2. A little snowflake drifted into the stream and turned into a drop of water. Hush, listen carefully, that much little snowflake is in the river with the little fish and shrimp to tell their pro-life experience! Look, they are having so much fun! Suddenly, another small snowflake from the air slowly drifting down, he floated to the empty Tiananmen Square, became a first comer on the ground. And so, one little snowflake after another drifted down from the air.
3, the flakes falling, not only white, but also with a trace of indifference, I thought it held in the palm of my hand it will belong to me, but with the slow melting, evaporation, disappeared, but also took away that little bit of warmth in the bottom of my heart.
4, in the vast snowy plains, reduce yourself to a small black spot in the vast world, quietly stop here. If this snowy plain is regarded as a world, then we are the countless snowflakes scattered by God. We are sent to this world by the winds of fate like the falling snow, and when we look back on the way we came, there is no trace to patrol. We lie where we fell, waiting for the winds of fate to send us to another place, or waiting for another snowflake to fly, and then quietly melt into nothing.
5. Snow, what lovely snow! So light and so quiet falling down, falling down, falling on the mountain peaks, falling on the fields, falling on the eaves; white mountains, white earth, white roofs, thousands of branches, thousands of crystal strips, become a silver coral in the silver sea.
6. The gentle little snowflakes drifted down. Gradually, the little snowflakes became bigger, thicker and denser.
7, 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 getting bigger and bigger, like weaving a white net, ten feet away from what can not be seen.
8. The snowflakes are dancing with the joy of my childhood, the frivolity of my youth, and the dreams of my youth. The white of the snow can purify my soul, appease this me this irritable heart, let me forget all the troubles and sorrows. Snowflakes melting calmly, is in their own life interpretation of the philosophy of life, with a silent language to tell us, life is should be silent dedication, so that it will be more beautiful, more radiant.
9, however, the most people at home can be the first to feel the breath of winter is the windows of the ice flowers, some like the forest, rich in mystery; some like the stream, as if in the quiet flow; some like Santa Claus, as if to give people gifts. The winter girl is really handy ah!
10, the snow fairy in the full swing of the sleeve; in the fluttering flick, heaven and earth, rivers and mountains, pure and clean, no mud puddle.
11, beside the highway, sidewalks on the snow has melted, only the back of the sun on the roof still have residual snow, like wearing a top white small hat.
12, spring snow - the messenger of the spring of the northern part of the country, you are really too beautiful, although the winter snow white and lovely, but which can withstand the spring snow of the dashing nature? Winter snow is too solemn, is quiet, and which has spring snow body soft bone net it?
13, so beautiful snow scene, so charming moonlight, is really unforgettable. But perhaps I am too sentimental. Alas, the remnants of the snow into butterflies flying into the dream, the night is over when the sky is clear when to return?
14, no one can change the speed of snowflakes falling. Only at this time, we can make the footsteps accelerated due to greed, to find the center of gravity.
15, the snowflakes flying in the sky, they are so leisurely and automatic, so pure and unadulterated. As if the whole world is covered by this kind of breath. Blowing a breath, as if immediately to melt you. Outside the window of the ginkgo reluctantly drifted down the leaves of the few pieces, hanging this white piece.
16, the leaden gray sky, dark clouds. Goose-feather-like snow drifted down, snow fell on the house, the house is like a ten-mile fragrance of the cake store in the shape of exquisite cream cake; snow fell on the trees, the trees seem to draw out the jade branch, opened a silver flower; snow fell on the ground, the earth seems to be a piece of paper, the chickens stepped on it and drew a "bamboo leaf picture", the kitten! Passed by here, printed a few "small plum blossoms". It's a lot of fun!
17, evening, large snowflakes, from the dark sky fluttering down. In a flash, the mountains, fields and villages were all covered in white snow.
18, the snowflakes white as jade, it is the heavenly palace sent down the little generals of heaven, or the moon palace laurel tree fell on the jade leaves? Snowflakes like a beautiful jade-colored butterfly, like dancing like drunk; like blowing down the dandelion; like floating like flying; like angels rewarded with small white flowers; suddenly scattered and gathered, floating, gently full, worthy of the earth's masterpiece! I saw the snowflakes in front of me like a butterfly as mischievous, a moment to fall under the eaves, a moment to fall on the branches of the trees, but also from time to time floating in the face of pedestrians.
19, wherever her skirt goes, the snowy plains are quiet as if they were a child, the snowy peaks are cold and erect, the jade trees blossom, while the air seems particularly gentle. In her gentle soothing, all the restlessness began to quiet down, the earth is quiet and peaceful, like a sleeping baby in the arms of his mother. In this world of silver makeup, this dazzling whiteness makes the sky also eclipsed.
20, looking at the piece of falling snowflakes, I fell in tears, I do not know whether it is touched or confused, because of that heart for a long time can not calm down, can not extricate themselves from the thoughts.
21, the most wonderful thing is a little snow ah. Look at it, the mountain pines more and more green and black, the tip of the tree topped with a bun of white flowers, like a Japanese nursemaid. The tip of the mountain all white, to the blue sky set a silver edge. On the mountain slopes, there are places where the snow is thick, there are places where the grass color is still exposed; so, a child white, a child dark yellow, to the mountains to wear a watery patterned frock; look at, this frock seems to be the wind blowing, so you hope to see a little more beautiful mountain skin. Waiting for the sunset, the yellowish sunlight slanting on the mountainside, the point of thin snow as if suddenly shy, slightly revealing a little pink.
22, snow at this time gave me the first smile since the winter, light snowflakes drifted down on the top of this mountain everywhere, green rape leaves fell on the palm of the place, yellow corn stalks have a white mark, those swaying with the wind on the weeds as if in full bloom on a piece of white flowers, from afar, don't mention how interesting.
23, the artificial lake on a layer of very thick ice, some naughty little students in the lake play and fight, from the lake from time to time came bursts of laughter.
24, early the next morning, snowflakes drifted without sky, the mountains and fields all white. With a wet smell of early winter snow flakes drifted and accumulated in the roadside group of trees. In several places, the branches of the brittle poplar trees were broken by the snow. The jays that were searching for food jumped between the trees and shook off the snow on the branches. A few sluggish mountain villages in the near distance were buried in the snow, and the distant peaks, in the smoke of the diffuse snow, turned gray; further away, they dissolved into the misty sky and became misty themselves.
25, outside the house, the north wind whistling, white pixies fluttering around me, as if welcoming me into their world.
26, the weather is like a child's face changes, in a flash, the snow actually stopped, the sun also followed the rise, the sudden snow clearing, the winter sun seems to be closer to the distance of the people, seemingly extraordinarily clear, extraordinarily dazzling, but the temperature of the sun seems to be cooled by the snow and ice as if how to heat up.
27, Zhu window half-covered, looking at the silver-white drift down, cold hands, wipe over the glass on the fog, so that the silver-white more clearly see me, but it is still in front of me fleetingly passed, fell on the stone floor. I knew I was afraid of the cold, but I loved the snow.
28, outside the window snowflakes are still softly drifting, covering the daytime clamor of this small town, rendering this already quiet night even more serene. I spread out the pen and ink, trying to depict this sleepy world, but let me how shallow painting, but how can not draw the heart of the serenity and calm.
29, look, the small snowflakes fluttering in the sky, like many white butterflies. They cover the sky, like willow flakes like goose feathers, quietly fall from the sky, as if countless paratroopers in parachutes from the sky, the snowflakes small and delicate, crystal clear, and keep drifting, drifting, drifting, drifting.
30, snow, in the rain, fluttering down from the sky, fell to the roof, fell to the ground, very light, such as kitten's footsteps. In the snow, there are a few pieces of crystal ice, glittering. Trees, dressed in snow, white hats, white cotton coats, white scarves, a good pure white world.