The snow last night fluttered the next night. My mother and I walked under the street lamp and saw snowflakes flying. I really want to jump into the beautiful "flying snow world", but they are obviously coming for me.
Back in the yard, the snow has accumulated a thick layer, and my mother went up by herself, leaving me alone in the yard. The snow lay quietly on the ground, and the bright lights of every household shone gently on the snow. Snow is too fragile to stand the strong light.
Standing alone on this stage of nature, looking at the silvery white snow under the light, I feel a kind of softness, a kind of warmth and an inexplicable excitement! I really want to dance; I want to spend freely again. How can I spend freely? I had to draw two arcs on the snow with my shoes, leaving pure footprints!
The next morning, when I opened the window, a fresh air came to my face, and then I saw a world wrapped in silver. Great, the earth finally took off its dirty clothes and put on a white shirt! I ran downstairs as fast as I could and stood in the snow. I really want to hug and kiss Xue, but I can't. However, I have to thank the winter messenger for the gift! So, on the white "drawing board", I wrote my own message:
"Good snow! Let it snow harder!
-the words of a boy with childlike innocence "
In terms of messages, I made a snowman. I hope that the messenger of winter can see all this, and I hope that all this can represent my gratitude for winter.
At noon, my handwriting, Snowman, was quickly destroyed. Coupled with the strong sunshine, the delicate light snow soon turned into water. This is exactly the old saying, "Good flowers don't bloom often, and good times don't often." So, my mood is a little lost.
Campus is full of vitality in spring, summer and autumn. What does the snow in winter bring us?
On Thursday night, the first snow of 2009 came quietly. At night, under the heavy snow, flowers and trees put on a white dress, branches propped up snow-white snowballs, and flowers and plants fell asleep in the warm quilt. In the morning, the students opened their dim eyes and saw the "platinum" on the ground. They can't help but be surprised: nature is really a generous philanthropist!
After class, we saw the wonderful scenery on the lawn and couldn't help flying to the lawn to play games such as "goddess scattering flowers", "snowball fight" and "making a snowman". Watching the falling snowflakes quietly fall on my hair, I was envious and jealous.
We were as happy as crazy. You chased me and played, and laughter echoed over the campus. I gently picked up a handful of snow and made it into a small snowball, but the chill on the snow slipped into every cell of my body, making me feel cold and comfortable.
But it is also cruel, and it slipped away without making us happy for a while. I am very complaining in my heart, but when I recall that everyone sprinkled crystal snowflakes on others to make a small and exquisite snowman, that kind of heartfelt smile will remain in my childhood memory forever.
Snowflake's life is short, but it left us the most wonderful moment, so there is no regret.
Look, it's snowing! "I was attracted to the corridor by the sound. When I 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 in front of 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.
2. Last year's snow
At six o'clock in the morning, I just got up and heard my father say it was snowing outside! Hearing this, I quickly ran out of the window and looked, ah! I saw a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth, and snowflakes were falling from the sky, as if a white tent had been pulled up all around, and the earth was immediately wrapped in silver. I can't help but think of a poem, "Like spring breeze, night comes and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". How beautiful!
Snow is as white as jade. Is it General Xiaotian sent by the Heavenly Palace or the jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing with ecstasy; Like a dandelion blown off; Like flying; Like a little white flower given by an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering leisurely, gently Ying Ying, is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the earth! I saw the snow in front of me as naughty as a butterfly, falling under the eaves for a while, falling on the branches for a while, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time.
You see, people in the snow, no, are energetic students, chasing, running, jumping and laughing, standing side by side with pine trees. It snowed even harder, and it turned into goose feather snow. My classmates and I walked out of the classroom and ran to the playground. No matter how cold the weather is and how heavy the snow is, we don't care even if the snow hits our warm faces heavily, because we are so happy and happy! You can have a snowball fight and make a snowman.
Snow is the messenger of winter, especially the first snow, which indicates the arrival of winter. I love snowflakes because they are beautiful, pure and selfless, and can bring joy to the earth.
This morning, with the sound of the alarm clock "Ding, Ding ...", I woke up from my dream and opened the curtain. "Wow! It's a world of pink jade, it's a good year! " After breakfast, Uncle Wu and Yuanyuan and I went to the playground to make a snowman. We came to the playground and saw how thick the snow was! Really like a big quilt. I really want to sleep in it. It may be very comfortable. But! My hand shrank back as soon as I touched the snow. It's so cold (because I don't wear gloves)! But when I saw that Uncle Wu and he had started their work (snowballing) and looked happy, my hands itched. I thought: why are they not afraid of cold, but I am afraid of cold? No way! I want to participate, too. On second thought, I joined them.
Because Uncle Wu told me to roll the snowman's head, I first picked up a mass of snow and kneaded it into a small ball with my hands. And roll on the ground, but? I rolled for a long time, even my hands were frozen, and the snowball rolled as big as my fist. I'm a little discouraged. At this time, I remembered what my mother often said to me: you must have perseverance in everything, and persistence is victory. Thinking about it, it seems that there is an infinite force urging me, so I began to roll again. ...
The snowman's head finally rolled. I put it on the' corpse' rolled by Uncle Wu, and the snowman's corpse was ready. Next, it's time to be the eyes and nose of the snowman. I put the nuclei in the eyes of two dragons on the snowman's face, Yuanyuan put carrots under her eyes and drew an arc under her nose with my hand. In this way, a snowman's head is ready. Uncle Wu came back, looked at it and felt something was missing. Suddenly! He had a brainwave, put his hat on the snowman's head, and then took off his scarf and put it around him. From a distance, it really looks like a person! Yuan Yuan and I danced with joy, and Yuan Yuan also said loudly, "The snowman is ready! The snowman is ready ... "
Later, we made a snowman, and Uncle Wu carved a bust of Mao Zedong by hand with his unique skills. Stop it, I really like it! Many people came to see it, and some people asked me to take a photo with them next to the snowman!
How happy I am to make a snowman today!
"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 in front of 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.
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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?