First of all, snowflakes
Snowflakes, goose feathers shaken off by the little angel pulling the pillow, scattered all over the floor. It is the cotton wool that Mother Sky rents to the earth, making it a warm quilt. Snowflake is a gift from Santa Claus. I wish every child health and happiness.
Second, snow.
Snowflakes are floating in succession, like little angels in the sky, dancing with light and white wings, spinning and dancing in the air, and coming to the world. She quietly drifted to the branches, to the grass, to float and float, and covered the earth with a layer of silver. Her magical brush painted the world with such beautiful colors. She playfully landed on the child's hot palm, turned it into fog, and sent her laughter far away.
She lingered between the red plum and the pine forest, unwilling to leave. Snow is pure and beautiful. Our hearts have been sublimated with her.
Third, snow elves.
It is an elf, and it has a kind of magic power-putting on new clothes for the earth, chiffon fur coats for the earth, white hats for tall buildings, white clothes for cars and silver coats for swaying young trees. The new year is a good omen and a bumper harvest in the new year.
Fourth, snowflakes are fluttering.
Snowflakes are falling, and a few pieces fall on the waist of the tree, listening to the two swallows left behind, whispering and hugging in the branches. Snowflakes fluttered, and some drifted to the ancient temples on the mountain. Some lay monks knock wooden fish, some drift to the two ends of the wilderness, sew double quilts for rock weeds, stare at chrysanthemums with eyebrows and snowflakes falling, some travel south by boat, shepherds, farmers, and a few.
A few flowers fell on the tip of mother's hair, the white roof, the hedge bridge, smiling snowflakes flying around the wrinkles, thousands of flowers still floating in the air, and two rows of red Fuji are running in the direction of the sun.