In early winter, the snow reflects the blue sky.
Qianfeng silver is brilliant.
Cold plum proudly seeks early spring,
Birds are silent in the forest.
Dance and spread Qiong Yao,
Yushu Qionghua is like a fairy tale garden.
The mountain stream springs gurgle,
Looking for time through the snow.
Fire warms the body and mind,
Laugh at poetry over tea.
Years are quiet, so we must cherish them.
Cherish the time of Chinese New Year.
Composition of the first snow in winter:
A few days ago, March was as warm as spring. Yesterday morning, the weather suddenly turned cold and the air was filled with lead clouds.
At noon, the cold wind blew up and blew all afternoon. The wind stopped at dusk and it began to snow. This is the first snow since winter. It began to rain lightly. We had just finished school at that time. The wind blows on our faces and hurts like a knife. Rain and snow blow into our clothes, making us feel cold and uncomfortable. When I got home, I quickly put my clothes on the heater.
Soon, my mother also came back. Her glasses, just stuck with a few shiny snowflakes, were immediately covered with a thin layer of fog and blurred.
The next morning, I accidentally looked out of the window. Wow, the ground is white, the trees are white and the house is white. The whole world seems to be covered with silver. After breakfast, I get dressed and put on my schoolbag. I was about to go downstairs, but my mother stopped me. She handed me a pair of gloves and said, "Be safe on the road and study hard …" I see. I couldn't wait to run out of the house.
I observe while walking, and pinch some snowballs from time to time to relieve boredom. On both sides of the road, the bare willow trees are covered with fluffy shiny silver bars, and the evergreen pine trees and cypresses in winter and summer are covered with fluffy pine trees and heavy snowballs. Cher also covered the flowers with a white quilt.
When I got to school, the playground was covered with snow. Many children pushed snowmen and had snowball fights there, and they had a good time. I looked at him admiringly and gave them a few glances, so I answered the hall and hurried to the classroom. Unexpectedly, during the break, the teacher rushed us all to the playground for activities on the grounds of "watching snow".
Hearing this, the students jumped for joy. We ran to the playground like a wild horse without reins. Oh! There are so many people. Some snow that has not been "opened up" by the students is like a white blanket, which makes people unwilling to step on it. If you step on it, it will make a creaking sound, as if to protest to you. We had a good time, and laughter shook off the snow on the tree.