If I were a snowflake, how could I write a paragraph?

If I were a snowflake, there would be many beautiful things in the world, real, false and imaginary. If I were you, I would rather be an unknown snowflake, because I have a newer understanding of snow. If I were a snowflake, I would be a hexagon, like a beautiful flower. I don't know which craftsman polished white jade so verve. I really should thank nature for its wonderful craftsmanship. We are flying all over the sky, like catkins in spring. I saw us appear on that branch in various ways, some like cotton balls, and some like fluffy shiny silver flowers. On the road, we formed a jade belt, which extended to the distance. Ah! How beautifully the world is decorated by us. If I were a snowflake, I would rush into the children's hands with my companions, or fall to the ground to form a snow blanket. Naughty children stepped on us, leaving exquisite footprints on us, row after row. How cute! Some children crumpled us up and threw them at the opposite children. As soon as we touched the children's coats, they broke like glass hitting the bottom. Not to be outdone, the "injured" children grabbed us and threw us into the sky. Oh! Someone was shot again. Soon, we will hang up our children's playfulness and never get it back. If I were a snowflake, I would float to the sleeping field and form a thick quilt with my companions to shelter the wheat seedlings in the field from the wind and rain. There is a good saying: cover three more quilts this year and sleep in steamed bread next year. This means that if it snows this year, there will be a bumper harvest of wheat next year. When the spring girl arrives, the earth will wake up slowly, and we will gradually melt into water in the warm spring. But the first sip of water that the thirsty earth drinks is our snow, and the first sip of water that flows into the stream is also our snow. I really want to be a snowflake, because it always dedicates itself silently. Although it will eventually melt and will not be praised by others, it still falls to the earth persistently every winter and never stops. I like snowflakes.