In the evening, the snow stopped, and the wide playground of the school was like a huge duvet. When you step on it, the soles of your feet creak. How sweet! The bare willows are covered with fluffy shiny silver bars, while those evergreen pines and cypresses bear fluffy and heavy snowballs!
Soon, trees, roofs, flowers and grass were covered with snowflakes, and the world turned white. I excitedly followed the crowd to the playground. I stretched out my hand and looked up. I saw snowflakes flying all over the sky, and I heard bursts of laughter from my classmates from time to time. I am standing under a big bare tree. It has taken off its old green clothes and put on the snowflakes my grandpa gave me in winter. It really is: "Like the spring breeze, it blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." I looked up, and the baby snowflakes fell in succession, gently kissing our little red face, cool. At this moment, I don't know who threw the snowball into my neck.
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.
Snowflakes are like white butterflies flying from a distance. They danced, laughed and teased in the air. Looking at these butterflies, I think snow is the most beautiful daughter in winter.
I got dressed and looked at the window. The yard is white and the roof is covered with a thick new quilt. On my way to school, I saw people cleaning the snow in front of their house. Pedestrians, wrapped in thick cotton-padded clothes, walked slowly and carefully, creaking under their feet. The driver's uncle drives slowly, too. As soon as I arrived at the school gate, I was thrown all over by my classmates in a snowball fight. Walking into the campus, I found our teaching building more beautiful against the snow!
I think of the mountains in the distance. Snow covered her gentle undulating curve and wrapped her in silver. If you enter the mountains to enjoy the snow at this time, it's like entering a fairy tale world!
Snowflakes floated leisurely in the silver-gray sky, flying like white butterflies in the wind. Look! Snowflake girl's footprints are all over the world-the green lawn is covered with snowflakes, which looks like a silvery white ocean from a distance: on those small and exquisite wildflowers, some snowflakes are about to become small drops, as if they were white and shiny diamonds embedded in the stamens, dressed up with flowers; The trees wrapped in silver are dancing tall and burly in the gentle breeze. They are dancing a winter dance.
The snow is still falling, like pearls, crystal clear, like goose feathers, like the elves in the sky, naughty and lovely, like catkins, falling from the sky. ...
Happy winter, it snows here again. Little by little, little by little, the light snow comes one by one, thin, random and symmetrical. Snow like catkins, snow like reeds, and snow like dandelion fluffy seeds are flying in the wind. I can't help reaching out to catch those flowers and feel the cool feeling when they fall into my hands. I wonder, will the snow fall on the Ye Er and fly on tiptoe? There are two pink butterflies flying, playing and chasing in front of my eyes.
It's snowing. How beautiful! Look at those snowflakes, falling one after another. Some snowflakes, like vagrants thrown into the arms of mother earth, can't stay in the air for a moment, so they fall in a hurry; Some snowflakes danced "waltz" in the air and fell slowly; Some snowflakes danced in the east and west, and saw the beautiful scenery in the distance in the air. After a while, they fell down slowly and reluctantly.
It's snowing. How beautiful! Look at that tree, covered with ice and snow, sparkling, reflecting colorful and dazzling brilliance under the sunlight; Those houses are like the crystal palace in fairy tales, with snow on the roof and in front of them, embraced by snow; The mountain is white and snowy, like a quilt on the mountain, which makes it sleep very comfortably. ...
When it snows, I look forward to and miss it most. I saw a snow doll lying on the window. I see snow like a feather. My father and I stepped on the snow with footprints and made a "creak, creak" sound. In this white winter, we play happily, make snow poles and make snowmen. We are happy to create this world and make it richer and better!
I walked out of the house. Wow, it's a world of pink jade outside. The heavy snow, like pieces of goose feathers flying in the wind, is swirling in succession, like pear blossoms falling in profusion, smelling fragrant in ten miles, more like my thoughts, flying and flying happily. How did the wires on the roadside poles become silver-white strings? Snow fairy played a joke. She created a silent music world with that flawless snow! The north wind drove a winter spirit-snowflake, to the land of the north, which made us feel happy.
Snowflakes hit my face, so cool and comfortable! I looked up and opened my mouth to eat the snowflake. It tasted so special. I reached for it, but it played hide-and-seek with me like a naughty snow doll and melted in my palm.