I suddenly found out how beautiful snowflakes are. They have purified the whole world and every corner of our hearts.
Snowflakes are falling gently from the sky. I walked alone outside the house, quietly enjoying the happiness brought by the rare snow scene.
It really snows! The snow god seems to be bidding farewell to the winter that is about to leave, and tears keep flowing out of his eyes. Countless snowflakes in the sky, fluttering with the wind, present various colors, such as gems and diamonds. If you look closely, you will see its white, pure white and wonderful white. It flies in the air like silk, twisting her beautiful hexagonal figure. ...
Snow-white snowflakes fell gently on the grass, as if to put on a snow-white dress for the earth. The grass under the snow struggled to show its young head, and the children in the snow played and roughed up ... Snow-white colors appeared in front of my eyes, snow-white sounds echoed in my ears, and snow-white smells lingered around my nose ... as if everything was stained with snowflakes, as if the whole world had fallen into snow-white silence!
I suddenly found out how beautiful snowflakes are. They have purified the whole world and every corner of our hearts. He fell to the ground silently and gently, and instantly turned into water drops, nourishing the dry land and our hearts, completely opening the door of our hearts and instantly integrating with nature. Falling snowflakes sometimes collide in the air, merge into wonderful and strange rhymes, and flow into our open hearts ... Although falling snowflakes are so erratic and unpredictable, they are real.
The snow is still falling, but at the moment, I feel that he is spreading beautiful snowflakes to the earth. Perhaps my happiness touched the snow god. Gradually, she stopped crying. Snow God seems to understand something-winter has passed, can spring be far behind?
Sitting alone behind the curtain of the snow fog, listening to the sound of snow falling. The falling dead leaves were quickly covered with snow, disappeared like a grain of dust and sank with my memory.
It seems that every winter is spent like this, curling up in my warm cabin, lighting a curling lamp, listening to music, drinking steaming tea, reading my favorite books and watching the wind, frost, rain and snow slide past the window year after year. I would like to live in my castle like this and watch the years pass quietly, like water. I don't know if the traces of time are hung on my face and engraved in my heart. I know that one day, my eyes are no longer as clear as snowflakes. After years of heavy snow, will you still remember the woman behind the snow and the heart of the past as snow?
Looking up at the pedestrians on the road, everyone is in a hurry. The solstice of winter has not yet arrived, and the cold at this moment is not biting. I think a person walking on the road, looking at the leaves that will not fall, will make me feel a little sad, feel the warmth of home, and involuntarily speed up my steps. Reminds me of the ancient poem "Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow at night returns to people". Thinking of this, I can't help laughing, not at others, but at myself. Sitting in the room all day thinking, vague, many scenes have never been experienced and will never be realized, but inexplicably familiar and frightened. As if I had wings in my heart, I flew around for me through time and space. It turns out that imagination can be so real or so absurd.
I suddenly remembered an old song many years ago: put away your emotions, leave your memory blank, forget the past you once had, and never say love again ... I like these naive old songs, and all my troubles were solved in a few words. How many words can be realized in the ethereal promise of that year? I don't know and I can't prove it. All I know is that it will never bring the slightest excitement or dizziness, just like fireworks in the night sky. Beauty only belongs to her for a moment, the wind blows away, the prosperity is gone, and everything is empty.
Moonlight and snow shadow rolled into the window, sprinkled on the table by the window, sprinkled on my forehead, and nourished my soul. Fingertips danced again, pouring out her loneliness. This is just a game and a dream. Only the rules of this game are impermanent. This dream can see the other side, but can't swim. This play is wonderful. It should be staged when it should be staged, and it should end when it should be finished. This game is very helpless, from clear to fuzzy, from spring flowers to autumn dew. Like a wisp of wind, a Jing Xue, ups and downs at will, I don't know where to go, I don't know where to go.
"Speak, speak; What's the hurry between going and coming? " Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry" made me sigh. It turns out that everything is doomed to be in a hurry, and I will never catch up with it.
The snow outside the window wants me to stay where I am, just like a butterfly tired of dancing and can't fly away.
Snow, falling from the sky, dances like countless butterflies and catkins, and heaven and earth are integrated.
At noon, I had lunch and opened the curtains. Ah, the scenery in front of me surprised me-it was snowing heavily outside, and then I deeply realized the meaning of the idiom "goose feather snow" I looked out of the window and lost in thought. When I came to my senses, I saw another scene. The snow is still falling here, and the roofs, branches and roads are covered with a thick layer of snow. It's quiet outside, as if only snowflakes are falling gently, and a good play is being staged, really like a silver kingdom made of powder and Dai. The road is like a thick carpet. It creaks when you step on it, leaving a series of deep footprints. The world covered with snow and ice is particularly enchanting.
The children all came downstairs to have a snowball fight and make a snowman. Laughter attracted snowflakes, and their hair and noses were covered with light snow. I'm attracted, too. Come downstairs. Reach out and a snowflake falls on my hand, cool, gentle, soft and comfortable! Snowflakes are hexagonal, which are made up of many small snowflakes gathered together. I didn't know the fairy in the sky had such a wonderful design.
The snow is still falling, like pearls, crystal clear, like goose feathers, like the elves in the sky, naughty and lovely, like catkins, falling from the sky. ...
At this time, I remembered the distant mountains, and the snow covered her gentle undulating curve, wrapping her in silver. If you enter the mountains to enjoy the snow at this time, it's like entering a fairy tale world!
Snow, like beautiful music and affectionate poems, brings happiness to children and lets us enjoy the beautiful pictures of Xue Rui.
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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 stopped, the children couldn't help coming out to play and have snowball fights. Although it was still snowing, they had a good time regardless of their parents' opposition, 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 is a good sign for a good year, and it should be a good sign for a year on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month. Snowflakes fall slowly, accompanied by firecrackers, 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 are great, and I can hear the happiness in their lives.
When it snows again, let's stand by the window and listen to a life legend.
Wish you success!