In the blink of an eye, the firs and pines turned into beautiful branches and jade. Yuyang changed into the simple Chinese tunic suit she had worn all autumn, while Fenglin took off the long red dress that she had been showing off for half a year. Snowflakes like jade butterflies were flying all over the sky, and the earth changed the silk gauze that had just been put on into a sweater.
The dark sky scattered petals, which seemed to carry a faint fragrance. The snow was floating leisurely, rendering the sky and the earth into a vast expanse of white.
Snow like catkins, snow like reed flowers, snow like light smoke, flowing and chasing, spotless when it comes, not disturbed by dust when it falls. The small hexagonal flowers are exquisite and clear, and none of them is the same. Pink carving and jade carving, but which artist can design such exquisite patterns? Which carver can carve such meticulous handicrafts? Rather than saying it is a masterpiece of nature, I would rather believe that it is the work of a certain fairy in the heavenly palace. Tears!
Walking on the street, I only heard the squeaking sound under my feet. Looking back, I saw countless footprints intertwined together to form a beautiful picture. People feel warm for the coming of winter. Look, there is a big snowman piled in front of every house. There are Santa Claus, big stupid bears, and all kinds of dazzling things. Looking inside the park, the old man They danced in the snow, looking so energetic. A group of children had a snowball fight in the snow. Their red faces looked like flowers that had just bloomed. A couple held hands. He was taking a leisurely walk in the park, and he kept saying that he took out his cell phone to take pictures of her, how happy she was.
In the morning, I opened the door and took a look, oh! What a heavy snow! Mountains, rivers, trees, and houses are all covered with a thick layer of snow, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers have turned into a world of pink makeup and jade. The willow trees with fallen leaves are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars; while the evergreen pine and cypress trees in winter and summer are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs. A gust of wind blows, the branches sway gently, beautiful silver bars and snowballs fall down, and jade-like snowballs flutter in the wind, reflecting the morning sun, showing colorful rainbows. The snow on the street was more than a foot deep, and people stepped on it, making a crunching sound under their feet. Groups of children were building snowmen and throwing snowballs in the snow. Their joyful shouts shook the snow off the branches. Lovely snowflakes fell from the sky, one after another, all over the sky. The snowflakes are small and small, as if God only has this little New Year gift, so that every corner of the earth can have close contact with snowflakes and feel her deep love.
The further you go up, the heavier the snow falls. I was immersed in this white world alone, and everything around me seemed to have nothing to do with me. Just quietly, watching the dancing snow, letting it float on my clothes and hair. Snow may also be a naughty child, floating on my eyelashes from time to time. At the moment when I blinked, I realized what it means to be "smoggy, the sky, clouds, mountains and water are all white", and what it means to "sprinkle salt in the air to make a difference, not like catkins blowing up in the wind." I slowly turned around and looked at it all: white roofs, white trees, white people, and white roads. The lingering fog made everything mysterious and hazy, even the telegraph poles a little further away were looming. It is said that the snow in the south of the Yangtze River is "extremely moist and beautiful", while the snow in the north is "like powder" and "like sand", flying vigorously with the whirlwind. But at this time, I felt that the beautiful scenery in front of me was "unique in the world".
As a result, the snow fell heavier and heavier, became denser and accumulated more and more. ah! What beautiful snow! I saw that the cold snow also has a tender side. They stick together like brothers and sisters, covering the earth with a layer of white. Looking out the window, there are their shadows everywhere, and their laughter is slowly brewing in the cold air, and slowly getting thicker, deepening, and mellowing. It seems to be as mellow as fine wine, intoxicating people who have been silent for three seasons in this snowy winter. Snow is pure, just like the pure hearts of us humans, allowing us to see great truth, great goodness, and great beauty. The poet Han Yu once wrote: "Bai Xue dislikes the late spring, so she flies through the trees in the garden and makes flying flowers." Doesn't this clearly show that Bai Xue has the quality of self-sacrifice and fearless spirit?
I was walking alone on a path in the mountains. The path was paved from the top of the mountain. There was still a lot of snow on the road, like a shining silver river flowing down from the top of the mountain. There are many big trees growing on the roadside, and there is also snow on the branches. It looks like the old lady has just steamed a basket of fragrant bread and placed it on the branches. It also looks like the scarf that the winter girl has wrapped around the big tree. It also looks like the big tree has changed into a white suit. clothes. Snow, falling from the sky, seems to tell us: Winter is coming, and I am here to give you a forecast! I walked to the top of the mountain and looked down from the top, ah! All are pure white! It is snow that makes the whole world so white and pure... I stretched out my hand and caught a piece of snow. The snow melted and turned transparent, and disappeared after a while!
I love the beauty of winter snow. If you ask me the definition of beauty, it will be a difficult question to answer, but when I see the winter snow, I think beauty is pleasing to the soul and a kind of tranquility deep in the soul. You see, the fluttering snowflakes are like angels descending into the world, waving their white wings, closing their eyes tightly, and falling slowly. The tranquility of the world seems to be afraid of waking up this suffocating place. of beauty. The snow is falling, and wherever it goes, it quickly decorates the world with white. White always gives people endless reverie.
Looking from a distance, the whole world seems to have been enchanted and turned into a beautiful crystal garden. The shining light and the jumping tiny spots of light complement each other, melting into a brilliant and dazzling piece. It's like the most beautiful color in the world is put aside before your eyes, how can you not be moved by it?
I love the purity of winter snow. There is one thing that always bothers me about snow days. That's when there was a thick layer of snow on the ground, I opened the door, and how to take the first step became the most difficult thing for me. Because that layer of extremely clean snow looks like angels lying on the ground peacefully and sleeping peacefully. How can I bear to step on their bodies? They were so pure, I was afraid that my heavy kick and dirty soles would stain them. Because they are so spotless and touching that people can't bear to hurt and destroy them. They never allow their innocent personality to be tarnished. You see, if someone steps on them, they will melt away bit by bit until they disappear. This strong character of "I would rather live in pieces than live in ruins" makes people feel a little more love and respect for them.
Looking outside, it was indeed good. Very small snowflakes were falling slowly. I couldn't help but feel happy, hoping that it would bring us a real heavy snow. Not long after, the city was already snowing. It was lightly covered with this soft snowflake. Each snowflake spirals down gently and becomes a small part of the layer of snow on the earth. Each snowflake merges into the beautiful scenery that makes the earth covered with snow. Facing the snow, I wanted to recite a few lines of poetry I had learned, but I couldn't remember them. It seems that what nature has given us cannot be expressed in words. Although I can't speak, I can listen to the sound of snow. The heavy snow falls one after another, and the snowflake dances in various postures in the air, or flies, or hovers, or falls straight and fast, spreading to the ground. At this moment, everything is beautiful, everything is silent, standing In front of the window, the laughter of the snowflakes rang in my ears.
Looking up at the sky, countless snow elves are flying towards the same place, and the falling snowflakes are the elves who have fallen behind. Raising your head, the snow elf kisses your cheek, touches the tip of your tongue, and touches your eyelids. The feather-like snowflakes are like the petals scattered by the goddess, floating endlessly. The white snowflakes are floating down, like elves holding magic wands, flapping their wings and flying towards us. The snowflakes flying all over the sky are endless, like groups of small fish playing freely in the water. The snow is falling heavier and heavier, like feathers flying all over the sky, sometimes floating to the left, sometimes floating to the right, falling into the embrace of the earth, landing on the top of the tree, and spreading on the grass. I stretched out my hand and felt the dancing snow in the sky. I watched them fall quietly on my hand, and then turned into channels like tears, flowing out of my warm palm.
They come from heaven, from the simplest and cleanest place. I guess they must have been baptized, otherwise how could they be so pure? So crystal clear? Dongxue wears a pure white robe with the most beautiful notes, exaggerating the purity of the world. You can see that wherever it passes, everything is white and translucent. It won't cover up anything for you, it won't play any tricks on you, it will just show it directly in front of you. It has no gorgeous clothes, no decoration, and is not even ostentatious. Maybe it has already fallen when you are sleeping soundly at night. This is winter snow, simple and clear, its purity is so moving, and its pure song is so melodious and beautiful.
Auspicious snow heralds a good year, and snow on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year should be a good sign for the year. The snowflakes fall slowly, and together with the sound of firecrackers, it brings joy to people. I like to watch the snow quietly, watching the snow fall quietly, and listening to the faint sound of the snow, I feel peaceful and happy in my heart. I saw another 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 of pride for taking on this important responsibility. The pure snow on the ground bathes in the sunshine, enjoying the last moment of joy. Are they crying for the end of their lives? No, they are laughing and proud. They have completed their tasks and spread joy to the world. They have dedicated their lives and exerted their talents. They are great. I can hear the joy in their lives.
Hoo! What a heavy snow! Mountains, rivers, trees, and houses are all covered with a thick layer of snow, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers have turned into a world of pink makeup and jade. The willow trees with fallen leaves are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars; while the evergreen pine and cypress trees in winter and summer are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs. A gust of wind blows, the branches sway gently, beautiful silver bars and snowballs fall down, and jade-like snowballs flutter in the wind, reflecting the morning sun, showing colorful rainbows. The snow on the street was more than a foot deep, and people stepped on it, making a crunching sound under their feet. Groups of children were building snowmen and throwing snowballs in the snow. Their joyful shouts shook the snow off the branches. Lovely snowflakes fell from the sky, one after another, all over the sky. The snowflakes are small and small, as if God only has this little New Year gift, so that every corner of the earth can have close contact with snowflakes and feel her deep love.
It snowed heavily all night. Early in the morning, the sky finally cleared up, and the sun climbed up the mountain early. Open the door and take a look, oh! The mountains, rivers, trees, and houses have all been transformed, and they are all wearing white cotton-padded jackets made by Miss Dong.
The willow trees with all their fallen leaves are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars, and even the pine and cypress trees are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs. The snow on the ground is about a foot thick, and when you step on it, you will make a "creak" sound, as if it is playing a cheerful piece of music. A breeze blew by, rolling up a layer of snow from the ground, like layers of silvery fine sand. It was fragmented at first, and then gathered together, like white lotus flowers, falling silently on people's clothes. On the hat, it stuck to the eyelashes and hair. People shook their bodies and saw pieces of white and crystal "feathers" falling from their bodies, flying down from the sky like petals...
In the evening, Grandpa Dong gave us a precious gift—— Snow. These hexagonal little things fell down in a hurry. It is so mysterious and unpredictable. They are as light as gauze and as soft as silk. They come to the world quietly like fairies. This ever-changing snowflake is amazing! Sometimes it is like pieces of petals falling slowly; sometimes it is like wisps of poplar catkins singing and dancing; sometimes it is like balls of duck down falling in a crowd. When I walked out of the door, the snow fell heavier and heavier, and the snowflakes fell slowly, like butterflies dancing in the air; gradually, the snow fell heavier. They are flying one after another, pieces and groups, covering your eyes. When you are not paying attention, it falls into your face again. When you reach out your hand to catch it, it falls from your face again. It slipped away from the palm of my hand, and it kept raining like this... Early in the morning, look... Oh, the snow was like a magician, instantly covering the houses and trees into a world of pink makeup and jade...
During the day, snow is flying in the sky and slowly falling, and the earth is covered with snow-white silver. It’s so beautiful! The mountains are covered with snowflakes, the houses are covered with snow, and the fields are covered with slippery and cold ice. Some people are having snowball fights, skating, and building snowmen. I accidentally fell and fell on a downhill slope. I slipped down and felt so cold and icy, but I was very happy and happy! There was snow all over the street, and some people fell down. The friends all cheered up and did an interesting activity together, including races, snowball fights, snowman building, skating competitions, etc... We seemed to Entered a beautiful fairy tale world.