Facing the snow, I want to recite some poems I have learned, but I can't remember them. It seems that what nature has given us cannot be expressed in words. Although I can't say it, I can listen, listen to the sound of snow.
It was snowing heavily, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, flying or hovering, or falling straight and quickly, laying on the ground. At this moment, everything is beautiful, a person is silent, standing in front of the window, but the laughter of those snowflakes echoes in my ears. I can hear their joy.
Before the snow stopped, the children couldn't help coming out to play and have snowball fights. Although it was still snowing, they had a good time regardless of their parents' opposition, full of childhood joy. Snow lets us roll them into fluffy snowballs and then throw them at each other. Although his body was smashed everywhere, they never complained. Give us happiness is its happiness. It warms our hearts with its unique language, and I can hear the sound.
Snow is a good sign for a good year, and it should be a good sign for a year on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month. Snowflakes fall slowly, accompanied by firecrackers, giving people joy. I like to watch the snow quietly, watch the snow fall quietly, and listen to the faint sound of snow, I will feel very peaceful and happy. I saw a group of children having a snowball fight, dodging left and right on the road. I saw a layer of snow covering the young leaves on the lawn, protecting them. I can hear their voices proud of taking on this important task.
The pure snow on the ground bathed in sunshine and enjoyed the last moment of joy. Are they crying for dying lives? No, they are laughing and proud. They finished their task and spread the joy to the world. They gave their lives and played their strengths. They are great, and I can hear the happiness in their lives.
When it snows again, let's stand by the window and listen to a life legend.
snow
It's snowing. Although I'm afraid of the cold winter, I really like snow. I turned around in the snow with great excitement and carefully stretched out my hands to meet the falling white petals. The clothes, hats and scarves were all white, and I was reluctantly pulled into the umbrella by my companion. I have to listen quietly to the sound of snowflakes falling on the umbrella, so soft and moving, just like a mother caring for her baby and whispering in her lover's ear. Thus, the whole world is like a gentle trap, which makes people unconsciously intoxicated and deeply intoxicated.
It seldom snows so heavily in my hometown. Dressed up with snowflakes for an afternoon, the whole world is impeccably pure. I think I was shocked by those white eyes, and I couldn't help humming Snowman, which moved me.
At night, I can't help but open the door and look out. The night glowed softly against the snow. It's so romantic to find the night so quiet and beautiful for the first time. I hate that I can't dance like an elf in white gauze. Then I will try my best to jump out of my most beautiful dance and do a "Chang 'e Twilight Sleeve, with the aim of loyal soul dancing". I really seem to want to move my steps. Suddenly, my mother called me into the house, because it was still snowing outside, and I think people can't help being stupid sometimes. Yes, the night is so tempting.
The next day, I walked in the Woods behind the house. There is no beautiful scenery in the Chinese fir forest. I am glad that my father has been guarding the bamboo forest, because the bamboo forest dotted with snow has a little realm. A layer of snowflakes, not too thin, accumulated on the bamboo leaves, swaying in the breeze, and then scattered like powder. Faced with this situation, no matter how much sadness and boredom are thrown out of the cloud nine, the mind is washed away and the mood is suddenly enlightened. The elegance of bamboo and the purity of snow are really exquisite combinations, which shock and purify the soul.
It suddenly occurred to me, will this white elf flying in the breeze feel lonely? I think so, too. She is so elegant and pure, and doomed to be lonely in a complicated world. But I believe that she will certainly arouse some people's reflection and inject light into those dim hearts. And those literati should appreciate their persistence in loneliness. You know, snowflakes have been singing the same loneliness for thousands of years, but they stubbornly maintain their original innocent appearance.
In the days when snowflakes are flying all over the sky, let me make a small wish: let every beautiful dream grow colorful wings and fly where it wants to go, so that the future days can move forward truly and happily.