The glittering and translucent snowflake falls on my palm and looks transparent. Slowly, it melted.
Snow fairy waved her sleeves heartily; In the fluttering playing, the world is pure and clean, and there is no quagmire.
Time is gone in a flash. On a snowy night, the moonlight seems boundless, and the lights outside the window are not as bright as before. Only I am still enjoying the beauty and fragrance of the night.
Snowflakes are flying outside the window, like thousands of butterflies pouncing on the window glass, hitting the glass playfully and flying to one side.
The snow outside the window kept falling on my paper, and I suddenly felt that my life was a waste. Spring flowers and autumn moon didn't stop me, but this snow made me lost. I believe that the angel's wings are hidden in the snow, and only a nothingness can be detected by a scientific microscope. Fleshy eyes trudging in the snow for too long will lead to snow blindness, so they have to go back to the hut in the red mud stove for a while and heat a pot of wine.
After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow.
Once, we agreed to take a bath in the first snow this winter. Although the first snow came a little late, it still came, but you disappeared, and our agreement ran aground in the years.
In this winter when it never snows, I told her sad memories. With sadness, desolation and regret, I thought of her again and that relationship.
After a night of heavy snow, a thick layer of snow accumulated on the roof of the city, standing on the flat top of a tall building and looking out, just like rolling snow-capped mountains.
Clusters of snowflakes fly down, like countless torn cotton balls falling from the sky.
The snow is really cold, so cold, and I have never felt so lonely at the moment. It seems that I am standing in a corner abandoned by the world, as if I were a ronin abandoned by the world.
Snow, what lovely snow! So quietly falling, falling, falling on the mountain, falling on the field, falling on the eaves; White mountains, white soil, white roofs, thousands of branches and thousands of crystal bars have become silver corals in the silver sea.
The snow is still falling, like salt on my wound. But I know that this kind of pain is necessary.
Snow, in this snowy world, has been gentle and lonely. Pick some snowflakes to soften the thin ice barrier. The palm of your hand passes by, and your thoughts fly like this snowflake condenses into my thoughts.
Bach's church looms in the endless notes. Who will leave the first footprint in the snow? When I opened the curtain, the light shining on my face reminded me of human morning.
Snow, floating, look! Pieces of snow, dancing with the wind, swaying, like goose feathers, like catkins. Snow, how beautiful! Crystal clear, graceful, like a little star landing on earth, but also like a six-petal plum blossom falling in the rotation. Snow is as soft as a cloud and as white as jade. Crystal clear snowflakes are flying in the sky, streets are covered with snow and houses are covered with snow. The whole earth has become a silvery white world.
In this snow-dancing season, silent and boundless thoughts, finely divided hexagonal elves, dancing like catkins, reeds and butterflies, staring into ecstasy, and my dreams are also immersed in crystals. Snowflakes fall on branches, eaves and various buildings, outlining beautiful arcs of different landscapes, and shining against the dew moonlight.
Snowflakes inspired scholars and poets. No wonder the poet Li Taibai praised: Thousands of snowflakes fell on the Yao platform, blowing away the fragrance of the spring breeze one by one. Snowflakes can not only make people see the flawless new scenery of white jade, but also see the dawn of spring.
After several foggy days, Frost explored the road first. Can't stand the lonely cold current, unstoppable, and broke into the world. Snowflakes float in various shapes. Like fairies, they all put on beautiful wedding dresses. All the pedestrians are wearing flowers and colorful clothes. In the sky, flowers are flying; On the ground, flowers are dancing; Tall buildings, flowers are used for decoration; Everything is carved with flowers. This is the world of flowers, the ocean of flowers.
When the sun rises, Snowflake knows that the earth no longer needs his love. He melted into small drops of water and disappeared in an instant. He left cheerfully, letting the earth greedily suck the warmth of the sun. Instead of children, sunshine shows off the pleasure of conquest to snowflakes at will. The earth never missed the snowflake, never thought of loving her silently, and even gave her the messenger of love of life.
Outside the window, one snowflake after another is beautiful, dancing like an elf, glittering and translucent and moist as jade. My eyes are a little drunk, and there is a faint surprise in the corner of my eyes. Snow falls silently, ice looks soft and bones, and Ling Bo dances lightly. I leaned against the window and listened to the whispers of flying snow.
Snow is pure, just like our pure human mind, showing us great truth, goodness and beauty. The poet Han Yu once wrote:? When the snow comes in late spring, she wears a court tree as a flying flower? Isn't it obvious that Snow White has the quality of self-sacrifice and fearless spirit?
Looking forward to the winter snow, I finally danced in the afternoon. Colleagues also rushed to the office corridor like children, happily picking up the cold snowflakes with their hands and collecting some fluttering snowflakes with pots. Looking through the window, the world is getting better and better because of the sudden addition of this white elf. Although the ground is only wet and there is no snow, I am satisfied to see snowflakes. I silently hope: never stop, it will rain harder and harder.
When that unexpected snowflake, like a beautiful zhanghua, came naturally, there was only dusty joy in my heart, just like reunion, which knocked on the door of the years. The once dull story burned out several cases of candlelight and lit up the yellowed book in my hand.
When I woke up in the morning and opened the window, I saw it was snowing heavily outside. I was so happy that I quickly got dressed and rushed to the yard to jump in the snow! You see, there is a thick layer of snow on those pine trees in the yard, but the pine trees are not afraid of cold at all, and they are still green and erect, and Chimonanthus praecox is not afraid of cold, and flowers are blooming in the snow.
Snowflakes fell gently again and landed on the shoulders. How did nature create them? It's so touching. I couldn't help but reach out and want to see what kind of posture these six-petal crystal flowers are, but unexpectedly they disappeared in my palm and slipped through my fingers. No matter how gorgeous it was, it could not escape the clutches of death.
Snow is sprinkled on the earth, in dark corners, and anywhere white is needed. Snowflakes fall like flowers, not like fairies. They danced with noble bodies and flew out of the sky screen with deep chill. Every landing is a warm hug and kiss to the earth. Maybe she doesn't want to disturb the people who are sleeping, and always falls to the ground gently and comes to the world silently.
Snowflakes fall from the sky, like dancers dancing from the air, beautiful and moving; After landing, it's like putting a white cotton-padded jacket on the ground. When the snow falls to a certain extent, you will hear it when you step on it? Click click? That sound, that sound is so beautiful, the most fun game is to make a snowman, and the snowman is white, just like that old woman, so kind and amiable.
The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the dry branches are dotted with snowflakes, which is no longer monotonous; The parked vehicles on the roadside turned into pure white windows and white roofs, like cartoon dreams; The red lanterns hung high at the entrance of the community are getting redder and redder at the top because of the snow; The school playground and table tennis table are covered with snow, a picture wrapped in white.
Our life can't be like a province in the south forever, and our winter may come at any time. But as long as we remember, no matter how cold it is in winter, we can see white butterfly-like snowflakes flying at will. Please firmly believe that winter is coming and snowflakes are in full bloom!
Listen to the songs of Winter Snow. Every winter, it repeatedly sings pure songs, light voices and strict laws. I think this snow song should be not only the unique music in winter, but also the song of everyone's life.
Wake up in the morning, open the curtains and find a silver world outside the window. Branches, roofs and street lamps are covered with a thick layer of snow. At first glance, I thought I was in the wrong city. I always thought that snow was exclusive to Harbin and Jilin, but I didn't expect Shanghai to be covered in the world of snow overnight.
Snowflakes are fluttering, and the whole Suifenhe River has become a white world. In front of the school, cars are like white bread, and trees with all the leaves falling off are covered with white snow flowers. When the wind blows, snowflakes fall angrily like peach petals in the spring breeze. At this time, our classmates are playing with snow on the Little Square in front of the school. Some have snowball fights, some make snowmen, and some are moving snow. When we are having fun, are we having a class?
Snowflakes come intermittently, sometimes big and sometimes small, or even as big as goose feathers for a while, but they are not as dense as in the cold winter months, so they can't be piled up and melt and disappear in an instant. I stand behind the window and look out, but I can't see the grass ready to sprout, the flowers that want to sprout, and I can't see it? The east wind is a good messenger of the sun, and the vegetation meets the flowers. .
Meijiang snow * * * spring, between the lines, you can see the happiness of snowflakes and poets, enviable! When can we touch such happiness? Even if the snowflake turns into a drop of water in the palm of your hand, it can leave a pure memory.