Facing the snow, I wanted to recite a few lines of a poem I had learned, but couldn't think of anything. It seems that what nature has given us cannot be expressed in words. Though I can't speak, I can listen, however, to the sound of snow.
The snow fell in droves, that piece of snowflakes in the air dancing in various postures, or flying, or hovering, or straight and fast fall, laying on the ground, at this moment, everything is beautiful, a are silent, standing in front of the window, that piece of snowflake laughter but in my ears ringing. Their joy, I can hear.
Snow has not yet 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, play with joy, 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.
The snow is an omen of a good year, and snow on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year should be a good omen for the year. Snowflakes slowly falling, with the sound of firecrackers, giving people a joyful celebration. I like to look at the snow quietly, see the snow quietly fall, listen to the faint sound of snow, the heart will have a peaceful and happy feeling. I see another group of children having a snowball fight, dodging left and right on the road. I see the lawn, a layer of snow covering the young leaves, protecting them. The sound of their pride at carrying this burden is audible to me.
The pure snow on the ground was basking in the sunlight, enjoying its last moments of joy. Are they crying over their dying lives? No, they were smiling, proud that they had accomplished their mission to spread joy to the earth. Dedicated their lives and played to their strengths, they are great, and I can hear the joy in their lives.
Again in the snow, let us stand in front of the window, listen with all your heart to a life legend
2'The afterglow of the setting sun lazily climbed over the mountains of that white and smooth skin; warmly shone on the quiet earth, the clouds in the sky drifted by, as if in the footsteps of their companions; warm blue jade-like lake slowly flowed, the lake side of the horizontal slanting a few boats, vaguely there are a few points of fishing fire in the The water is so warm and blue that it flows slowly, and there are a few boats on the side of the lake. Perhaps the scenery is too lonely, the mood will sing, singing with the lake, to take me to the nostalgic past years, with a little sadness, but when I turned my head to leave, I saw the other side of the mountain, that is the sun rises again is the place ah, perhaps tomorrow spring will come! Warm sunlight flickering on the lake, the last batch of red leaves in the mountain forest is still standing proudly in the branches, bright red and turquoise, this is not harmonious tone, composed of a unique winter scenery. Sometimes, a gust of wind blowing, without the leaves of the branches, issued a rustling sound, will also make a person produce a kind of depressed and sad feeling. But then you look at those branches, the newborn shoots have long been nurtured, which? The placeholder of the placeholder is the placeholder of the placeholder of the placeholder of the placeholder of the placeholder of the placeholder of the placeholder of the placeholder. The second most important thing is that the tree is not a heavy duty, and the second most important thing is that the tree is not a heavy duty, and the second most important thing is that the tree is not a heavy duty. The first is the one with the most important place in the world.
Walking in the snow is even more interesting. In the sky, there is only a trace of wind that seems to be holding the kite's thread and holding the snow. Looking up, the wind dominates the powder butterfly-like snowflakes, which fall down diagonally, whirl and fly, and flutter to the ground and fall on the pedestrians. Snowflakes like a naughty child never get tired of playing with people, brushing people's feverish face, into drops of water flowing to the eyebrows and beard, into a grain of small ice ballast. White snowflakes fall silently, fluttering and fluttering, not a moment, there is a thin layer of the ground, when your feet step on it, it will sing for you a happy footsteps "creak, creak,". Accompanied by this footsteps you can unfold the wings of imagination, to pursue your best memories, to embrace the happiness of your heart! You may want to take a deep breath that cool dipping sweet fragrance of flowers will soak into your heart, you can not help but think of a pure heart, you will feel that the whole world is so pure
Morning up, winter fog. After the fog dispersed, immediately appeared a wondrous scene, the pine needles, condensed with a thick white frost, like a tree tree white chrysanthemums; that deciduous tree branches wrapped in snow, like a strain of white jade carved trees; willow silver silk fluttering, bushes have become a white coral bush, a thousand forms, it is confusing, in a trance and fairy tale world
There are four seasons of the year, each season has a different scene, and I like the most. In winter, the snow people seem to 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.
The snow at dusk, deep cut, as if there are a thousand emotions, and like the sea is generally turbulent, able to drown everything, there is a hint of unveiling the hidden head and tail like a sense of nakedness. Snowflakes form thousands, crystal bright, like a warrior on the march, wearing silver armor, but also like a piece of white sails in the voyage ......
Snow in the scenery is magnificent and incomparable, between heaven and earth is colorful, you can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver to become.
After the snow, the sheer white snow decorating the world, the agar branches and jade leaves, powdered jade masonry, white color, really a school of snow in the year of the joyful scene.
I love the snow, I love the snow scene, I love winter. Winter is the wheel of the soul. Winter, although very cold, but it has an incomparable warmth and hope.
Winter is coming, can spring be far away?"
With the coming of winter, people change into heavy cotton clothes and isolate themselves from the cold wind and frost. The advent of winter, but also let everything into the "dead" period, leaving people is full of fatigue ......
That winter, I planted the monarch as early as two months ago, the state of the disease is great. As soon as winter arrived, it was all out of green and became a pile of dead branches. I was very sad, a few months of hard work so turned into a bubble. In order to make myself a little bit at ease, I did not throw it away immediately, nor did I remove it from the pot immediately, is what kind of on what kind of, did not bother about it.
In this way, I spent the winter of that year in regret, and every time I touched the cold flowerpot, my heart welled up with a burst of sadness and helplessness. When I think of it now, I can still feel the longness of that winter.
After the spring of the second year, I was painfully determined to get rid of the dead branches and free up the pot to plant the hanging orchid. So I used a small shovel to peel back the soil, ready to uproot it.
But just then, a miracle happened. I just inserted the shovel into the dry thick soil, raking two times, I heard a crisp cracking sound, and then I saw the pieces of the porcelain flower pot scattered all over the ground. But I took a closer look, was wrapped in layers of soil, thick as too white whiskers is that last winter seemed to have died the roots of monarchs, it is not only not necrotic, but more and more lush, divided again and again pitchforks. Now, it has flourished to fill the entire pot, like a dragon claw tightly attached to the porcelain flower pot, no wonder a touch on the broken.
Seeing this, I hurriedly trimmed the messy roots and replanted them in separate pots. As a result, a month later, each pot sent out cute little buds of monarchs.
I couldn't help but marvel at this sight. It was amazing that it could grow again and flourish after a whole winter's gestation. I was simply bowled over by this mid-winter miracle. The admiration was all-consuming, from my eyes to my heart, and I could not help but marvel at its resilience.
When I think about it, it was foolish of me to give up my chance for a new life so rashly in winter. That thick cotton coat really isolates all the exhilaration and hope that new life brings. But I now understand that the temporary "dead silence" is to let us more truly appreciate life, life.
Plants in winter can rely on the yearning for spring and reborn after the "dead silence" of winter. The same can be said for people. In the winter, can also look forward to spring, can get a greater new life and hope. The magic of life calls us to have to fear, then we should take out the courage and action, to be like that stem and leaves withered monarch, in the spring light on the earth, you will have a Siberian butterfly beauty, and then break out of the ice, to find a more bright and colorful you.
Snow, I love you, I love your flawlessness, your whiteness, I love your naughtiness,
You are a tiny speck in the sky, nourishing the crops and the fields, you are a piece of
white cloth, dressing the earth in a white coat, you are a stream of joyful atmosphere, making the children
feel happy, feel relieved.
When I was about to go to school, I was stunned by the sight, ah! Snow, I was highly
excited, no longer by the piercing wind and feel cold, because my mood to overcome the
cold, the snow fell more and more big, from a glimpse of the sky gently drifting down, one after another
Yang, drifting ...... a, a piece of crystal like jade, white and flawless. To the sky
on the fairy sprinkled jade leaves, silver flowers, but also like the heavenly palace sent white angels, is that
like beautiful, selfless earth dressed up as a fairy tale of the white kingdom.
Snowflakes come in a thousand shapes, about 20,000 kinds. Some of them are like hexagons
generally magnificent, some are like naughty little elves, only to your hair, collar
drill. And the grains of snow jumped for joy on the ground, as if showing off themselves, "How pretty
I am!"
White sky, white ground, white dashing snowflakes.
The face of
such a silver world, my heart can not help but rise a few points of pleasure, so with
Treading snow to enjoy the winter state of mind, into this white world.
Snow fell for a long time, until the evening, I looked out the window, the sky is already dark, but
snow still falling, the ground is white, not a little was stepped on, my heart has been
been a question troubled: "Why is the snow so white?" "It's time to go to bed" mom
squealed into my ears, "Oh, got it!" Looking at the still falling
snow, I wondered, what will school be like tomorrow?
It snowed all night. The next morning, looking around, the first thing that caught my eye was
a blanket of white. The first thing that came to mind was a blanket of snow. The heavy snow bent the branches of the trees and covered the roofs with
a layer of quilts. The snowflakes seemed to be a magical magician, giving everything a white
robe. I came to school with an impatient mood, saw the campus after the snow,
it was like a fairy tale school made of snow, students piled up snowmen, snowball fights, everywhere filled with
the shouts of joy.
Houses were draped in white suits, tree branches dressed like beautiful white coral,
The ground was also covered with a long white carpet, so pure, so crystalline, the University
Turned the miles of rivers and mountains into a world of powder. Soon the sun came out, and the snow melted
and melted, so that the houses, the branches of the trees, and the earth, etc., wept sadly, and left tears