Twilight is boundless and the sun is setting. Before the sun sets in the west, the moon comes from the east in a hurry.
Petals scattered in the dark sky seem to have a faint fragrance. The snow floats leisurely, rendering the world white.
Catkin-like snow, reed-like snow, light smoke-like snow, flowing and chasing, came spotless, but fell calmly. One hexagonal flower after another, beautifully carved and unparalleled. But which artist can design such exquisite lines? Who can carve such exquisite handicrafts? I'd rather believe that this is the tears of the fairy in the heavenly palace than the masterpiece of nature!
In a blink of an eye, both fir trees and pine trees became jade branches. Yuyang changed into a simple Chinese tunic suit and wore it for a whole autumn, while LAM Raymond faded her long red dress that she had shown off for half a year.
Jade butterfly-like snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the earth has replaced silk yarn with sweaters.
I want to get out of the octagonal pavilion that has stood for a long time, but when I first arrived in the pavilion, I couldn't help but withdraw my feet. Glittering snowflakes have spilled all over the floor, which makes me feel like Dai Yu "hoes flowers out of embroidered curtains with both hands and bears falling flowers". Of course, I am not Lin Daiyu or Li Qingzhao, otherwise, I will definitely make up a new word and make a ditty.
Standing on the top of the mountain, it seems a little windy. It's breezy, but not cold. Branches and snowflakes on the roof are spinning deftly in the embrace of the wind, looking for other partners.
The dark sky is inlaid with a few full pearls, sometimes with a soft luster, hazy, carrying many memories and yearning for this world. Cherry is not as deep as the stars, like diamonds, like ... Yes, like fireflies, dotted with blurred light, which seems to light up all the stars in the sky.
I don't know when the clothes are covered with small snowflakes. Looking at them, I suddenly remembered an article written by Lu Xun. It's dedicated to snow. I forgot the specific content, but I always remember that snow was called the essence of rain by Mr. Lu Xun. Think about it, too, rain is water; What about the snow? Spring has arrived. This may be the charm of snow! Snow shows you elusive, misty rain is like a flower, no, it is more beautiful than a flower. As long as you like it, as long as the snow doesn't break, you can enjoy it carefully. What you appreciate is snow and rain.
Gently shake off a silvery white, I feel a little reluctant, pursue it, surpass it, and walk down the mountain step by step.
2. It's snowing
"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 covered with this gentle snowflake. Every snowflake gently spirals and falls, becoming a small part of snowflakes on the earth, and each snowflake merges into a beautiful landscape, wrapping the earth in silver.
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 hear the sound of snow.
It was snowing heavily, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, or flew, or circled, or fell straight and quickly and spread on the ground. At this moment, everything is beautiful, a person is silent, standing at the window, but the laughter of snowflakes rings in his ear. I can hear their joy.
Before the snow stopped, the children couldn't help coming out to play and have snowball fights. Although the snow is still falling, they have a good time regardless of their parents' opposition 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 and splashed everywhere, they never complained and gave us happiness, which is its uniqueness.
Snow bodes well for a good year. The eighth day of the eighth lunar month should be a good omen for the year. Snowflakes fall slowly, giving people joy. I like to watch the snow quietly, watch it fall quietly, and listen to its faint voice, and I will feel very peaceful and happy. I also saw a group of children having a snowball fight and dodging on the road. I saw a layer of snow covering the young leaves on the lawn, protecting them. They are worried about it.
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.