Snow, floating in succession.
Like a little angel in heaven
Dancing with white wings
Spin and fly in the air and come to the world.
She drifted quietly to the branches and grass.
Gone with the wind, make the earth white.
Her magic brush
Paint the world with such beautiful colors.
She playfully landed on the child's warm palm.
Turn into fog and send laughter into the distance.
She lingered on the red berries among the pine trees and didn't want to leave.
Snow is pure and beautiful.
Our hearts have been sublimated with her.