In our ordinary daily life, we all inevitably come into contact with essay, right? Essay is a speech activity in which people express their ideas in written form. There are a lot of notes on essay writing, are you sure you can write it? The following is my carefully organized essay on encounters, welcome to read and collect.
Early in the morning, I opened my eyes in the hazy sound of the "dripping" rain. "Is it raining?" I mumbled. I got dressed and went to the window. The city in the rain has a unique flavor, a tall and sturdy buildings in the fog hidden, like a few mysterious fairy palace. The rain pattered, leaving small puddles scattered on the wide road. The pedestrians on the road are holding various kinds of umbrellas, like flowers blooming in the rain.
A string of small crystal clear raindrops from the air down, or fall on the ground, splashing beautiful water droplets; or hit the top of the umbrella, the sound of crisp music ...... small raindrops like a small pilot, next to each other from the clouds to jump down. Leaving the cloud mother, they fell into the lake, and the fish play; they sprinkled to the fields, to the crops to send sweet manna; they floated into my heart, whisking away the irritation in my heart ...... lovely little raindrops only wish the earth more beautiful.
I can not wait to run downstairs, hold up the umbrella out of the door. The cool wind blew head-on, and there were a few stars of chilly raindrops. I stood in the world of rain, listening carefully to the sound of rain. It had the sound of a classic song, the raindrops were crisp and bright, the leaves rustled, and the wind sang this sometimes slow, sometimes urgent song to their accompaniment. I slowly tasted again, tasted the flavor of the rain, it is like a cup of tea, refreshing and simple, washing the dirt in the air.
The rain gradually stopped, the air drove away the dirty haze, and the air exuded the fragrance of the earth. The children ran out of the door happily, and their partners mischievously stepped on the puddles, splashing all over the mud. Passers-by have put away their umbrellas, with sunny smiles on their faces.
Rain, you go, but left people fresh air;
Rain, you go, but left the city fresh appearance ......
Rain, look forward to your next encounter with us.
Essay on Encounters 2An interesting experiment was carried out on today's science experiment. The teacher made us produce two items from home: baking soda and white vinegar. These two seemingly unrelated objects put together, what will produce? Everyone one by one is all two and a half - puzzled.
Therefore, we are ready to experiment station, the teacher said that after pouring into the white vinegar, we should hurry to cover the mouth of the cup, which makes us even more confused: the teacher Hulu in the sale of what medicine ah!
Below, we first put a small amount of baking soda into the cup, and then poured into the white vinegar, hurry to cover the lid.
But there's more! It explains why you need to put the lid on. But the teacher took out a paper towel, ignited it with a lighter, and then stuck it into everyone's cups, where it went out without touching the water! The class exclaimed. The second period of study, we did a more difficult test, the inside of the vapor "pour" to the lighting of the dry candle, unfortunately, we did not succeed, but the teacher did succeed, the vapor in the glass bottle can actually put the fire "blowing out"!
Originally, in the mixing of baking soda and white vinegar, a chemical change occurred, the formation of a new vapor - carbon dioxide, it is not compatible with ignition, so it will be poured into the fire or will be put into the ignition of chemicals will be extinguished.
So, is the remaining precipitate still baking soda? Is the remaining liquid still white vinegar? There are students who hold the suggestion of approval, but also students who hold the suggestion of resistance, I smelled, smelled a choking smell, neither like baking soda, nor like white vinegar.
The teacher made us turn the book over to check the answers in the information bank. Ah! Found. What was left was a new chemical whose full name is "sodium acetate".
I gained a lot of new specialized knowledge in this class, but the one that sticks in my mind the most is the "little volcano" that was about to erupt! I will always remember this romantic encounter!
Encounter Essay 3Poetry is like a wonder in classical Chinese literature. It is said that "Tang poetry, Song lyrics, Yuan opera, Ming and Qing novels", Tang poetry and Song lyrics can be said to be a monumental masterpiece. In the long history river, like a flat boat, elegant, comfortable sailing, classical poetry culture from generation to generation ......
Today, under the bright moonlight, the grove is organizing a wonderful poetry conference to pay tribute to classical poetry.
"This is a matter of ancient difficulty, but I wish people long, thousands of miles of *** Canyuanjuan ......" a paragraph of beautiful poetry from our mouth "flow" out. The students all scrambled to raise their hands and take turns to memorize the poem. The catchy verses and elegant phrases express the poet's passionate indignation, deep sorrow, and a faint sense of nostalgia.
We straightened up and recited the classical poems fluently. The scholars who wore robes, coiled their hair, held bamboo slips, and shook their heads to memorize the poems appeared in front of my eyes ......
After thousands of years, we used our practical actions and our love for poetry to make classical poems survive in the fast-passing time.
Immediately after the second round of the competition is the "snatch the answer to make up the poem", the students are all fist and palm, all look like they are eager to try, ready to go.
The two groups of players competed fiercely, tightly biting the score, the situation was very stalemate. I was immersed in the vast ocean of poetry, unable to extricate myself. I looked at the students answered the question confidently, guessing how much "ink" in their stomachs, very revered.
At the point of the competition, our group lost to the opponent by a small margin, but we are still proud of our defeat. This proves that our reserve of poetry is not enough, we should continue to explore and learn in the sea of poetry without perseverance.
This encounter with poetry makes me love this crystallization of classical literature - poetry more. "The road is long, I will go up and down and seek", no matter how long the time is, my love for poetry, will never change, my passion for learning poetry, will never change.
Encounter Essay 4In other people just vaguely remember things, however, in the weak-minded, has been repeatedly and y carved in the memory of the heart plate.
These days the heart is quite restless.
The sky is as gray as if it had cried, the clouds are not free, and the light air induces a mood. Dusk bites through the lip of the day, leaving that smear of blood in the sky, diffuse dispersal. Two skies, different moods ...... The former represents the mood, the latter represents the actual scene.
With the afterglow of the setting sun, guided by his own shadow, he walked slowly and lowered his head into the strange but familiar woods, the resting place of the soul.
In the evening, the air in the woods is especially clear, and not a breath of air makes people feel refreshed and comfortable, releasing the heart that is bound by the stress of studying in the daytime, and calming the heart that is indignant in the daytime.
Walking in the woods, the birds and flowers back in the invisible feeling, return to the idea of nature will also be inadvertently realized. The feet of the fallen leaves and dead branches, compared to the stone cement, walking up to let a person feel comfortable; ears of the wind and birds, water chestnut car whistle support language, listen to let a person feel serene; around the flowers and trees, compared to the skyscrapers, when encountered, let a person feel more alive; and that the top of the melting moon, compared to the colorful sun is more refreshing.
Unconsciously, the darkness of the night invaded the dusk, the quiet ruled the earth, do not allow half a bit of noise. Even so, I still choose to walk with the woods rather than the city streets. I had no choice but to walk home again. Aimlessly, the yellowish light poured over my body, and the sound of cars stirred my heart. Neon lights, KTV halls, night markets, garden plots, these "natural" things invisible pressure on my heart tends to mature, so that I think the world is how terrible, competitive is so strong, for fear that someday by the invisible things to eat, even the bones are not left, turned into ashes.
Still like to walk in the woods all the time, forgetting the lingering sadness, fame, fortune and worldly affairs, and nature into one. Because there is no pressure, no stress, everything is perfect in the eyes, no flaws.
When I return to my roots, I will choose the "woods" because it makes me feel comfortable, not the city's depressing.
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"Sophie's World" inside this sentence "You are too used to this world to be surprised by anything." You always say that life is dull, but you have not noticed the beauty of life.
In the morning, the wind is blowing, the leaves are falling, the willows are swaying, and the insects and birds are chattering. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Into the market, the grandmother of the vegetables with a smile on her lips, one hand passed the vegetables to the pedestrians, one hand received the money, the old grandfather sat beside him, holding a fan in his hand, one without a fan to the grandmother. The weather is getting hot, pedestrians are in a hurry, but it does not prevent this old couple in the ordinary world out of their own beautiful little world, to the downtown added a touch of simplicity and poetry.
The sunset is a golden color for everything. A woman dressed in a long white dress, mesmerized in her own world. Her long hair fluttered and danced, her long dress fluttered in the breeze, and the setting sun struck a gentle silhouette on her face. Her smile was so sweet and pure that one could not help but stop and watch.
The night is as cool as water, walking in the forest path. The spring water in the park is sounding fine, the stars and the moon in the pool of spring water flickering and appearing. The moon gives off a faint glow, the waves are glistening and rippling, the round lotus leaves are tilted with dewdrops, and the lotus blossoms are blooming in the water.
Under the moonlight, a group of retired old people were dancing in the square. With the sound of music, the old man's body followed the music and moved, the dance is not lost to the young people. They are full of energy, slowly moving steps, each action is very in place and have strength. In the beautiful song, the leader of the team with everyone a moment twisting waist, a moment to kick the legs, a moment to shrug the shoulders of the old people's faces look serious and funny.
I once read this sentence: "Every day together into a poem, the road through every landscape is pleasing to the eye, the road left laughter cool over the August sunny days."
When you come across a question that makes you hesitate, it's a cute and naughty girl, who often plays a harmless little drama with us, "love but not see". And what we have to do is to use our bright eyes to interpret all the love at first sight.
In every exam, there are always some questions, is so simple, pure, is the bottom of the clear pool, is the face of the girl. They are not deliberately whitewashed. Simple and without losing style.
Usually, there is another category, and we inevitably meet, we do not always get a glimpse of the real face. They, is the roll of aristocrats, noble status, prestigious. They, is raised in the boudoir of the good show. All we have to do is to calculate our inevitable encounter with a cool and wise mind, which we hope is incredibly clear and easy to enjoy; and then, with our sweaty hands, like warriors revealing scars that carry their honor, we will push open a door and unveil a layer of veil. And then, we will be able to see its true face, and at that moment we are shocked at the beauty of her face, and we are joyful, pretending not to care, the corners of the mouth slightly up!
And obviously, in this paper girl, there is no lack of domineering, tricky and capricious. For these, we should be resilient, to achieve a bitter sweet.
I believe that every test question is a rare work of art, just as we believe that every girl is a unique beautiful masterpiece of heaven.
My exams, I have an unavoidable encounter with you, let us perform a magnificent dance, accompanied by the blossoming of a thousand flowers, we leave a song of the world dance, comparable to the "high mountains and flowing water", I use the youth to ignite the tone of this dance!
Last winter vacation, my family went to Bali for vacation, and one of the attractions was the Sacred Monkey Park. I heard that there were more than six hundred monkeys there, all scattered in the Sacred Monkey Park. I was very interested in the monkeys, so I wanted to find out more.
When we arrived at the Monkey Park, the trees were lush and green, and the monkeys were scurrying up and down the trees from time to time. We walked up the stone steps step by step. Sometimes you will find some little monkeys are stealing the bananas that the staff is selling by surprise, and sometimes you will see a little monkey jumping onto the shoulder of a foreign tourist, refusing to come down, scaring the tourist and making him yell. If you look up you might see a mother monkey soothing her baby monkey to sleep! Our family laughed as we walked around and said that these spirited monkeys were so spiritual!
We were tired of walking, so we rested at a roadside gazebo. Mom gave me a packet of seaweed. I opened the seaweed eat up, not long, a fat monkey slowly approaching me, it two eyes stare at my hand seaweed motionless. I thought to myself, "This monkey is not trying to eat seaweed, right? I was immediately alert. As expected, the monkey circled around me, is this monkey to rob? When I thought of this, my legs were trembling and I was in a cold sweat, and we were just staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes. Suddenly, the monkey attacked me, lightning-like pounced, I was shocked, quickly threw away the seaweed, and hid behind my father.
The monkey picked up the seaweed, like people, tear open the bag, first smelled, and then devoured it, a blink of an eye, all eaten up, and then licked his fingers, causing us to laugh. You see, the monkeys in the Sacred Monkey Park can't be messed with!
Encounter Essay 8It was a quiet night, and the sky was as dark as if it had been smeared with black paint. The peasants have long since returned home to rest, and all is silent. At this time, bring a pair of snowy eyes and sensitive ears, encounter a forest, is an unspeakable beauty.
When you first enter the forest, there is a mysterious and deep temptation waiting for you. The night is quiet, the only footsteps on a young grass occasionally issued by the sound of "ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch". In your unguarded time, a bean-sized dewdrops along the lush leaves of the tree jumped and rolled down, touching the tip of the nose, ice, cool, the heart instantly crispy. A breeze blew by, the leaves made a faint "rustling" sound. The soft moonlight sprinkled on the ground, casting the shadow of the roadside saplings, the light and shadow played a quiet melody.
Further in, until the front do not see the head, the back do not see the end of the place, you listen up, patiently waiting, a unique concert quietly opened. Look, the crickets ran out to forage for food, close your eyes, narrow ears to listen carefully, "Chi Chi crickets ......" as if a light and elegant violin music, delicate euphemism, moving strings. Wind dolls also come to join in, she brushed the treetops, leaves played a rhythmic sound like drums, and the sound of the piano dancing in the night sky. You can not help but look up towards the sky, let your thoughts fly. Immediately after, a group of fireflies with bright lights out, in front of the eyes suddenly neon flashes. Deep in the forest, the beasts from time to time "ow" song, and the small insects of the low song echo. At this moment you, as if in the sound and light intertwined stage, y intoxicated.
At dawn, the sun covered the red face quietly climbed up. Gently inhale a breath of the forest emanating 'natural aroma, last night's encounter in the heart of this beautiful, collection to forever.
My grandfather, although already over age, but also has a child's heart, and recently I do not know how to do it, Grandpa and the kite came to an encounter.
Grandpa but bought a lot of equipment, from the initial plastic kite roulette wheel, to the current iron kite roulette wheel, from the ordinary kites at that time, to the current soft kites, from the time to fly a kite hand and foot, to the current line of clouds like water ...... Grandpa can meet with the kite, but also a kind of destiny it!
Every time Grandpa has any trouble, as long as a kite, the trouble will be forgotten, as if the kite took away all his unhappiness. The kite is like a friend who can't speak, and Grandpa can pour out his heart to him.
I remember once, Grandpa wanted to take me out to fly a kite, but he was happier than me. It was as if Grandpa's world was better because of kites. We came to the small square, only to see, Grandpa skillfully picked up the gloves, put on the hat, loaded the kite, a series of actions, both precise and rapid.
After a while, the wind picked up, and Grandpa asked me to take the kite wheel and run all over the field by himself. I saw him running faster and faster with the wind, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and as soon as Grandpa let go of his hand, the kite flew up. As the kite flew higher and higher, I watched Grandpa, who was holding the kite wheel with both hands and maneuvering it skillfully. When he saw the wind pick up, he loosened the line, and when he saw the wind stop, he tightened the line. 1000 meters of line was used up by Grandpa, and when he was proud of himself, suddenly the kite started to fall down, and Grandpa started to tighten the line, but it was too late, and the kite had already fallen into the small forest. My grandfather and I rushed into the woods to look for it, and finally, we found it on a small branch.
Although Grandpa was very tired, he still didn't feel tired. I think the encounter between Grandpa and the kite is not only a perfect encounter, but also a rare destiny.
Essay on Encounter 10Hustle and chaos are like silver beads and drizzle falling on a jade plate, like jewel-like silver needles dotting thousands of hills and valleys, inlaid with green and wild land, bringing life and vitality, waiting for spring, summer, fall and winter encounters. The Encounter of Spring Rain
Spring rain is a vivid sketch. It covers the cold of winter and makes the flowers and grasses poke their heads out to enjoy the moisturizing of spring rain. It baptizes the earth and brings life to everything, allowing the spring breeze to boldly comb the willows. The night rain hides people from view, moisturizes flowers, and outlines the silence and serenity of rain. Like an unknown teacher, it teaches us knowledge and gives us the best of everything. Summer rain encounter
Summer rain is always so bombastic, so spontaneous, never indecisive, like a man, that kind of masculinity, that kind of strong spirit, throughout the ages, let how many people sigh of admiration, I do not dare to say that the summer rain is so much fun, but his generosity is like the heroic Xin Qiji, to complete the heroic task of Tan Sutong to sacrifice for the country.
The Encounter of Autumn Rain
It is so fascinating to hear the refreshing sound of rain coming in the fall. He takes away the heat of summer. In the fall rain, maple leaves fall, fruits ripen and insects cry. It brings a touch of coolness and the beginning of happiness. Over the years, I've been thinking in the rain. The bleakness of the fall rain is more than just the mood we feel during the transition between childhood and adulthood. It is so poignant and vulnerable. There is so much in our hearts that we don't understand about the secular world. We are nostalgic. And vaguely with a little sadness, we like the autumn rain, do not know what we want, so confused to be true to themselves, and at night when we stop crying alone, we do not like the sadness of the fall of autumn rain from the sky, should not be as vulnerable as the autumn rain with a faint pain, should not be as brave and strong as the rain Everything in the rain seems to be veiled in a layer of veil, transparent as clear water, so hazy, so confusing, and So vague. Although this is a romantic mood, but it is full of sadness, is not it?
The flowers are falling, the rain is still falling. I think it's time for us to grow up.
Essay on Encounter 11One long winter day, I had nothing to do at home and returned to the campus, where it was business as usual, as if nothing had changed. Before the sun showed its face, students shuffled into the campus with their heavy school bags. The dead trees are still thin, and the cold wind is still biting. On the path that left deep and shallow footprints, in the subtle light, people were longing for each other. I did my best to fight off the drowsiness, my eyelids drooping as I passed the flowerbeds. The meadow, once filled with laughter, is also deserted. Listening carefully, the sounds of spring are not yet close.
But I felt it, the wind from the depths of the ice woke up, a little bit of gentle moist color of the new green. Reflected on the body of the morning light from the thin cool become warm, this temperature change, seems to indicate the arrival of spring.
Another Tuesday, a lot of classes, homework piled up. I had a lot of complaints in my mind. After quickly brushing up on my math homework, I decided to go for a walk in the playground to release the pressure. In the playground and flower beds, which I usually do not pay attention to, I actually encountered a beautiful.
A tree of white flowers, a tree of green leaves. Green leaves are eye-catching, but not as cold and warm as emerald green, not as deep as the depths of the lake green, but the spring breeze colored with vibrant green, is the recovery of all things from the land under the emergence of the tip of the grass green. The white flowers on the other side are not as eye-catching as the green leaves, but they are also comfortable to look at. It is not as cold as snow, nor as white as the empty white of white paper. Is pure white, is the newborn white, contains the infinite splendor of the future, full of spring thousands of life. Such encounters, as if the electric light, a light, a moment of awakening me, so that I feel the power of the spring quietly burst.
However, the students are only one step away from the beautiful scenery, but do not want to stop for a moment to appreciate, this is how sad!
The spring walk, reflecting the campus unique scenery; walk, engraved with the campus a little bit of beauty; walk, everywhere contains vitality. After all, those days are experienced by me personally, from morning to sunset, from spring to winter, is a process I can not forget, accompanied by my life.
Encounter essay 12It is often said that you need to read more books in order to increase your knowledge! I am a naughty child, can not sit still, and can not be quiet reading, but a chance encounter, I opened a different after-school life. That day, my mom and I came to Luoyang. As soon as I got off the bus I was attracted by the long line in front of me and thought, "What is this for? It's bustling with activity." This aroused my strong curiosity to find out. I and my mom after nine oxen and two tigers, finally squeezed into the dense crowd. Only then did I realize - it turned out to be the bookstore store celebration is engaged in activities! "So lively, surely not without me ah!" I said to myself. I took my mom's hand and joined the queue.
My mom and I walked into the Xinyue bookstore hand in hand. Once inside, there is a light fragrance swooped over, each corner there are different people in the quiet reading, there are children with young faces, there are gray hair with fancy glasses grandmother, there are stilted uncle, and whispering in the exchange of aunts. They are like little fish swimming into the sea, like sheep stepping into the grass, wandering in their own sea of books.
I can not wait to come to the second floor to the fairy tale area, randomly pick up a book, quietly looking. Especially the "laughing cat diary", I came every time there is no new version, but the old version of the throw makes me fascinated. Sometimes moved to tears full of face, sometimes was angry storm, sometimes happy hands and feet ...... in the time here is always so short and fulfilling, it always allows me to cozy wandering in the fairy tale of the castle, let me recall.
As the sun set, I left the Xinyue bookstore in three steps, and my mom always teased me, saying, "Why don't you just go back to the people and leave your soul behind!" I've always dreamed the same dream recently: "A member of the fairy tale kingdom, full of magic power, I moved the bookstore to my home, and every day I swim in the sea of knowledge, and I'm so proud of myself!
Encounter essay 13
Arrived, almost arrived - not yet stepped into the courtyard door, a few wisps of ink, has not been able to resist the temptation of the wind, hastily drilled into the tip of the nostrils of the will wake up not yet awakened.
At first glance, the roadside gardenias have been vaguely stretching. Although it is still early spring, but the vivid green but clearly let a person feel that he is in the middle of summer. In the haze, the fresh fragrance of flowers has lingered in the nose.
But the wind is a big, this a few vitality but quietly drifted to the distance, leaving behind, or just a few wisps of the not so good smell but make people relaxed and happy ink. "Yo, you're here, quickly sit down." As soon as I entered the door, I bumped into the calligraphy teacher, and her warm and earnest words echoed in my ears.
In a short time, the table for writing was well organized. The table was so smooth that it looked like a penetrating mirror, and one could not bear to lay one's hands on it.
Once the ink is placed and the pen is set, the ink scent, which is so thick that it makes one's nose itch, generously and selfishly occupies the entire courtyard. Pick up the pen, dipped a few dips, at this time that familiar and with a few strange feeling somehow, and again in the heart swirl.
Horizontal, vertical, skim, press - hands a wave, a few square big words, then appeared in front of the watchful eyes, seems to speak, but can not hear a little sound. One, two, three ...... that handwriting, like a long dragon lined up in a military parade, and like a neat and tidy formation during running drills.
"Read the book to break the ten thousand volumes, the pen like God." Although I have not yet read through that ten thousand volumes of books, but the pen on the work, but I also seriously and carefully experience.
Each word, like a naughty child, not to play a full body stench never go home. But here, the smell of ink becomes the stench of a child's return, with a free and unrestrained breath.
I held the pen fixedly, looked up and saw the teacher's busy and tired figure, the heart can not help but feel some feelings. Calligraphy is still ordinary, still ordinary, still need to run around, still need to be full of dust, but she is like the fragrance of ink like the fragrance of character but always remembered in my heart.
That wisp of ink fragrance, still on the tip of my nose, stopped and stopped, a long, long time ......
Encounter essay 14"Fifty-six nationalities, fifty-six flowers, fifty-six brothers and sisters are one family ... ... "Whenever I sing this song, my heart can not help but flow out a warm current, a past event clearly printed in my mind.
On a sunny, cloudless Saturday, I went to an interest class alone. Since the class was far from my home, I had to take the BRT to get there. Walking on the spacious road, all things around me are as beautiful as flowers opening: birds singing to me, small trees dancing to me, grass nodding to me ...... It is really "waiting to recognize the face of the east wind, ten thousand purples and thousands of reds is always spring."
Unconsciously, I jumped to the brt station, ready to enter the station, only to hear the ticket inspection aunt said: "the little friend, you have not used the payment Oh! I obediently put my hand into my pocket, ready to take the money. Huh? Where is the money? I searched left and right, but I couldn't find it. Oh! I suddenly remembered that I was in a hurry to get out of the house, and I busily said, "It's because I was only thinking about class and forgot to bring money." I am like a frustrated bird, the original giddy mood all of a sudden washed away, just now the mood suddenly fell to the freezing point.
I was like a hot pot of ants, anxious round and round. At this time, suddenly heard a kind and benevolent voice: "Children, don't worry, I'll pay it!" I followed the voice to look, is a more than forty years old beautiful Uyghur aunt, she helped cast the money, and smiled kindly at me, said: "Quickly go, or else, will be late".
I finally couldn't help it, "golden beans" like broken beads fell down, and excitedly said "thank you, thank you ......" to the Uyghur aunt. My heart was full of infinite gratitude. The Uyghur aunt smiled at me, turned and left. In the sunlight, the aunt's back faded away, but also looks so tall, beautiful ......
"Han can not be separated from minorities, minorities can not be separated from the Han." What a simple sentence, I often listen to the grown-ups say, but today, I once again in my heart silently chant, at this time, I feel so different in my heart, surging a warm current, perhaps, in the future life, I should also go to do something ......
Encounter Essay 15The snow genie finally in people's expectation quietly arrived.
In the morning, the sky was bright, and it took a long time for it to brighten up, as if it was a sleepy child.
Walking out of the house, it doesn't feel very cold. Look up at the sky, white clouds embraced together, here a piece, there a cluster, forming a natural cradle, making the snow elves sleep soundly.
I don't know when, the first snowflake quietly fell, and then the other snowflakes one after another lightly jumped to the ground, on the roof, on the branches of the tree, and my body. I reached out my hands to feel the temperature of each snowflake. The moment the snowflake touched my skin, it slowly melted away, and the crystallized snow water soaked into the bottom layer of my skin, which felt slightly cold, but more clear and warm. I reveled in the romantic atmosphere created by the snowflakes, like being in a fairy tale, so ethereal, so unreal, so moving. Gradually, the snow is falling more and more big, and give a person a kind of bold, majestic feeling, I opened my arms, tilted my head, let the snowflakes unresistingly fluttered in my whole body. They do not fear, do not hesitate, fight to me, snow children with the quality of perseverance conquered my heart, but also give me an unprecedented baptism of the soul, the spirit of shock! In the evening, the snow stopped, the sun showed a long-lost smile. See, after the snow, the whole world is holy and flawless! The yellowish sunlight slanted on the delicate snow, reflecting them into yellow, red and purple. At the same time, the snow also reflects the silver light, and the sunshine, shining. The path, a silence, the wind blowing down the sound of snow are clearly audible; the sky, no trace of birds, it is really a "thousands of birds fly away, ten thousand paths of people trail extinction" of the scene.
Snow elves and the earth's beautiful encounter, how can not be mesmerized!