The winter morning a pale, look across the street, the distant green hills were white fog blocked like a blanket of white silk scarf, vague years can not be seen, the following is my introduction to the description of the snow scene sentences, welcome to read.
Description of the snow scene sentences1, when the snow covers the earth, the small animals do not want to come out to play, even the love of singing birds also hide in the house. I stood on the balcony of my home and looked at the white earth, white sky, footprints on the ground in a flash to the snow buried, the balcony window edge also fell a lot of snowflakes, Nanjing's winter can be much colder than Nanchang!
2, you look at the mountain, a white, a yellow, as if wearing a flower coat with water. Look at the roadside trees, the tip of the tree topped with a bun of "white flowers", like a pavilion, the show of the wonderful age of the girl. Kumutag Desert at the foot of an adobe house, the roof lying on the snow, chimneys out of a wisp of smoke, with the sandy mountains and the trees, yes! This is a small ink drawing, maybe it is the Qing Dynasty which famous artist painted it!
3. At first, the snowflakes were accompanied by rain, probably because the snowflakes were afraid of being alone, so they had a little rain, and I could see them playing and chatting in the air. Snowflakes fluttering, fluttering, listen carefully, you can hear the "rustle" sound, as if the little snowflakes and rain a little bit in the whispering it! The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the government.
4, flower beds, a piece of dead leaves fell above, after the rain into a bowl of sweet spring water. Walking on Sycamore Road, a piece of sycamore leaves piled up on the ground, the north wind blew, they are like a group of naughty and cute little people jumping and running to the main road, the north wind is also in my clothes jumping up and down.
5. Lovely snowflakes fell from the sky, one after another, all over the sky. Snowflakes a small small, as if God is so little New Year's gift, in order to make every corner of the earth can be zero distance contact with the snowflakes, can feel her strong love, break it up in general. Acute small snowflakes "rustling" down "rush", as if it was shut down for a long time, the snow doll suddenly got permission to let it to the earth to play for a moment.
6, the snow on the mountain is even more beautiful, look, the tip of the mountain all white, as far as the eye, as if it is a snow mountain. The mountain is covered with crystal snowflakes on the dwarf pine, only in the leaves can be seen below some green. Bamboo leaves are also covered with snow, bamboo stems sticking to a layer of frost. A bamboo to form a bamboo forest, as if a group of soldiers to guard their homes. Grandma often and I mentioned age? Cold three friends - pine, bamboo, plum no matter how cold the winter, they are still standing there.
7, every morning when I pushed open the door to go out, the piercing cold wind whistling, from time to time to me. And, occasionally, there will be naughty little snowflakes falling down, just like dancing. Hexagonal snowflakes of all kinds: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like shredded paper...it's 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.
8, hiking the slate path has been paved with a layer of thick snow, stepped on it, crunching squeaking. I have been climbing up, the path behind me left a long series of footprints, look back, the path has been integrated into the snow, has been unable to see the way to come. The snow fell more and more, I stood in the wind and snow, let the snowflakes fall on my body, the snowflakes are very light, fall down silently, without any feeling, soon, my jacket is full of white snowflakes. Countless snowflakes quietly falling, I was enamored of this beautiful painting, greedily admiring these beautiful snowflakes, do not care to shoot away the snow on the jacket.
9, China's female writers Xiao Hong in the "life and death scene" has depicted the night of the wind and snow: the snow on the mountain is blowing, like to bury this small house in the mountains like. The big trees screamed, and the wind and snow covered the small house. A big tree, which was leaning against the mountain side, fell and broke down. The cold moon is afraid of being shattered by all the sound, retreating to the sky!
10, snow is a kind of people can produce a variety of emotions, when the window that is like willow, like rutabaga-like snowflakes, are falling from the sky in succession, when the earth is decorated with snowflakes like a white carpet, standing by the window, look at them, there will be a lot of feeling: they make me happy, even if it is met with the unpleasant things, I will also be feel in a good mood.
11, just to the early winter, elm, willow, acacia trees have not yet fallen leaves, steeply under a heavy snow. Snowflakes fall one by one in the thick leaves of the tree, gradually into a pile, bending the branches of the big trees and small trees. Finally, many of the tea bowl thick branches and tree body, but also can not afford the weight of the snow pile, and finally one after another, cackle cackle broken.
12, Jiangnan snow, but moist and beautiful to; that is still vague news of youth, is very strong virgin skin. In the snowy field there are blood-red Baobaozhu camellia, white in the hidden green single-petal plum blossom, deep yellow chime mouth of the wax plum blossom; snow below and cold green weeds. Butterflies were indeed absent; whether bees came to take the nectar of the camellias and plum blossoms, I cannot really remember. But it was as if I saw before my eyes the winter flowers blooming in the snowy fields, and there were many bees flying busily, and also heard them buzzing about.
13, the snow began to fall very small, but soon came down big, in a flash, the snow covered the whole school. Snow fell on the grass, the grass tip was dyed white; fell on the roof of the house, the roof was dyed white, fell on the branches of the tree, the branches of the tree was also dyed white - snow is pure.
14, all the people are comfortably smiled, this time, the snow seems to smile, it is like a white elf, mischievous running around in the air. I can not help but reach out, a snowflake is like a willow flake slowly drifting into the palm of my hand, just when I want to observe it properly, it is naughty to go, leaving only a drop of water in my hands, which is probably a gift to me!
15, the snow has been falling for two days, just stopped in the morning, intense freezing solidified the infinite snow surface. Under the snow, two hundred and forty mining villages lay supine, as if they had disappeared. Houses without fire, as cold as the stones on the road, could not melt the thick layer of snow on the roof tiles. In the white plain it was just a heap of white ore, and looked very much like a dead village, covered with its mortuary cloth.
16, the snow crystal clear, pure and flawless, natural and simple, Yi Yi curl, both like the swan popping down the Chinese feathers, but also like a jade swinging pear. Snow falls to the ground, gently, noiselessly, for the earth covered with a layer of quilt. Sometimes, the snow is small, reed-like drift down, covering the ground, thin, like a gauze cloak on the ground.
17, the snow quietly down a night, outside is already a snowy world of silver. The mountains have been covered with a white snow quilt, snow quilt below, flowers, plants and trees are doing happy dreams, dreaming of spring, they are wearing colorful flower dresses, in the blue sky under the collective dance; dreaming of summer, they are full of delicious peaches and apricots, in the sunshine under the dance of the harvest. The wide road has been covered with a long white carpet, so pure, so crystalline, looks really call people can not bear to put their feet on it. The roof is covered with snow, like wearing a silver glittering snow cap, and like a fairy tale castle.
18, lifted the curtains to see, so big snow ah! White and flawless snowflakes, fluttering down from the sky, like a beautiful silver butterfly dancing. The snow is getting bigger and bigger, snowflakes flying all over the sky, like smoke, like smoke, like fog, as if the whole world is shrouded in a blanket of snow.
19, snow drifted down on the opposite roof, the roof like a shiny silver veil, beautiful. Snow drifted down on the trees, the trees like full of silver flowers. Snow drifted down on the playground, the playground became as white as cotton. There are a few small footprints on it, maybe kittens, but it adds a lot of fun to the playground.
20, the snow is too beautiful, beautiful people forget, beautiful people intoxicated, as if this is their hometown, you can enjoy the release, both sides of the green willow on all the snow shrouded in a silver, the water in the river has been frozen, which adds a few points of the flavor of the northern scenery.
21, snow like a small silver bead, like a little rain, like willow poplar, one after another for us to hang up a white canopy snow curtain. Look up through the sparse snow curtains, the distant skyscrapers, hidden, as if in the fog, like in the clouds, looks especially good. I stepped on the wet pavement, my ears drifted to the rambling and proud voice: "Look I'm here."
22, the snow fell more and more big, dry branches of trees decorated with snow, no longer monotonous; roadside parked cars into a pure white top white windows, such as cartoon fantasy; neighborhood doorway high hanging red lanterns, the top of the snow reflection and more red; school playground, ping-pong table all covered with snow, a picture of the silver wrapped.
23, the snow covered the land, but also the roof, the treetops encroach on their own territory. But the children can be in the snow without fear of chasing and playing, singing, jumping, spread a string of crisp laughter. Look! A white fluffy ball flew over like an explosion and blossomed on a child. At this time, the loud laughter like copper bells on the snow, the cold wind not only did not blow away the children's enthusiasm and vitality, but will bring the laughter to every corner, blowing the upstairs children's hearts also tickle.
24, came to the window, the glass covered with a layer of moisture, the outside scenery hazy dream, with a hand to wipe off this hazy wow! It's really snowing! It's not small! A piece of snowflakes falling from the sky, like a white lace dress wearing elves, they dance in the air, play, white and flawless, beautiful. Suddenly there was an urge to open the window and reach out to touch them. The snowflakes fell into my hands and quickly disappeared, leaving only a penetrating coolness and a pool of water in the palm of my hand.
25, the trees, hung with silver glittering "diamonds", far away, like a big silver umbrella open. Some lovely birds fly from this tree to that tree, uninterrupted; then there are some birds have been standing in a tree, chirping and singing a very good song. Sometimes a few birds lined up in a row, as if a commanding bird was directing them, and these birds sang neatly. After a while, when someone or a car came, they would fly away in groups or on their own, and the snow on the trees would fall steeply to the ground, where it would be another layer thicker.
26, the snow has been falling for two days, just stopped in the morning, intense freezing solidified the infinite snow surface. Under the ...... snow, two hundred and forty mining villages lay supine, as if they had disappeared ...... Houses without fire, as cold as the stones on the road, could not melt the thick layer of snow on the roof tiles. In the white plain it was just a heap of white ore, and looked very much like a dead village, covered with its mortuary cloth.
27, winter, and is the season of endless happiness. Many children like to skate on the ice, play, snowball fights, pile of snowmen ...... children's laughter is naive, is innocent, is pure! Their laughter makes the winter no longer silent and lonely. Because of their laughter, as if the angels, and the snowflakes are the messengers they invited.
28, the snow has not stopped, the children can not help but come out to play, snowball fights, snowball, although the snowflakes are still drifting, they defy the parents' objections to play, filled with the joy of childhood. Snow let us pinch them into fluffy snowballs and then smash them against each other. His body was smashed and splashed around, but they never complained, giving us joy, is its joy. It gives us the warmth of our hearts with its unique language, a voice that I can hear.
29, 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 small 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 silently expect: do not stop, and then down some, and then some.
30, first a small wind and snow, I walked downstairs, came to the square, for morning exercise, the square has not many people, are packing up the morning exercise supplies home. My favorite snow, on the contrary to others, running in the embrace of the snow, exercise, reach out to try to catch the fluttering snowflakes, but just grabbed and gone, leaving only a trace of coolness.
31, outside the house, you will see snowflakes fluttering and falling from the air marked down. Snowflakes fall on the body of the tree girl, the tree girl like a new coat of snow white. Snowflakes fall on the roof of the house, the house seems to wear a white hat. Snowflakes fall on the road, the road seems to be tied with a snow-white scarf. Snowflakes fall on the ground, the earth seems to cover the snow-white wool quilt.
32, snowflakes, snowflakes outside the window have descended to the sky, they are glittering, dancing lightly, floating in the air, like a newborn white butterfly. Captivated by the sight, I stepped out of the classroom to enjoy the joy that comes when it snows. I reached out to catch a snowflake, crystal clear snowflakes lying quietly in my warm hand, I did not have time to see what it looked like, it melted in the blink of an eye. In a short while, these naughty little snowflakes all fell on my hair, white in the black more conspicuous, as if in a black cloth embellished with a few diamonds.
33, snow to compare color. To the tantalizing smile, rest noisy pith and flute. I don't blame Guangping, Iron Heart for Yi folded. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. I still remember that I was lying drunk in the East Garden, and the canopy was a seat for me. When I look back, the past is silent. The rain is dark and the fog is dim, and all kinds of sorrows are accumulating. The Jinjiang Road is quiet, and the matchmaker's voice is empty. It is hard to expect the smoke and gold of the bamboo house. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.
34, a snow, so that Shanghai really have the feeling of winter. Accompanied by the yellow street lamps at night, snowflakes flying in the sky, falling in the streets and alleys, falling in the years between the gullies, at the moment, a very clean, very thorough, very full of winter descended on Shanghai.
35, snow! It's snowing! Snow fell really big, white and flawless snowflakes have fallen to the ground. Falling on the roof, sprinkled on the ground. As if the heavenly maiden scattered flowers, but also as if the angel from the distant sky, slowly landing, for Changsha City has added a unique beauty.
36, winter Qiandao Lake is different from the usual Qiandao Lake! In winter, that beautiful lake, always shimmering, as if a lovely . Face in the smile. This is reflected in the lake in the mountains, blue sky, white clouds, forests are like a group of lovely children dancing. The lake dances, the mountains dance, the white clouds dance, the woods dance. The plum blossoms in the park are also not willing to lag behind, with the arrival of the winter girl, also danced.
37, this is a harsh winter morning glass windows filled with thick ice flowers just splashed out of the wash water in the blink of an eye on the work of freezing like a stone so hard. Outside the house on the room, trees, the ground are covered with snow, the piercing north wind kept blowing a sharp call ah this is really a drip into the ice of the winter morning.
38, such a light blue appears to be so high in the sky. A line of snow-white clouds drifting like a shallow stream flowing straight through. From this end of the sky, to that end of the sky. Snow in such a bright sky unprecedentedly pure, but also unprecedentedly bright. All over the crystalline light fine dazzling, look at a long time, seems to glitter in the eyebrows, full of eyes are clear light shining.
39, the sun has just risen soon, and red and big. The new snow covered the world in white, outlined the distant mountains in a soft and undulating dazzling curve, and turned all the trees that could be seen into huge or luscious silver coral. A thin morning mist still hung over the river. The sun was so brilliant that the morning mist was so saturated with wash that it looked like an unfolding transparent red veil, almost still, and for a long time it did not drift away. The snow was radiating a dazzling red glow. The scenery was truly beautiful. Liang Xiaosheng's "Border Village Chronicle"
40, only to see the sky and the earth between the white blanket, snowflakes fluttering down from the sky, around like pulling up a white tent, the earth immediately became silver. I can not help but think of a poem "suddenly like a spring breeze, thousands of trees and thousands of pear blossoms" really beautiful ah!
41, the leaves of the trees have not fallen clean. A few trees in front of the window, a few days ago, the branches and leaves. Suddenly like a night of freezing rain, so that still hanging in the branches of the leaves all of a sudden become a little withered volume. Leaves seem to be a little attached to the summer green charm, still dark green, grasping the branches, do not want to drift away.
42, the north wind rolled ground white grass folded, Hutian August that snow. Suddenly, the spring breeze came, thousands of trees and pear blossoms. The curtains are wet, the fox furs are not warm, the brocade coverlet is thin. The general's bow could not be controlled, and the guard's iron coat was cold and difficult to wear. The sea was dry and icy for a hundred feet, and the sorrowful clouds were condensed for ten thousand miles. The Chinese army set up wine for the returnees, with Huqin, Pipa and Qiang flute. The red flag was frozen in the wind and could not be turned over. I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai, but when I left, the snow covered the Tianshan Road. I can't see you on the mountain road, but I'll leave my horse on the snowy road.
43, winter, pure and beautiful. It turned into a snowflake, with its own white body covered in the earth. At this time, everything is silver, an icy clean look. Bare tree branches are full of white "pear", the wind blew, the flowers have fallen, like a silver-white butterfly dancing in the air. "Suddenly like a spring breeze, thousands of trees, thousands of trees pear blossom", this poem is not exactly the praise of winter?
44, 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 also getting bigger and bigger, like weaving a white net, ten feet far away from what can not be seen. And like a continuous curtain, to the ground straight down, while returning to the light. Snow, covered with roofs, roads, broken branches, hidden the appearance of all kinds of objects, blocking the road and traffic, snow flakes flying in the sky, so that heaven and earth dissolved into a white one. If you walk on the road, in a short while, you will become a living snowman.
45, snowflakes drifting down, such as rushes, like willow flakes, like light goose feather, endless floating, floating, like that beautiful silver butterfly dancing in the yard, and like a group of small dancers wearing a group of gauze, accompanied by the music coming from the sky, gently and gently in the air, spinning, jumping and moving dance. So brisk figure, so ethereal dance, each piece of crystalline snowflakes are like a song of euphony, melodious, fresh light music, are as if a light, harmonious, bright little poem.
46, snow has been falling for a week. We can say it is to the end of the world. Occasionally glancing out into the plains, it ices our hearts, that whole expanse of white, the whole of which is white, frozen, and glowing like paint. We may say that God has wrapped up the earth and is preparing to send it back to the flood world.
47, when the moment the sun rises, snowflakes know, the earth no longer need his love, he melted into a grain of small droplets, faded in an instant, he knowingly left, so that the earth greedily sucking 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.
48, dusk snow, deep cuts, as if there are thousands of emotions like, and like the sea is generally surging, able to drown everything, there is a hint of uncovering the hidden head and tail like a sense of nakedness. Snowflake form thousands of crystal translucent, like a warrior on the battlefield, clad in silver armor, but also like a piece of white sails in the voyage ......
49, in this snow dance season, silent boundless thoughts, fine hexagonal elves, sprightly form like willow, like rushes, like butterflies, such as drunkenly gazing, that a Crystalline infiltrated with my dreams, snow, falling on the branches, eaves, various buildings, sketched out the beautiful arc of different landscapes, in the dew of the moonlight reflection, glittering glittering, fusion in the hazy vision, if there is like nothing, a pure white.
50, the weather is gloomy, the sky is thick, low, gray-yellow cloud. Northeast wind whistling roar, rampant in the wilderness running, it seems to hold a sharp sword, can pierce the tight coat, not to mention that exposed to the outside of the face, was it cut a knife and a knife, the pain is difficult to bear. I love the snow, I love the snow scene, I love winter more. Winter is the wheel of the soul. Winter, although very cold, but it has an incomparable warmth and hope.