Under the reflection of light and snow, a fantastic scene appeared in front of us, just like entering another clean world. ...
The next morning, when I went out, the snow was still falling, and it was getting bigger and bigger. I feel happy. I creaked when I stepped on the snow, and snowflakes floated gently on my cheeks, feeling very comfortable. From a distance, the pine trees on the roadside are covered with white snow, which looks like the scenery of the mythical world, and the Tang poetry has also been integrated into my feeling of "like a spring breeze, blowing up at night and blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". Looking up at the sky, the white elves sent by "God" kept falling in the gray and chaotic sky.
Vilen is a vast expanse of whiteness, and the distant scenery has disappeared in the diffuse snow, hazy and picturesque. ...
I like snow very much. Every time I see snowflakes flying and falling, I feel excited inside. After all, why does snow make me happy? I can't even tell myself. Maybe it's because the days are too dull, lacking some fresh mood, and the heavy snow can make people feel refreshed, so I feel particularly moved? Perhaps the heavy snow decorated the world with its white color, covered all the dirt, and made people feel that the world was clean? Perhaps the snowflakes flying all over the sky are full of romantic poetry, which makes the mind feel the magnificence of nature? Maybe the arrival of heavy snow will bring good luck to people? Isn't there a saying called "auspicious snow brings good harvest"? Maybe, there are many possibilities. ......
I think there are some such factors in my heart, but everyone may feel different about heavy snow. I love snow because it is the embodiment of purity and an angel sent by "God" to purify the world. Her glittering and translucent figure is light and delicate, as charming as a beautiful girl's affectionate smile. Snow, like a symmetrical tree, is sacred and inviolable; Snow, pure white color appears unpretentious; Snow decorated with mountains and rivers shows her broad mind and contributes to the most exquisite brilliance of nature. ......
When I was a child, when it snowed, we happily ran to the empty square, made a snowman and had a snowball fight. We are sweating like a pig. If we don't send someone to call us at home, we won't have enough fun. Our red hands hold white snowballs, and our red faces are full of happy smiles. At that time, the snow in winter brought us infinite joy, so whenever it snows, it always reminds me of those fragments of life that have long gone away.
Time goes by. Recalling the past, we can only play back those vague "snow scenes" in our own consciousness.
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"Look, it's snowing!" I was attracted to the corridor by the sound and looked out. It was really good. The little snowflake is falling slowly, and my heart can't help but give birth to joy. I hope it can bring us a real heavy snow. Soon, the city was gently covered by this gentle snowflake. Every snowflake gently spirals and falls, becoming a small part of a layer of snow on the earth, and every snowflake merges into a beautiful landscape, making the earth white.
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 at the window, but the laughter of those snowflakes echoes in my ears. I can hear their joy.
Before the snow stops, children who are not children can't help but come out to play and have snowball fights. Although the snow is still falling, they have a good time and are 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 in early winter should be a good sign for next year. Snowflakes fall slowly, accompanied by cheers, 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're great. I can hear the happiness in their lives.
When it snows again, let's stand by the window and listen to a life legend.