet? Do you want me to leave you a snowflake? Xun Mei became a fairy tale in my dream. Petals are flying around my long hair. Pick one that I can always care about and accompany me to the world in the coldest day. I think this is the best song in the world. How many strong feelings it contains, and how much I miss my lover.
Accompanied by singing, there is also a feeling of giving up. In this life, can I find my other snowflake? Can I still hold hands and sing this song to her? Who can accompany me to travel around the world on the coldest day? Seeing snowflakes flying like butterflies, I suddenly felt infinite sadness in my heart.
Just like a broken cocoon butterfly, how painful is it for a drop of water to condense and crack into a beautiful snowflake? How many hardships does life have to go through to be more sophisticated and brilliant? .
3. Snow scene. Snow is a gift from Grandpa Dong. It is as white as a white angel. It is the embodiment of beauty. It fell from the sky and danced in the air like a small butterfly. Snow is like a naughty child playing hide-and-seek with us. As soon as it falls, it turns into water, so that we can't find it, but it is secretly laughing there. After the snow, the silver heaven became a child. Here, a primary school student is holding a "cannon" as if to "storm" others. The trees and roofs were wrapped in silver, as if the guards were wearing white cloaks. Seeing this, I can't help thinking of the proverb "Snow brings us endless fun. White snow represents the coming of winter. It is full of excitement and fluttering. You are a white and flawless messenger! Beautiful Snow Scenery This is the biggest snow since the winter of this year, and it is also the heaviest snow in 15 years. Yesterday morning, the sky suddenly began to snow. At first, it began to snow a little. Gradually, I saw large snowflakes floating down from the cloudy sky like cotton flowers. It snowed harder and harder, and soon, the ground turned white, the trees turned white and the roof turned white. The snow is full. From a distance, the village seems to have become a fairy tale world full of poetry and painting, "the silver snakes are flying on the mountain." Glittering silver bars are hung on the trees beside the asphalt road, while those evergreen trees are covered with heavy snowballs. It's really "like a strong wind in spring, which blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees"! The snow on the road is more than ten centimeters deep, and it creaks when you step on it. Naughty children gently shook the branches, and jade-like snowflakes fell on their heads, causing them to scream. The sun shone on the mushroom-shaped pine trees and some snow melted. The remaining snow is like a lovely jade dog lying on a tree-it is also wishing us a happy New Year! I don't know when a lovely snowman piled up in front of the lawn next to the hole in the residential building. Some of them look like housewives with brooms. Some people wear "clothes" with buttons and wear bow ties gracefully, like an elegant gentleman; Some are ingenious, piling up a Fuwa Jingjing, which is simply lifelike; There is also a family of three snowmen, really cute! As the saying goes, "Snow will bring a good harvest". This heavy snow is sure to bring a good harvest this year.
4. A short essay describing the snow scene.
When winter comes, white clouds turn into snowflakes and fly to the earth, calmly and peacefully floating down. They fall quietly under the eaves, on the branches, on the land and on people's clothes. At this time, it is no longer arrogant, but becomes approachable.
It's snowing. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky. Soon, it became a silver world. The ground became a snow blanket, the house was covered with cotton wool, the trees in Na Tong were covered with pear blossoms, and the cypress and bamboo branches were covered with snowballs and silver bars. From a distance, at least, Yushu is full of beautiful branches, silver makeup and jade, full of poetry and painting. What a white and flawless city! The snow is spinning and falling, just like someone accidentally broke the jade. Broken jade flies and changes steps. After a while, the earth was covered with silver, and the dead trees turned into emerald corals. It snows heavily, like goose feathers. They quietly and slowly descended from the sky, dotted with everything, like little angels coming to earth. They covered the ground with thick quilts and decorated the house with silver. Snow fell on the tree, clusters, like a squirrel's big tail, fluffy and heavy; The road is even more beautiful, like a long belt. People stepped on it and giggled as if playing a symphony. It snowed harder and harder, and the whole world turned white. Houses, trees, fields and mountains are all dressed up.
Because of the arrival of snow, children are boiling, streets are busy, and snow brings infinite vitality to the earth. Snow is beautiful both in appearance and in heart! I love snow, I love this beautiful snow!
5. Write the sunny and snowy scene with the word 100 in serial sentences. Hello, everyone. My nicknames are Qingxue and Cute.
I feel very happy every time I see the newly fallen snow. Why? Because I don't need much satisfaction. To put it simply, I live in the south, where it seldom snows. I also like the snowy scene, because I feel very relaxed. Fresh residual snow adorns the face of the earth, just like a beautiful girl wearing a handsome cotton hat.
Although the weather was very cold when I saw the snow clearing, my heart was warm, infinitely satisfied and infinitely free. I like nature, because in nature, everything is there, not so hypocritical, everything is on the surface, you don't have to look for it, you will find your own happiness, I love snow, I love late winter and early spring, although it is cold, it is about to become spring.
No matter what I do, I can't escape this nature. I think everything is hypocritical, only nature. There is love.
What happened to the pupils? I am a child.