"Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." In the cold and bleak winter, what we children expect most is snow. Nature painted a world of makeup with a brush of snow, which brought us infinite excitement and surprise.
Before it snowed, the sky was leaden. I don't know exactly from which moment, the snow falls quietly. At first, the snow was neither heavy nor dense, scattered like catkins, and fluttered its wings gently like a white swan, and small feathers fell down. At this time, I will rush out of the house, lift my face and reach out to meet these lovely elves. Ah, my crimson down jacket is covered with snowflakes. It looks so eye-catching! I stared at them with rapt attention. Look, every snowflake flower is hexagonal, with stars, needles and columns on its corners ... how rich it is! Gradually, the snow is getting bigger and denser, just like someone shook the Yushu Qionghua in the sky, and the petals are falling. You hug me and I hug you, weaving a huge white net between heaven and earth, and everything is covered by this gentle snowflake. At this moment, everything is so beautiful and quiet. I folded into the room and looked at the snowflakes flying outside the window, as if I had become one of them. I heard the laughter of snowflakes. Really, I can feel their happiness.
But sometimes the snow falling from the sky doesn't look like hexagonal petals, but small snow particles, like sugar and silver beads. Who can tell me why? They fell straight and quickly, as if they were running towards a goal. If you catch up with the whistling wind, the snow will weave densely and even fly over. Open your mouth and taste it. Hey, like sugar but not sweet, like monosodium glutamate but not fresh, like salt but not salty. They just went down, hung with snow-white curtains, covered with carpets on the ground, dressed in white robes on the buildings and covered with "pear blossoms" on the trees. Everything is full of poetry. I came out with my friends. We made a snowman, had a snowball fight and left many footprints in the soft snow. ...
When the snow melted, it was surprisingly cold. In the winter sunshine, the snow turned into tears that I couldn't bear to leave. How much they miss the world! Maybe the snow in the shade will persist for a few more days, but the original soft bodies have become transparent and hard, and they are destined to say goodbye to us. They fulfilled their mission and spread joy and holiness to the world.