The dome of the sky is colored, and the flower petals are scattered, seemingly with a faint fragrance. Snow drifted lazily, rendering heaven and earth white.
Willow general snow, reed general snow, light smoke general snow, flow, chase, come when the dust is not stained, fall when the dust is not shocked. A small hexagonal flower, exquisite, no one heavy like. Powder carving, however, which artist can design such exquisite lines? Which sculptor can carve out such detailed crafts? Rather than the masterpiece of nature, I prefer to believe that it is the tears of a fairy in the palace of heaven!
Walking on the street, only to hear the sound of creaking feet, look back, countless footprints intertwined, forming a beautiful picture. People feel cozy for the arrival of winter, look, each doorway is piled on a big snowman, Santa Claus, Big Ben, a variety of dazzling people to see, look at the park inside, the old people dancing in the snow, seems to be so energetic, a group of small children in the snow snow snowball fights, the red face, like a just open flowers, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple, a couple. A couple, hand in hand in the park inside the leisurely walk, the mouth also has been kept saying, out of the cell phone to the female photo, so happy ah.
Morning, I pushed open the door to see, ho! What a big snow ah! Mountains, rivers, trees, houses, all covered with a thick layer of snow, miles and miles of rivers and mountains, into a world of powder. Fell out of the leaves of the willow tree covered with furry shiny silver bars; and those evergreen pine trees and cypresses in winter and summer, is covered with fluffy heavy snowballs. A gust of wind, the tree branches gently swaying, beautiful silver bars and snowballs of children music down, jade like snow flakes fluttering with the wind, reflecting the morning sun, showing a colorful rainbow. The snow on the street is more than a foot deep, people step on it, the soles of the feet issued a creaking sound. A group of children in the snow snowman, throwing snowballs, the joyful shouts, the snow on the branches of the trees are shocked down. Lovely snowflakes fell from the sky, one after another, all over the sky. The snowflakes were small and small, as if God had given such a little New Year's gift, in order to let every corner of the earth have zero distance contact with the snowflakes, and all could feel her strong love.
The higher we went, the more it snowed. I was immersed in this white world by myself, and everything around me seemed to have nothing to do with me. Just so quiet, quietly watching the fluttering snow, let it float on my clothes and hair. Snow may also be a naughty child, from time to time drifting to my eyelashes. In the moment I blinked, I realized what "freezing fog fog, the sky and clouds and mountains and water, up and down a white", what is called "salt in the air is not comparable to the willow wadding due to the wind." I slowly turned around and looked at everything: white roofs, white trees, white people, white road. The fog makes everything mysterious and hazy, and the poles a little farther away are also hidden. It is said that the snow in Jiangnan "moist and beautiful to", the snow in the north "such as powder" "such as sand", with the whirlwind flourish. But at this time, I think the beauty of the scene in front of me can be said to be "the world's unique".
So, the snow fell more and more big, more and more dense, more and more accumulation. Ah! What a beautiful snow! I saw the cold snow also has a soft side, they are like brothers and sisters as close together, to the earth paved a layer of white. Looking out the window, wherever there is their shadow, wherever there is their laughter in the cold air slowly brewing, and slowly thickened, deepened, and mellowed. As if it is going to be like a fine wine as mellow as the silence of three seasons of people intoxicated in this snow-covered winter. Snow is pure, just like our human pure heart, let us see the great truth, the great goodness, 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?
I walk alone in the mountains of the path, the path from the top of the mountain down, the road and a lot of snow, like a mountain from the top of the stream down the silver glittering river. The roadside growth of many big trees, tree branches also have snow, like the grandmother just steamed a cage of fragrant bread on the branches, and like the winter girl to the big tree scarf, but also like the big tree changed a white dress. Snow, falling from the sky, as if to tell us: winter is coming, I come to give you a forecast! I walked to the top of the mountain, looking down from above, ah! It was all white! It is the snow that makes the whole world so white, so pure ...... I reached out my hand and caught a piece of snow, which melted and turned transparent, and disappeared in no time!
I love the beauty of winter snow. If you ask me the definition of beautiful, it must be a difficult question to answer, but see the winter snow, I think the beauty of the soul is pleasing to the eye, is the depth of the soul of a kind of tranquility. You see, that piece of flying and dancing snowflakes, like a descending angel on earth, waving their white wings, eyes closed, slowly falling, the world's serenity as if for fear of waking up this breathtaking beauty. Snow falls' falls, wherever it goes is quickly decorated with its white world. White always gives people endless reverie. Looking from afar, the whole world seems to be enchanted, turned into a beautiful crystal garden, the sparkling light and jumping fine light spots reflect each other, melting into a piece of brilliant and dazzling. It was like the most beautiful colors on earth were set aside in front of the eyes, how could people not be moved by it?
I love the purity of winter snow. There has always been one thing that makes me especially confused about the snowy days. That is a thick layer of snow on the ground, I pushed open the door, how to get out of the first step will become my most difficult thing. Because the layer of clean snow is like an angel lying on the ground in a peaceful and quiet sleep, so how can I bear to step on them from their bodies? They are so pure, I was afraid that my heavy foot and dirty soles would dirty them. Because they are so immaculate, they are so beautiful that people can't bear to hurt or destroy them. They never allow themselves to be tarnished. You see who step on the dirty them, they will melt little by little until they disappear. This kind of "would rather be broken for the jade, not for the tile whole" of the strong character and can not help but let a few people more points on their love and respect.
To look out, it is good, very small snowflakes slowly falling, my heart can not help but give birth to a point of joy, looking forward to it can bring us a really big snow, and soon, the city has been this gentle snowflakes gently covered a layer. Each snowflake gently circled down, became a small part of a layer of snow on the ground, each snowflake and converge to make the earth silver beauty. Faced with the snow, I wanted to recite a few lines of a poem I had learned, but I couldn't think of anything. It seems that what nature has given us cannot be expressed in words. Though I can't say it, I can listen to it, to the sound of snow. The snow fell in droves, that piece of snowflakes dancing in the air in various poses, or flying, or hovering, or straight and fast falling, laying on the ground, in this moment, everything is beautiful, a are silent, standing in front of the window, that piece of snowflakes of laughter, but in my ears ringing.
Lift your head and look up to the sky, countless snow elves fly to the same place, the falling snowflakes are the elves who fell out of line. Looking up, the snow elves kissed your cheeks, touched your tongue and caressed your eyelids. The gossamer snowflakes are like the petals scattered by the heavenly maiden, drifting endlessly. The white snowflakes float down, like a little elf holding a magic wand, flapping their wings and flying towards us. The snowflakes fluttering in the sky, endless, like swarms of small fish swimming freely in the water. The snow is getting bigger and bigger, like feathers flying in the sky, suddenly drifting to the left, suddenly drifting to the right, into the embrace of the earth, falling on the end of the tree, laying in the grass. I stretched out my hand to feel the light dance of the snow in the sky, and watched them quietly fall on my hand, and then like tears into a ditch, flowing out of my warm palm.
They come from the sky, from the simplest and cleanest place. I guess they must have been baptized, otherwise how could they be so pure? So crystalline? The winter snow wears a white robe and carries the most beautiful notes, rendering a world of purity. You see where it passes through, not a piece of white a transparent. It will not give you to play any cover, will not give you to play any tricks, is so directly in front of you. It does not have gorgeous clothes, without any modification, even without publicity, perhaps in your night asleep, it has fallen. This is the winter snow, simple, clear, its purity is so touching, its pure song is so melodious.
The snow is an omen of a good year, and snow on the eighth day of the New Year should be a good omen for the year. Snowflakes slowly falling, with the sound of firecrackers, giving people a joyful celebration. I like to look at the snow quietly, see the snow quietly fall, listen to the faint sound of snow, the heart will have a peaceful and happy feeling. I see another group of children having a snowball fight, dodging left and right on the road. I see the lawn, a layer of snow covering the young leaves, protecting them. The sound of their pride at carrying this burden is audible to me. The pure snow on the ground basks in the sunlight, enjoying its last moments of joy. Are they crying over their dying lives? No, they are smiling and proud that they have accomplished their mission and sown joy to the earth. Dedicated their lives and played to their strengths, they are great, and I can hear the joy in their lives.
Ho! What a great snow! Mountains, rivers, trees, houses, all covered with a thick layer of snow, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, into a world of powder. Fell out of the leaves of the willow tree is full of furry shiny silver bars; and those evergreen pine trees and cypress trees in winter and summer, is full of fluffy and heavy snowballs. A gust of wind, the tree branches gently swaying, beautiful silver bars and snowballs of children music down, jade like snow flakes fluttering with the wind, reflecting the morning sun, showing a colorful rainbow. The snow on the street is more than a foot deep, people step on it, the soles of the feet issued a creaking sound. A group of children in the snow snowman, throwing snowballs, the joyful shouts, the snow on the branches of the trees are shocked down. Lovely snowflakes fell from the sky, one after another, all over the sky. The snowflakes were small and small, as if God had given such a little New Year's gift, in order to let every corner of the earth have zero distance contact with the snowflakes, and all could feel her strong love.
It snowed for a whole night. Early in the morning, the sky finally cleared up, and the Sun Gong climbed up the hill early. Push open the door to see, ho! Mountains and rivers, trees, houses, all changed their faces, all dressed in the winter girl's hand-made white cotton jacket. Fell out of the leaves of the willow tree, hanging full of furry, shiny silver bars, even pine trees and cypress trees, also piled up with fluffy, heavy snowballs. The snow on the ground is a foot thick, the foot will step on the "creak creak" sound, as if playing a happy music. A breeze blew, from the ground rolled up a layer of snow, like a layer of silver sand, at first still fragmentary, and then gathered in a piece, like a white lotus flower, noiselessly fell on people's clothes, hats, sticking to the eyelashes, hair. People shake their bodies, only to see a piece of white crystal "feathers" falling from the body, like petals from the air down ......
Evening, Grandpa Winter gave us a precious gift --- snow.
Snow. These small hexagonal things bustling down. It is so mysterious, they are as light as gossamer, as soft as silk, they are as silent as a fairy to the earth. This ever-changing snowflakes magical! Sometimes like a piece of petals slowly down; sometimes like a wisp of poplar flakes singing and dancing; sometimes like a mass of duck down you crowded me down. Walking out the door, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, a piece of snowflakes slowly drifting down, as if the butterfly dancing in the air; gradually, the snow fell even bigger. Flurry, a piece, a mass, cover your eyes, while you do not pay attention to when it fell into your face, when you reach out your hand when you want to go to catch it, it is from your hand slipped away, so it has been under ...... the early morning, see ...... Heh, this snow as a magician general in a moment to the houses, trees are covered with a powder world ......
During the day, the snow in the sky flying, slowly scattered, the earth is covered with snow-white silver, so beautiful ah! The mountains are covered with snowflakes, the houses are covered with snow, the fields are loaded with slippery and cold ice, and some people are having snowball fights, skating, and building snowmen. I was not paying attention and I fell, I fell on a downward slope, I skated down, I felt so cold and icy, but my heart was so happy and pleased! The street is full of snow, some people fell, the little ones are all pumped up to come together to do a fun activity, there are races, snowball fights, pile up snowmen, skating competitions and so on ...... We seem to have entered a beautiful fairy tale world.