The snow drifted leisurely, rendering heaven and earth white. Here is the writing material about snow that I shared with you!
Willow general snow, reed general snow, light smoke general snow, flow, chase, come when the dust is not stained, fall when the point of dust is not shocked. A small hexagonal flower, exquisite and clear, no one heavy. Powder carving, however, which artist can design such exquisite lines? Which sculptor can carve out such detailed crafts? Instead of the masterpiece of nature, I prefer to believe that it is the tears of a fairy in the palace of heaven!
In the blink of an eye, the firs and pines have all turned into agate branches. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of your life, and you'll be able to do it in a way that's easy for you. Butterfly-like snowflakes flying in the sky, the earth will just put on the damask for a sweater.
The earth after the snow
1. The earth after the snow, everywhere covered with silver, into a crystal fairy tale. The rows of trees are proudly blooming trees full of silver flowers, in the sunlight shines with a slight purple light; and fall bare leaves of the catalpa branches, is hanging down a lot of luscious silver stripes; branches of magpies actually intoxicated by the charming snow scene, a motionless stop for a long time, only to fly up, stomping down a piece of snow shrapnel, and then it is "chattering!
2. I do not know when, the sky drifted down this pure white ice crystals, in the light of the air, unfolding a quiet and harmonious flying snow sky. She fluttered, turned, note-like leap in the air. With a beautiful dance, slowly sketched, that far away mountains, that thick fog ...... ancient rhyme leisurely, like a song of restful pleasure, lingering in the mountains, flying in the air, turned into a flying snow in the sky. Not with thick ink, light gray and white, like permeated with classical Chinese style landscape painting scrolls, before the morning sun breaks, exhibition volume.
3. Winter in the countryside, due to the absence of green trees such as the shade of the embellishment, seems a bit dilapidated, due to very few people out, also seems a bit cold. It is only at noon that people come out one after another and gather together in the sunny places. The people who rummage through the sunlight under the roots of the mountain wall silently hold on to the spot with their traditional postures, smiling without smiling, and talking to themselves without words. Some even pulled the brim of their hats down to cover their entire faces, and in no time at all let out a sleepy snore. Winter. People are particularly sleepy, but also a kind of compensation for a year of hard labor. In the morning, often in the sun has risen very high, only to hear adults shouting at children to get up to eat the voice, and sometimes hear the child's cry, probably disturbing his fragrant dreams. The winter scenery describes the paragraph
4. evening, a large snowflake, from the dim sky fluttering down. In a flash, the mountains, fields and villages were all covered in white snow.
5. The snow came with the cold, the streets seemed to be cast in silver, so bright, so glorious, long icicles like crystal short swords hanging in front of the eaves, and the pedestrians' breath turned into a stream of white smoke.
6. After a while, the snow stopped. The whole earth seems to be wrapped in a layer of silver veil, but also seems to be a layer of mist shrouded. The pine trees along the roadside are covered with "crystal chips", emitting a dazzling light. If your exclamation startled the birds on the branches of the tree, the "crystal shavings" will be like the morning mist like spray, noiselessly into the earth; if you naughtily shook the branches of the tree, the "crystal shavings" will be issued "ding ding ding dong "Crisp ringing, so that you are intoxicated. However, no one can not shake the branch, because we can not bear to destroy the flawless "crystal" crafts.
Poetry about the snow1. A thousand miles of yellow clouds and a hundred days of twilight , the north wind blowing geese and snow one after another. I am not worried about the road ahead without a friend, who under the world does not know the gentleman
2 Thousands of birds fly away from the mountains, ten thousand paths of the people trail extinction.
3 only to see the ridge cloud like a cover, has been shocked by the rock under the snow like dust;
Thousands of bamboo shoots and stones thousands of jade, ten thousand pine trees Luo ten thousand clouds
4 remote knowledge is not the snow, for a dark scent to come
5 the mountain road back and forth do not see the gentleman, the snow left the empty horse place
6 the north wind rolled the ground, the white grass, the Hutian in August that is the flying snow,
Suddenly the spring breeze comes, thousands of trees and thousands of pear blossoms
7 The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, ten thousand miles of snow drift
8. Waves and stones through the air, the waves beat the shore, rolled up a thousand piles of snow, the rivers and mountains are like a picture, how many heroes in a moment
9 The ground is white and windy and cold, snowflakes into the hands of the big
10 Plum must be inferior to the snow is three times as white, but the snow is lost in a section of the fragrance of the plum
11 The night deep know the snow is heavy, when I heard the sound of folding bamboo The snow is so light that it is lighter than willow flakes and heavier than frost
18 All the springs are freezing, and I am chanting about the cold, leaning on the pines in the middle of the night, and I don't realize that my clothes are full of snow
19 The snow is drifting down to the distant sky, and it is soughing, blowing away the smoke of the travelers' lives
20 The sun is slanting down on the bamboo, and the snow is messing up the mountains
21 Salting the sky is not comparable to the snowflakes. The wind is the cause
22 The moon shines on the snow, and the wind is strong and weak
23 I don't know if the shrapnel falls today, but I suspect that the flowers in the forest bloomed last night
24 When the flowers come into the house, I sit and watch the bamboos turn into agarwood branches
25 The streams are deep enough to be hard hit by snow, and the mountains are freezing without running into the clouds
26 It is good to go to bed at night on winter eve, and to think about the morning in the summer
27 The old man is lazy in all things, and it's a pleasure to close his home for the winter. I'm happy to close my home for the winter
28 I've been a poet all my life, and I love the frost on the tiles in early winter
29 The night is short at the end of winter, and the year is long at the beginning of tomorrow
30 I've been singing with a sheng in autumn, and I've been drinking with a bottle of wine in winter
31 I don't know if I can't find the flowers near the water, and I suspect that it is because of the winter's snow
32 The time and the place and the sun are hurrying me along, and the spring is coming back to me at the end of the winter season
33 I see the mountains and the mountains, and they are covered with snow in a green and verdant sky. The snowy mountains are so verdant
34 The snowy winter clouds and white wadding are flying, and the flowers are all scarce
The cold streams are rolling in the sky, and the warmth is blowing on the earth
35 The plums are falling from the branches, and there are millions of pieces of plums, and they are still sentimental, and they learn to snow with the wind
36 The snow is flying, and it has changed all of the old mountains and rivers. The face up to see the emptiness, suspected to be the jade dragon fight! The most important thing is to have a little bit of snow on the ground. Look at the pines on the mountain, they are getting more and more green and black, and the tips of the trees are topped with a bunch of white flowers, just like the Japanese nursemaid. The mountain tip is all white, to the blue sky set a silver edge. On the mountain slopes, there are places where the snow is thicker, there are places where the grass color is still exposed; so, a white, a dark yellow, to the mountains to wear a watery frock; look at this frock seems to be the wind blowing, so you hope to see a little more beautiful skin of the mountains. Wait until almost sunset, yellowish sunlight slanting on the mountainside, the point of thin snow as if suddenly shy, slightly revealing a little pink. It's just a little bit of snow, Jinan can't take a lot of snow, those hills are too beautiful. Winter is here, the cold front also came, goose feather-like snow flying in the sky, the whole world put on a white coat. Sending away the autumn with its abundant harvests, the winter with its snowflakes has finally arrived. Snow, a piece of snowflakes from the sky down, in a short while, the ground, trees, roofs have become white.
The morning of spring is warm, the morning of summer is warm, the morning of fall is quiet, then winter? The sky just saw the light, I carried my schoolbag, hiking on the road to school. The boundary between the sky and the earth was so hazy: the mountains were white, the sky was white, and there was a white fog on the water. I want to touch this strange fog, but it is like a mischievous child, a moment to escape to the east, a moment to escape to the west ...... The cold wind "whistling" roaring, with its thick fingers, brutally grabbing the pedestrian's hair, needle-like stabbing the pedestrian's skin. Pedestrians have no choice but to button up their winter coats tightly, put their hands in their pockets, shrink their necks and walk briskly. The pines and cypresses on both sides of the road, but the spirit of standing, proudly welcome the wind, frost, rain and snow, inspiring people to bravely move forward. The stores on the street have opened one after another. I do not care to appreciate the wide variety of goods, and do not care to taste the mouth-watering food, speed up the pace, to the school to find the winter morning. The rising sun, gray fog seems to be rolling in, I vaguely saw heads in the playground: one, two, three ...... playground gradually lively.
Look, over there came an old teacher, a few pioneers are saluting him, the old teacher smiled and nodded and smiled ...... There are four seasons in a year, and each season has a different scenery, and I like the magnificent scenery of the winter when it snows the most. In winter, snowy people seem to have come to a quiet realm, to a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of the pine, the snow of the ice fragrance, giving a kind of cool and soothing. Everything is filtered, everything is sublimated, even my mind is purified, become pure and beautiful. Dusk snow, deep cut, as if there are thousands of emotions, and like the sea is generally surging, able to drown everything, there is a hint of unveiling the hidden head like a sense of nudity.