In winter, the snow flies people seem to come to an elegant and quiet realm, to a crystal clear fairy tale world. The following is my collection of sentences describing the snow, for your reference, I hope to help friends in need.
What are some of the sentences describing the snow11. The snowflakes once again gently drifted down, falling on the shoulders. How did nature create them? I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get it right, but I'm sure you'll be able to. I can't help but reach out my hand to see how this six-petaled crystalline flower looks like, but I didn't expect it to fade in the palm of my hand in an instant, slipping away from my fingers. Even if they once bloomed how gorgeous, ultimately can not escape the clutches of death.
2, snow sprinkled to the earth, sprinkled to the dark corners, sprinkled to all the places that need white. Snowflakes like flowers floating down, rather than fairies down to earth, they danced with a noble body, holding a deep chill, flying out of the sky screen. Each landing, is a warm embrace and kiss to the earth, perhaps she does not want to disturb the people who are sleeping, always gently landing, noiselessly to the earth.
3, the snow is pure, just like our human pure heart, let us see the great truth, the great good, the great beauty. The poet Han Yu once wrote: "the snow is too late for spring, so through the garden trees as flying flowers" is not obvious that the snow has the quality of self-sacrifice and fearlessness?
4, the snow falls more and more big, dry branches of the tree is decorated with snow, no longer monotonous; roadside parked cars into a pure white top white window, such as cartoon fantasy; neighborhood entrance hanging high red lanterns, the top of the snow reflection and more red; school playground, ping-pong table all covered with snow, a picture of silver.
5, a morning wake up, pull open the curtains to find a silver world outside the window. Tree branches, roofs, street lamps are covered with a thick layer of snow. At first glance, I thought I was running in the wrong city. Always thought that the snow is Harbin, Jilin that area of the exclusive, did not expect only one night's work, Shanghai can also be covered in a snow world.
6, woke up in the morning, open the window, I saw outside the goose feather snow, I was very happy, quickly put on the clothes, rushed to the yard, in the snow jumping ah jump ah! Look, the yard of the pines, piled up a thick layer of snow, but the pines are not afraid of the cold, still verdant and upright, and the wax plums are not afraid of the cold, open in the snow.
7, snowflakes fly off and on, when big and small, and for a while even as big as goose feathers, just not as dense as in the winter months, can not be piled up, melting in the twinkling of an eye disappeared. I stood behind the window and looked out, looking at the grass ready to sprout, looking at the flowers do not want to bud, also looking at the "east wind is good for the sun and make, every grass and flowers reported to happen".
8, snowflakes from the sky down, as if the dancers from the air, the posture beautiful and moving; fell to the ground, like to the earth to wear a white cotton jacket. When the snow falls to a certain extent, you step on it, you will hear "click, click, click" sound, the sound so beautiful, the most fun game is to pile up the snowman to play, pile up the snowman is also white like a grandmother, so kind, so kind.
9, snowflakes, make the literati inspired, floating. No wonder the poet Li Taibai praised: Yao Tai snowflakes thousands of points, pieces of blowing down the spring breeze fragrance. Snowflakes, not only to make people see the flawless white jade new scenery, but also to see the dawn of spring.
10, snow, floating up, look! A piece of white snowflakes, dancing with the wind, swaying, like goose feathers, like willow flakes. Snow, really beautiful ah! Crystal light, graceful, like a small star landing on earth, and like a six-petaled plum blossom swirling down one after another. Snow, like clouds so soft, like jade white. Crystal clear snowflakes danced in the sky, the streets were sprinkled with snow, and the houses were covered with snow. The whole earth turned into a silver-white world.
11, our life, can not always be as a southern province, our winter may come at any time. But we just have to remember, no matter how cold the winter, brave face, we can see the white butterfly-like snowflakes flying at will. Please firmly believe that: winter is here, snowflakes bloom!
12, looking forward to a winter of snowflakes, the afternoon finally fluttering, full of sky flying like landing. Colleagues are like children running to the office corridor, happy to use their hands to pick up the cold snowflakes, and then collect some of the fluttering snowflakes with a basin. Looking through the window, the sky and the earth looked more and more beautiful because of the sudden addition of this white elf. Although the ground is only wet and not snow, but I can see the snowflakes, I have been very satisfied, the heart of the silent hope: do not stop, and then down some, and then bigger.
13, plum will snow *** spring, between the lines, can see the happiness of the snowflakes and the poet's happiness, enviable! When, we can also touch such joy? Even if the snowflake in the palm of the heart into a drop of water, can also leave a pure memory.
14, after a few fog, frost first path. Unable to withstand the loneliness of the cold current, unstoppable, broke into the earth. Snowflakes fluttering, thousands of forms. Such as the fairy down to earth, each wearing a beautiful wedding dress. All the pedestrians, head wearing flowers, change into flower-colored clothes. In the sky, flowers are flying; on the ground, flowers are dancing; high buildings, flowers are decorating; everything, flowers are sculpting. This is the world of flowers, the sea of flowers.
15, the song of winter snow is so wonderful, melodious. Every winter it is repeatedly singing the song of pure, light sound, strict law. I think, this song of snow should not just winter unique music, it should be everyone's song of life.
16, when the sun rises at the moment, snowflakes know, the earth no longer need his love, he melted into a grain of small droplets, faded in the moment, he left the interest, let the earth greedily suck the warmth of the sun. The sun has taken its place, wantonly showing off to the snowflakes the pleasure of their conquest. The earth did not stay snowflake, did not think silently love her even can give his life for her love messenger.
17, when that an unexpected snowflake, such as the beautiful chapter, layer after layer, came to the time, my heart only a dust storage of joy, as if reunited, gently knocked on the door of the years, once the story of the plain as water, will be burned out of the case of the candlelight, point to reflect the yellowed scrolls in my hands.
18, outside the window, a snowflake, charming beauty, elf-like dance, crystal clear, gentle as jade. My eyes more intoxicated, adorned in the corner of the eyes of the faint surprise, snowflakes falling silently, ice posture soft bone, wave dance, I leaned against the window quietly, listening to pieces of snow murmuring and rambling.
19, in this snow dance season, silent and boundless thoughts, fine hexagonal elves, dancing form like willow, like rushes, like butterflies, like a drunken gaze, that a crystal infiltrated with my dreams, snow, falling on the branches, eaves, various buildings, sketched out the beautiful arcs of the different landscapes, in the dew of the moonlight under the background, glittering glittering, fused with a hazy vision, if there seems to be nothing, a piece of pure snow. The first time I saw this, it was a pure white color.
20, snowflakes, the whole Suifenhe into a white world. In front of the school, the sedan like a big snow-white bread, the leaves fell out of the tree covered with white snowflakes, the wind blew, snowflakes as if the spring breeze in the peach blossom petals angrily fall down. At this time, our students in front of the school on the small square to play in the snow, some snowball fights, some snowman, and some in the snow to move. Are we having fun when the class is in session?
What are some sentences describing snow2In the evening, large flakes of snow drifted down from the dim sky. In a flash, the mountains, fields and villages were covered in white snow.
The first snow, often snow flakes are not big, not too dense, such as willow flakes with the wind, with the wind blowing more and more fierce, the more dense snow, snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, like weaving a white net, ten feet far away from what can not be seen.
The snow outside the window, constantly falling on my paper, I suddenly felt the waste of life. Spring flowers, fall and moon, did not make me stop, but the snow made me lost. I believe that the angel's wings are hidden in the snow, with the scientific microscope can only probe into a void. Flesh eyes snow trekking too long, will lead to snow blindness, only temporarily back to the hut of the red clay fireplace, warm a pot of wine.
Snowflakes fluttering outside the window, like a thousand butterflies fluttering to the windowpane, crashing mischievously on the glass, and fluttering to one side.
Winter swimmers, can ever think of bathing with the light flame of snow! Crystalline shimmering land, yo, am I heading towards my afterlife, or back to my past life? I often meditate on the edges of this snow, the black and white that demarcates the boundaries for all journeys.
The snow along the highway and on the sidewalks has melted, and only the roofs of the back of the sun still have remnants of snow on them, like wearing a little white hat.
White snow, I love you, I love your purity. You have decorated the earth in silver and white, and how beautifully you have dressed it.
She said to me: don't dirty the snow. I was in a state of emotion all day.
In the air, the crystal snowflakes are dancing like light jade butterflies.
In the air, there were snowflakes, tiny white feathers and like blown pear petals, scattered.
The snow on the green pine makes the lonely traveler hear the holy sound.
The willows are full of furry, shiny silver bars; the pines and cypresses, which are evergreen in winter and summer, are full of fluffy, heavy snowballs.
Soft little snowflakes drifting down. Gradually, the little snowflakes became bigger, thicker and denser.
I recognized that those messy flickering footprints in the snow were poetry; and the road that had been trampled into a dull slate was prose. The snow that falls on the trees is not grafted, but shaped. The world, cloaked in a veil of snow, finally appears in outline.
It snowed, first small, small snowflakes, willow-like, gently fluttering; and then the more it fell, the bigger it got, a burst of tight as a burst.
Snow, snow like willow, snow like rushes, snow like dandelions dancing in the air, flying with the wind.
Snow makes people feel only one word - cold. The earth is silver and white, a clean, and the snowflakes are still like willow, like cotton, like goose feathers from the sky.
A group, a cluster of snow flying down, as if countless torn cotton balls from the sky tumbling down.
In the snowy night, a layer of snow accumulated on the roofs of the city, which looked out from the flat roofs of the tall buildings like rolling snowy mountains.
What are the sentences describing the snow3
The winter is here, and the cold front is coming, the goose feather-like snow flying in the sky, the whole world put on a white coat.
Sending away the autumn of the grain harvest, the snowy winter has finally arrived.
Snow, a piece of snowflakes from the sky down, in a short while, the ground, the trees, the roof of the house have turned white.
The cold wind roared and roared, and with its thick fingers, brutally grabbed the hair of pedestrians, and pinched the skin of pedestrians like a needle. Pedestrians have no choice but to button up their winter coats tightly, put their hands in their pockets, shrink their necks and walk briskly. The pines and cypresses on both sides of the road, but the spirit of standing up, proudly welcome the wind, rain and snow, inspired people to bravely move forward.
There are four seasons in a year, each season has a different view, and I like the winter snow when the magnificent scenery. In winter, the snow people seem to come to an elegant and quiet realm, to a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of the pine, the snow of the ice fragrance, giving a kind of cool and soothing. Everything is filtered, everything is sublimated, even my mind is purified, become pure and beautiful.
Snow at dusk, deep cut, as if there are thousands of emotions like, and like the sea is generally raging, able to drown everything, there is a hint of uncovering the hidden head and tail like a sense of nakedness. Snowflakes form thousands, crystal bright, like a warrior on the march, wearing silver armor, but also like a piece of white sails in the voyage?
The scenery in the snow is magnificent, the sky and the earth are one color, you can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver to become.
After the snow, the sheer white snow decorating the world, agate branches and jade leaves, powdered jade masonry, white color, really a school of snow in the year of the joyful scene.
Every morning when I push open the door to go out, the piercing cold wind blowing, from time to time to me. And, occasionally, there will be naughty ` small snowflakes fall down in droves, as if dancing. Hexagonal snowflakes of all kinds: some like silver needles, some like fallen leaves, and some like shredded paper? It is very beautiful. Falling on the ground, as if the earth covered with a thick blanket; falling on the trees, like wearing a silver dress; falling on the car, like just out of the fresh cream cake. This beautiful snowy scenery makes people immersed in the fresh air. Everywhere silver, beautiful.
Although the north wind and the frost and snow are fierce, they can't last forever. On the contrary, the more the cold of winter, the fate of winter is about to end, "spring" is knocking on the door.
1, the snow fairy in the full swing of the sleeve; in the fluttering play, heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, pure and clean, no mud puddle.
2. Snow is falling. What a beautiful snowflake. In the early winter just came, the snowflakes reported the arrival of winter in time. After class, the students ran to the playground, some cheering, some jumping, some open hands to catch the fluttering snowflakes. Look, look, look, the snow has covered the earth. There is snow in the sky, on the ground, everywhere. White earth, white houses, white woods.
3, snow, covered the roof, the road, broken branches, hidden the appearance of all kinds of objects, blocking the road and traffic, flying snow flakes, so that heaven and earth dissolved into a white one.
4. Looking up, the deep blue sky is so charming. The air twinkles with a bright little star, they gather more and more, as if dancing on the blue carpet, and like winking and I talk. Ah! The night was so magical, the moon had just climbed over the trees and let out its bright light. The night seemed very quiet.
5, the snow on the mountain is blown by the wind, like to bury the small house in the mountains. The big trees screamed, the wind and snow to the small house covered down. A big tree on the side of the mountain is skewed, fell down. The cold moon is afraid of being shattered by all the sound, retreating to the sky!
6, a sudden snow, drifting so pure, will bury me in your world, ice the duration of my love, but let the pain, become forever.
7, the snow covers the world's barren, but can not hide their own pale cold.
8, stepping on the snow-covered grass, "chirp, chirp." The sound is like a wail of pain.
9, I poked my head out and saw the pure snowflakes falling outside the window, and the end of a cycle, everything back to the far end, the beginning of ......
10, pure snow, after all, is white my whole world.
11, I want to be able to see a snow with my beloved before the end of the world.
12, the snow is so big, is not the sky white head.
13, you said the first snow will accompany me, now where are you? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
14, think of you, like the snow fell on the body, never left.
15, the snow along with the sadness scattered all over the place, the snow melted, that the heart of the bond?
16, a snow drift so pure will bury me in your world into your fickle lies my love has been stranded.
17, snow, how much I want to walk in the snow with you, a careless white head.
18, look at the heart in the snow, disheartened. Everything is white, everything is only for you. Slowly look at the snow, waiting.
19, the long street kissed a thousand piles of snow, but you did not look at me.
20, "The real love is not that you know how good he (she) to be together; but know that he (she) has too many bad or not willing to leave."
21, and then the cold snow will melt, I believe you will also melt.
22, snow, that you your side whether it is also snowing, you are in the snow whether I received my thoughts about you!
23, know why the snow is white? Because it forgets the original color.
24, real despair has nothing to do with pain and sorrow. It gives peace of mind and makes you realize that you can't rely on others, anyone, for happiness. It humbles you because all that others can bring you becomes a surprise. It makes you only return to your own heart.
25, despair is not discouragement, it is just "fate to fate, their own to their own" such a realistic attitude.
26, a snow, how many hearts want to hope that someone can accompany her to see the snow.
27, unknowingly ushered in a snow, the same as last year are so beautiful, just less in the ear of your whisper. The side of the less your figure.
28, snow with spring wind, wandering around the air. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the place where you are going to be able to get a good look at the place.
What are the sentences describing the snow 51, the snowflakes outside the window is still softly fluttering, covering the daytime clamor of this small town, rendering this already quiet night even more serene. I spread out the pen and ink, trying to depict the sleeping world, but let me how shallow painting, but how can not draw the heart of the serenity and calm.
2, the snow more and more big, the original gray sky has gradually become white, the original snow for the water of the large swaths of snowflakes is no longer melting, layer by layer began to accumulate on the ground, occasionally three or two lines of people in the snow put up a tarpaulin umbrella carefully slow walk, occasionally three or two cars with the top of the snow slowly line, pour a cup of tea, I stared out the window, although I can't count the number of each piece of snowflakes falling, just staring at, can you step on snow, can you see the snow, can you see the snow, can you see the snow? Whether you can step in the snow to find plums, whether you can snow dance and song, whether you can go back to childhood teenagers, and then cast a snow, and then play a snowball fight, in a pile of a snowman, eager to return to childhood teenagers, heart as snow, white, flawless, clear.
3, snowflakes flying, dancing with the joy of my childhood, youthful frivolity, youthful dreams. The whiteness of the snow can purify my soul, appease this me this irritable heart, let me forget all the troubles and sorrows. Snowflakes melting calmly, is in their own life interpretation of the philosophy of life, with the silent language to tell us, life is that we should be silent dedication, so that it will be more beautiful, more radiant.
4, snow in addition to bring tranquility to people to bring people a high degree of excitement and hope, I am not only fond of the snow white, fond of the snow crystal clear, more fond of the kind of snow does not entrain a trace of impurities of the purity of this reminds me of the world, the people, if you can be like the snow as frank and open and honest, pure white, there is no more than the world of enmity and grudges, and I cheat.
5, I love its white, like a girl's skin, like a clear pool of rolling shells, do not dare to touch, do not dare to close, afraid of this shy white disappeared in my hot warm current. Thousands of birds flying away from the mountains, ten thousand trails, I know, it's not your fault, only rotten and dirty things have no chance of encountering your dedication to the world's face, I am sentimental with your companionship, watching you flirtatious body teasingly climbed on my coat, my scarf, the wind's fury, as if it were in jealousy, overflowing with the happiness of my brow.
6, the weather is like a child's face to change, in a flash, the snow actually stopped, the sun also followed the rise, suddenly snow clearing, the winter sun seems to be closer to the distance of the people, seemingly extraordinarily clear, extraordinarily dazzling, but the temperature of the sun seems to have been cooled by snow and ice as if how the heat is not up.
7, cold and indifferent, footprints without trace, the foot of the mountains in winter, sometimes snow fay, sometimes Dongyang as snow, the most like that after the snow, red wrapped in colorful world, only in the winter snow, in order to witness the perseverance of the pines and cypresses green; only in the winter snow, in order to witness that the plum blossom dark fragrance floating. Also love the snow and plum fragrance, mountain tops, infinite scenery, Ren'er sky wind and snow suddenly, she is a dark fragrance floating, proud of the snow azure bloom, more strong, cold winter, cliff fragrance, not afraid of the gale blowing thin shadow.
8, you are the winter rose, silver also enchanting. I love the snow, not afraid of the cold, not afraid of the cold wind, not afraid of the earth's vastness in the company of no one's suffering, not afraid of the wilderness in the sky is not to be understood in the loneliness. Just like the love of roses, the root of the fine thorns guarding the shyness of the cold as frost, but it is difficult to resist my courage to go forward with the fiery hot. Life as cold snow, the wind alone open, sentimental flowers easily pass away, drifting to meet the spring. I love the snow, if you say that things are similar, I am willing to indulge in a sound crazy with you *** dance, *** with the fight against the earthly see through and guess not. Snow like plum blossom, plum blossom like snow, like and not like all strange, beautiful double proud of the world to stay fragrant.
9, plum blossom, snow, in the laughter of the crowd, I accompanied by the baby's cry to the world, began my life journey. From then on, my name and my life is tied to the snow.
10, pull open the yard light, the light penetrates the dark night, the yard as day. Snow, snowflakes flying in the sky as falling into the mortal world of the elves, pure and clean, not willing to fall into the dust. Dancing snowflakes are not alone in the company of the rain, the rain washes away the dust on the ground, the snowflakes clustered soon melted into the water. The rain completed its mission, quietly left. The snow is still falling, the more it falls, there is a snow in the yard.
11, it is this snow ah, from the "wood door heard the dog barking, wind and snow night returnees" of the village, drifting through space and time, swept through a pair of sad eyes, let him sigh "An get a wide range of ten million rooms, sheltering the world's cold people all look at the face of the", and then drifted through the cold river fishing alone! The old man, and haunted by the cold north, then became "Yanshan snowflakes as big as a mat", a moment and "snow full of bow knife", to the last comical into the "white dog swollen", it is this snow, so that Lin Chong in the Temple of the Mountain God rushed to the Liangshan Mountain, so that Jia Baoyu like an elf disappeared in the mist, so that Yang Zirong wrote an immortal legend, this snow drifted through the years, drifting through the landscape, drifting through the vicissitudes of the human world, justice, hardship and love and hate, annihilating everything, shrouding everything, refining everything, melting everything, the snow over the shape, snow over the traces of nothing, only to the history of the melting of a piece of flying snow, visible, touching the look, just can not hold. Snow is silent, but also to tell: snow is fleeting, but also sacred.
12, dozens of silver and white, dancing cold dome sky, fluttering flying whirlwind, the beauty of drunken drifting handsome. I love the snow, the piercing white, blooming in the winter months of everything withered, like an unassuming and elegant flower fairy, to the eyes of the depression coated with grease on the powder, salvage eyebrow make-up. The cold wind, into your amorous dance partner, the sky and the wilderness, such as your beautiful loneliness. Love, not only is that hovering and spilling the wandering uncertainty, but also that weeping fall to the ground after the bright stillness.
13, are eager to snow, like a destined mood. I am also a mortal, like the air in the millions of snowflakes in one, ordinary and crystalline, exquisite themselves into a piece of sacred, cold, prismatic rain, warm, willing to melt.
14, winter with snow like white, cold, pure, interpretation of their own innocent memories. Winter memories in the sky condensed into a thick fog, in the wilderness integrated thick snow, in the lake into a thin ice, in the woods into a veil of freezing fog, in the window panes opened into a faint flower, in the mountains of the body weaved into a painting of quiet beauty, in the people's hearts swinging up the ghost of a dream, in my memories of the flooding waves.
15, winter memories, as if the plum blossoms open in the snow, blooming in the depths of my memory. It warms me and cozies me up. In every beautiful winter day, let the memories like a sweet song, swinging in the hut, flowing in my heart.
16, outside the window snowflakes are still softly sprinkled, I slightly close my eyes and do not think about anything, quietly listening to the sound of snow drifting, just want to let their own irritable dust heart to get some peace.
17, snow in the mountains at the moment began to appear its figure, those fine snowflakes if I did not stop, hold my breath, eyes have been staring at the sky for fear of not being able to find this lovely and some cold pixie. Halfway up the mountain when the snowflake is obvious a lot, to it is not under the big, but the roadside has their traces, those newly opened on the mound of soil there is so a layer of white gently covered in the above, the hand carefully pressed, issued a crunchy crunching sound.