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're great. 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' The afterglow of the sunset crawls lazily over the white and smooth skin of the mountain peak; Warmly shining on this quiet land, the clouds on the horizon drift by, as if following the footsteps of their companions; The blue lake slowly flows, and there are several boats across the lake, vaguely flashing some fishing fires. Maybe when the scenery is too lonely, I will sing, singing with the lake, taking me to recall that unforgettable past, with a little sadness, but when I turned away, I saw the other side of the mountain. That's where the sun rises again. Maybe spring will come tomorrow! The warm sunshine shines on the lake, and the last red leaf in the forest still stands proudly on the branches. The bright red and green colors and uncoordinated colors form a unique winter scene. Sometimes a gust of wind blows, and branches without leaves rustle, which also makes people feel sad. But look at those branches, new buds have been bred. This is? What's the matter with you? ⒖⒖ ⒖ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘? Have you ever been printed with photoresist?
Walking in the snow is more interesting. There is only a trace of wind in the sky, holding the snow like a kite. Looking up, this silk wind dominates the snowflake like a butterfly, falling obliquely, spinning and flying, floating to the ground and falling on pedestrians. Snowflakes, like naughty children, never tire of playing, brush people's hot faces, turn into water droplets and flow onto eyebrows and beards, forming small ice cubes. Snow falls silently, fluttering. Soon, there will be a thin layer on the ground. When you step on it, it will make cheerful footsteps "cheep, cheep, cheep". With this step, you can spread your imagination wings as much as possible, pursue your best memories and embrace your happiness! You might as well take a deep breath. The flowers of My Sweetie will soak in your heart and spleen. You can't help thinking of a pure heart, and you will feel that the whole world is so pure.
When I get up in the morning, it is foggy in winter. After the fog cleared, a wonderful scene appeared immediately. The needles of pine trees are covered with thick frost, like white autumn chrysanthemums. The branches of deciduous trees are covered with white snow, just like white jade carved trees; The weeping willows fell, and the bushes turned into white coral bushes, confusing and in a trance, in a fairy tale world.
There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.
The snow in the evening is deeply cut, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, which can drown everything and have a sense of nudity. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...
The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.
After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow.
I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? "
With the coming of winter, people put on thick cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold wind and frost. With the coming of winter, everything has entered a "dead silence" period, leaving people with eyeful fatigue. ...
That winter, the Clivia I planted became sick as early as two months ago. When winter comes, it loses all its green color and becomes a pile of dead branches. I'm sorry that months of hard work went up in smoke. In order to reassure myself a little, I didn't throw it away immediately, nor did I take it out of the flowerpot immediately. I just left it as it is.
In this way, I spent the winter of that year in regret. Every time I touch the cold flowerpot, I feel sad and helpless in my heart. Now that I think about it, I can still feel the long winter.
After the spring of the following year, I made up my mind to get rid of the dead branches and make room for planting orchids in flowerpots. So, I dug up the soil with a small shovel and prepared to uproot it.
But at this moment, a miracle appeared. As soon as I put my shovel into the dry thick soil and scraped it twice, I heard a crisp crack, and then I saw the fragments of the ceramic flowerpot scattered all over the floor. However, when I look carefully, it is the root of Clivia, which seems to have died last winter, wrapped in layers of soil and as thick as a white beard. Instead of necrosis, it became more and more lush and branched again and again. Now, it is so lush that it fills the whole flowerpot, just like a dragon's paw sticking tightly to a porcelain flowerpot. No wonder it breaks at the touch.
Seeing this, I quickly trimmed the messy roots and replanted them in the pot. As a result, a month later, each flowerpot gave off a lovely Clivia bud.
I have to marvel at this scene. In the whole winter brewing, it can grow again and flourish. I was simply impressed by the miracle of this winter. This admiration is from the heart. From the eyes to the heart, I have to sincerely sigh its tenacious vitality.
Think about it, how stupid I was to give up the chance of a new life in such a hurry in winter. Thick cotton-padded clothes really cut off all the joy and hope brought by new life. But now I understand that the temporary "dead silence" is to let us appreciate life more truly and appreciate life.
In winter, plants can be reborn by longing for spring after the "dead silence" in winter. What about that guy? Winter can also look forward to spring, and you can get greater new life and hope. We should be awed by the magic of life, so we should show courage and action. Just like Clivia with withered stems and leaves, when spring shines on the earth, you will have the beauty like a Siberian butterfly, and then break the ice to find a brighter and brighter you.
Snow, I love you, your innocence, your whiteness, your playfulness,
You are a dot in the sky, nourishing crops and fields. You are fragments.
White cloth, put a white coat on the earth, you are a happy atmosphere, let the children
The children feel happy and gratified.
When I was ready to go to school, I was shocked by what I saw. Ah! It's snowing and I'm tall.
I am very excited. I am no longer cold by the biting wind, because my mood has overcome.
Cold, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, falling gently from the endless sky.
Yang, fluttering ... one after another, a piece of glittering and translucent jade, white and flawless, fell to the sky.
The jade leaves and silver flowers sprinkled by fairies on earth are like angels in white sent by the Heavenly Palace.
Plant beauty and selflessly dress the earth as a white kingdom in fairy tales.
Snowflakes have various shapes, about 20 thousand kinds. Some are like hexagons.
Generally gorgeous, some are like naughty elves, only in your hair and collar.
Drill holes. And the snow grains jumped happily on the ground, as if to show off themselves: "how beautiful I am!" "
Ah! "
White sky, white land and white snow flowers are raining. face
This world wrapped in white made me feel a little happy, so I was pregnant with it.
Enjoy winter in the snow and blend in with this clean and white world.
It snowed for a long time, until at night, I looked out the window. It's already dark, but
The snow is still falling, the ground is white, and no one has stepped on it. My heart has been
Be troubled by a question: "Why is the snow so white?" "It's time for bed," mother said.
The cry reached my ears, "Oh, I see!" Look at the one that is still raining.
Xue, I don't know. What will school be like tomorrow?
It snowed all night. The next morning, when you look around, the first thing you see is
It's all white. Looking intently, the heavy snow bent the branches and covered the roof.
Cover with a quilt. Snowflake seems to be a magical magician, covering everything with white.
Robe. I can't wait to come to school and see the campus after the snow.
This is like a fairy tale school made of snow. Students make snowmen and have snowball fights everywhere.
Shouts of joy.
The house is covered with a white suit, and the branches are like beautiful white corals.
The ground is covered with a long white carpet, so pure, so crystal clear, university
Turn Wan into a world made of powder and jade. Soon, the sun came out and the snow melted.
Melted, so the house, branches and the earth all cried sadly, leaving tears.