The winter of my hometown came quietly, bringing beautiful things. She has no spring flowers, no summer passion, no autumn harvest. But in winter, silence, quietly brought people bursts of joy.
In the winter of my hometown, the cold wind is howling, the snowflakes are flying and falling down, and the earth becomes a world of makeup. Some snowflakes like brown, they fall on the tiles; some like silver gray, they fall on the earth; some fall on my clothes, they become crystal dew, beautiful! That cluster of snowflakes, seen from a distance is a white world, near to see and become white as jade. As soon as the wind blows, the snow like jade chips is floating again, dancing like a white butterfly. Everything is so fascinating.
In the campus, there were bursts of laughter like silver bells. It turns out that a group of little friends make snowmen on the playground. They are skillful in their movements, and soon they are made into a lovely fat snow doll. But what can I do without a nose? Ah, the clever little boy picked up a piece of wood, which finally solved the problem. They sang around the snowman. Some students are throwing snowballs, in the sky, snowballs crisscross, forming a white ribbon, laughter echoed in the school.
Winter brings us great beauty and endless fun. I love the spotless winter in my hometown. I love the winter in my hometown. Some people like spring, some love autumn, but I appreciate winter, especially the winter in my hometown.
The winter in my hometown is beautiful, the winter in my hometown is charming, and the winter in my hometown is intoxicating.
The winter in the north is too cold to play outdoors; the winter in the south is too warm to see any snowflakes, while the winter in my hometown can not only see the sunshine, but also enjoy the snowscape, which is really better.
In the cold winter, her hometown is like a quiet girl. The Yellow River is her scarf, the mountains are her cotton padded jacket. Sometimes she will wear a white coat. The winter sun in my hometown is not as hot as the tropics, nor as weak, warm and golden as the Arctic. Sometimes, it brings out all its tenderness, like the little spring in March.
The best time is when it snows. Sand, sand, sand, as if tens of millions of pen tips are waving on paper, as if many people are whispering. Push the door to see, small pieces of snowflakes fluttering, can no longer hear the rustle, look up, torn cotton, one after another to you. Slowly and slowly, the snow stopped, and the branches that had fallen off the leaves were covered with long, shiny ice. When the wind blows, the snow falls with the wind. Under the sunshine, colorful flowers are projected.
Well, what's so fragrant? Ah! The cranberries are in bloom. On the hillside, some places are covered with white snow, some places are exposed with grass color, and some places stand with pine trees with snowflake heads.
Ah, I love winter in my hometown! I love my hometown in winter. My hometown is located in Songnen Plain in the north of our country. It is a famous city at home and abroad. It is a beautiful oil city --- Daqing. People who know or have come here will praise it with their thumbs up.
My favorite winter in Daqing is the white world. Snow, like the sugar on the ground, or the feather flying in the air, flutters and falls with the wind. Seen from a distance, it's like covering the ground, the pumping unit and the derrick in the countryside with layers of quilts. Every winter, when there is heavy snow, it is the happiest day for our children. In the square, we make snowmen, fight, roll snowballs, build forts and dig holes, just like happy birds. In winter, there is also a special tourism project - skiing. Winter leisure time can experience the fun of play, skiing, dog pull sledge, carriage and so on, the hospitable Daqing people welcome you! I love winter in my hometown. I love winter in my hometown. It's beautiful. It's cold in my hometown. It's also boundless in my hometown.
Speaking of the winter in my hometown, I can't help mentioning the ice and snow. That ice and snow gives us a special sense of satisfaction. I like the situation when it snows most in winter. Without snow, can it be called winter? When the snow elves come, they fly all over the sky like feathers, falling on trees, houses, vegetable fields, rivers, and everyone's heart: another winter is coming! Less than a meal. There is a layer on the ground. At this time, we will shout happily, rush out of the house, jump and run in the snow, as if this beautiful winter belongs to our children. I make snowmen and fight snowfights with my friends. Although we are small in strength, we still make a lot of snow for a day, but we still play in the snow for a day. When the snow is heavy, I will sit quietly at the windowsill, watching the snow rustle underground, watching the snow slowly decorate the mountains and rivers into silver; sometimes I will walk out of the house, look up and feel the cool and refreshing feeling of the snowflake on my face, stretch out my hands to follow the crystal clear snowflake, and watch her melt slowly in my palm.
The snow in my hometown, that's enough! I love winter, I love her white snow! When the snow stops, it sticks to it thickly. It seems to be a beautiful crystal palace in fairy tales! I love the winter in my hometown. Some people like the spring with flowers, some people love the summer with lush vegetation, some people love the autumn with fruitful fruits, but I enjoy the cold winter, especially the winter in my hometown. The winter in the north is too cold to play outdoors. The winter in the south is too warm to see any snowflakes. The winter in my hometown can not only see the sun, but also enjoy the snow scene. It's really wonderful.
Not to mention the birds in spring, the vitality in summer, or the fruits in autumn. Winter with her icy body and jade soul, pure body and jade soul, the lingering feelings, profound wisdom to the world, to the earth.
The sun in my hometown is neither as hot as the tropics, nor as weak, warm and golden as the Arctic, bringing out all my tenderness.
Snow, the emissary of winter, came to us quietly with light steps. She threw her big white clothes to the sky, and in a flash, large snowflakes floated down from the sky like countless paratroopers, and cotton like snowflakes fell on the shoulders and heads of pedestrians. The snowflakes on the branches are like fluffy silver ribbons.
The best time is when it snows. It snowed at dawn in the second half of the night! Sand, sand, sand, as if many people are whispering. Push the door to see, a piece of snowflakes fluttering in succession can no longer hear the sound of the sand. Look up, torn cotton is floating towards me one after another, the snow stops, the pine and cypress are covered with snowflakes, high willow covered with a layer of frost, as if covered with a white yarn, we are like living in a fairy tale.
Well, what's so fragrant? Ah! It turns out that the wintersweet is blooming. Some parts of the hillside are covered with white snow, some parts are exposed with grass color, and some parts are standing with pine trees with snowflakes on their heads. It's really wonderful that the wintersweet is in full bloom!
This is the winter in our hometown! I love my hometown in winter because my hometown is in the north, so winter comes first and goes last. In the strong autumn wind, you can cut to the pulse of winter. Summer is warm and autumn is cool, which is its unique strength.
The suffocating north wind is colder than the beautiful x, more energetic than the machine, and the north wind is the most diligent cleaner. It willingly sweeps away the dead leaves and branches, leaving everyone in a clean mood.
Snow is crystal clear and pure. Where there is snow, there will be laughter, joy and childlike fun. As long as there is snow, there is no link with sanctity and nobility.
My hometown is in the north, I love my hometown, and I love my hometown more in winter!