It snowed all day and night. Ah! The whole world of snow has become my love.
The next morning, go out to see, the earth is covered in snow, particularly spectacular. Oh, what a world of pink and jade! The sky is flying snowflakes, the ground is soft white carpet. Snowflakes fluttered from the sky, dancing like beautiful butterflies. The sky and the earth are the same color. "Spring trees are blooming like thousands of flowers all night! In the distance, those evergreen pines and cypresses are like pagodas carved with ice and jade.
I stand in the vast sea of snow, in the vast sea of snow, down like snow on my clothes, cheeks, eyebrows Dong Xue is like a makeup artist. After a while, she makes me a lovely snow white. I can't help but stretch out my hands to embrace the beautiful snowflake.
Ah, snowflake! You are as white as an angel's wing, as pure as a baby's heart. You come from all over the world, covering everything unselfishly; you come quietly, quietly pregnant with spring! You are pure, you are selfless! Pure, white snowflakes! I sincerely praise you! It's snowing. It's snowing. It's cloudy for a few days.
Dry land suddenly reflected in the white flocculent flowers, there are always some discordant, some lonely. It seems that a sharp white suddenly appeared on the black painting screen. I call this phenomenon the bewilderment of beauty, because when the snow completely covers everything, the silver world sublimates the beauty, and at the moment, it is confusing people.
That day, it was very small, there was no snow cover. It just slowly fell, slowly into, seems to be some reserved, some timid, some shrunk. Because of this, the snow has an indescribable softness, which makes people feel as if they are listening to the soothing music and strolling leisurely along the Bank of the river.
Looking at the slowly falling snow, my heart seems to be stranded, crisped, and placed on the path in the forest, listening to the insects, listening to the birds, listening to the sound that can not be heard at the moment. -
There are no pedestrians on the road, only the snow is falling, in the partition, repeatedly recounting that section of the warm heart of the past, will wet the ground, and cover up. No purpose of persistence, infiltration.
The withered branches without any embellishment are dyed white, the moss grows and the newly built roof tiles are also dyed white. Only the ground still shows its original color, and those beautiful puzzles are being solved.
Lifting the curtain, the snow from the eaves quickly poured into the whole body, now the snow has a little aggressive momentum, they seem to be from a crying baby to a masculine gentleman, they are separated from the naive beauty, replaced by the mature and steady beauty.
The snow in the corner is very thick, the gray and white plastic bags have been quietly contained, and a dirty and messy corner is decorated with incomparable cleanliness.
I lament how fast they grow, because their footprints are so vivid. I lament the breadth of their hearts, because their actions are so touching.
Towards evening, the snow finally covered the ground. With the white foil, the snow falling in the sky is no longer lonely. Heaven and earth melt together, it seems that everything has become the ornament in the white curtain. In the process of embellishment and being embellished, the beauty of snow is interpreted incisively and vividly.
At the moment, the snow seems to be an old man who knows everything about life. They are still perched on the eaves and trees, guarding the empty street, speechless. Occasionally will also show a little childlike innocence and play with the wind.
I imagine that there are many children with leather gloves and hats on the snow. They have hot air at the tip of their frozen red noses and cracked mouths. They are making snowmen and fighting snow fights. The sound of laughter spreads far away. However, they can only imagine that there is space for them to play under the pressure of snow?
Through the curtain, I can see and know that the night is bright by snow, but I can't see. I don't know if there is still a frozen heart on the other side of the night.
When writing here, I suddenly think of a sentence: "the ice-white thoughts in the blue world weave the future dreams and colorful life". Then, can we also weave the future dream and colorful life in this white world? Snow, snow in the sky during the day, flying, slowly falling, the earth covered with snow-white silver, how beautiful! The mountains are covered with snow, the houses are covered with snow, and the fields are filled with slippery and cold ice. Some people are having snowball fights, skating and making snowmen. I fell carelessly, I fell on a downhill, I slipped down, felt cool and ice, but I was very happy, very happy! The street is covered with snow. Some people fall down, and the little friends get up and do an interesting activity together. There are races, snowball fights, snowman making, skating competitions, etc We seem to have entered a beautiful fairy tale world, I love this snow.
Finally, it snowed. At this time, I was studying and didn't pay attention to the scene outside. My mother told me and said, "look, it's snowing." At this time, I immediately put down the pen in my hand and went to observe the snow scenery. Today's snow is not big. Yesterday, although it was light snow, it was also very beautiful. At the beginning, the snowflakes are indistinct and hard to find, as if there is a God in the sky, carelessly scattered a few broken petals. Ten minutes later, I saw a few pieces of goose feather like snowflakes flying in the snow foam, and then slowly lying on the wet ground. The snow is as light as smoke, as white as silver, fluttering and fluttering, falling from the sky. As soon as the snow fell on the ground, it gradually melted and disappeared. However, the scenery was not long. The snow stopped in less than 30 minutes. I thought to myself, 'I haven't seen enough of it? Why did it stop? It's really fast. " In December is the middle of winter, to that time, the snow is like torn cotton wadding, flying all over the sky, will be more beautiful and charming.
Look, it's snowing I was attracted by the sound. When I looked outside, it was really good. The small snowflakes fell slowly. My heart couldn't help but have a joy. I hope it can bring us a real heavy snow. Soon, the city has been covered by the soft snowflakes. Each snowflake whirled down gently, becoming a small part of a layer of snow on the earth, and each snowflake merged into the beautiful scenery that made the earth snow covered. Facing the snow, I want to recite a few poems I have learned, but I can't remember. It seems that what nature gives us is beyond words. I can't say, but I can listen to the snow. Heavy snow falling, that snowflake dancing in the air, or flying, or hovering, or straight fast falling, lay on the ground, at this moment, everything is beautiful, one is quiet, standing in front of the window, that piece of snowflake laughter rings in my ear. I can hear their joy. Before the snow stopped, the children couldn't help coming out to play. They had snowball fights and snowballs. Although the snowflakes were still falling, they had a good time regardless of their parents' opposition. They were full of the joy of childhood. Let's squeeze them into fluffy snowballs and smash each other. Although his body was smashed into pieces and splashed everywhere, they never complained and gave us happiness, which is its happiness. It gives us the warmth of our hearts with its unique language, which I can hear. Snow is a good omen for a good year. Snowflakes slowly falling, with the sound of firecrackers, give people a happy. I like watching the snow quietly, watching the snow fall quietly, listening to the weak voice of snow, there will be a sense of peace and happiness in my heart. I saw a group of children in snowball fights, dodging left and right on the road. I saw a layer of snow covering the tender leaves on the lawn, protecting them. I can hear the voice of their pride in the task. The pure snow on the ground is bathed in sunshine, enjoying the joy of the last moment. Are they crying for the end of their lives? No, they are laughing, they are proud, they have completed their task and spread the joy to the world. They are great. I can hear the joy of their life. Snow today, the evening sky floating small snowflakes, the small snowflakes like a small salt. It's snowing harder and harder. Look, the snowflakes are flying all over the sky, like countless white butterflies. They are all over the sky and falling down from the sky in all kinds of waves. That scene is like countless small paratroopers falling from the sky. Small snowflakes are small and delicate, crystal clear, floating ah, floating
The next morning I opened the window, ah! Beautiful, white snow, can not see the edge, winter grandfather finally showed its characteristics to us. I was stunned when I got to school. Look! Cotton like pine branches, white with a trace of green. At the end of class, the students are playing, playing, snowball fights and making snowmen on the playground Have a good time. After noon, I came to school in the afternoon. The beautiful scenery in the morning was gone. There were few students on the playground after class. Everyone's face is hung with dissatisfied expression, as if to say: how the snow melts such a piece! Yeah! Too much snow! How I wish for another snow! It's snowing on the tenth day of the lunar new year. It's the only heavy snow we've had in years.
Early in the morning, I was sleeping in the quilt when my father called out, "it's snowing!" "It's snowing!" I don't believe it. I quickly poked out my head to see, "it's really snowing." I cheered.
Large pieces of snowflakes from the silver gray sky floated down leisurely, like a white butterfly dancing in the wind. I took some snowflakes and put them in my hands, as light as smoke and as white as silver. The snow was exquisite. As white as jade, is it a little angel sent by the God, or a jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Light six small snowflakes, one after another, fell to the black earth, snowflakes in my hands gradually turned into water.
The house was covered with a snow-white carpet; the trees were clothed in silver; the earth was clothed in thick cotton padded clothes.
Ah, the snow is beautiful. Goose feather like snow all night, early in the morning can play snowball fights, snowman, so that this year's Spring Festival more meaningful. Guzheng, my good partner in snow
Xia shunyao
I have a zither in my house.
The guzheng is long, with two supports supporting the body of the instrument. There are two patterns on both sides of the body with two lotus flowers on each side. There are 21 yards in the middle of the body supporting the strings obliquely. There are 21 strings. There are five tones in guzheng: 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, and there are three sound regions.
I have been studying guzheng for two years. My songs include Liuyang River, on Jinshan mountain in Beijing, Fengxiang song, fishing boat singing evening, textile busy, Dongting new song. I practice every day and wrap my nails with adhesive tape. It's hard to practice. I play it every day