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.
Snow, this lovely little angel, I don't know when, has been dancing in succession and quietly came to the world. With the wishes of farmers and our happiness. It was not until I went to school with my schoolbag on my back and the snow hit my face that I knew, "Oh, it's snowing!" " "
This is the first snow since winter this year. Snow, like small ice hockey balls, was rustled by the whistling north wind and looked straight at the neckline. Oh, it's cold. I quickly put up the collar of my down jacket and skipped to school. The children on the road are not afraid of the cold, and they shouted happily, "It's snowing, it's snowing!" " "It's snowing, and of course the children are happy. After the second class, it snowed again, and the wind hasn't stopped. Snowflakes are as crystal clear as those cut by skilled girls. Snow drifted down with the wind and landed on the lawn, flower bed and roof of the campus, all white and flawless. We couldn't stand the call of snow any longer and hurried downstairs. Just walked out of the corridor, ah, so beautiful! Like catkins, like goose feathers, like pure lilies. I turned my face to the sky, closed my eyes and spun freely ... It snowed.
When I came to the front of the building, the holly beside the school flower bed was covered with thick snow. Naughty, I leaned down and licked a little snowflake with the tip of my tongue. I don't know how, but it's a little sweet. I guess it's snowing in my heart, of course it's sweet in my heart.
(Hehe, an interesting paragraph)
It's really "like a strong wind in spring, which comes at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." There is also a thick layer of snow on the branches of bauhinia in the flower bed. What a campus made of makeup! Walking inside, under the white African-American tree, the students pushed the tree naughtily and drenched with snow. Like a snowman, their hands were red with cold, but their bodies and hearts were warm. It's snowing, and of course our hearts are warm.
Good winter brings good summer. It snowed, covering the winter wheat with a thick layer of snow. It's snowing, and farmers are certainly happy.
Yes, it's snowing, and people are certainly happy.