The warmth of the snow essay 800

Since the WeChat to see the cousin studying in Harbin sent the snow scene, that the silver, enchanting northern scenery to see my heart itchy. Since then, it has been looking forward to Xinyu when also come to the sky full of snowflakes, so that everyone can feel the white white scenery. Maybe it's because of the warming of the climate in recent years, Xinyu this small city is rare to see the sky flying, light vegetarian shear clouds of winter snow beauty. But two days ago, the weather forecast said Xinyu will have a heavy snowfall is coming, the circle of friends also began to spread the news of snow everywhere. Snow is coming, has passed Jiujiang, came to Nanchang, will soon be to Xinyu, everyone is waiting. I leaned against the window, looking at the sky, the extravagant thought that the snowflakes, will come through the cold windy lintel, like a dream butterfly, curling around, dancing lightly floating down on the window pane; like a holy flower, crystal clear, gentle as jade covered in front of the roof.

Hoping for a few days, the snow did not come as promised, perhaps in order not to let us down, it passed us by, let us vaguely see its traces. We have been unable to experience the "wind and snow night returnees" scenario, but also can not feel "around the fireplace night talk" interest, so the second best thing to come to a "around the air-conditioning memory of the snow". When we went to work, several colleagues in this post talked about several snowstorms in recent years that impressed us all. We are recalling the joyful childhood of snowmen and snowball fights with our buddies. Snow, always bring people endless reverie. Snow is naughty, it is always silent in the night dress up a fairy tale world. Let the children just woke up from the dream and enter a more beautiful dream to go. Thus, in the world of snow, serenity and happiness intertwined, cold and passionate intertwined, in the snowflakes rise.

Pure winter snow ah, I really want you, want your clean, want your purity, soft snow in the sky, swaying slow dance, stretch out your hands to undertake petal snowflakes, lying in the palm of the hand, cold, cold, that is the memory of my childhood interest.