In the early winter sun there is a trace of warmth, snowflakes on time to convey the message of winter.
When it snows, the snowflakes are not big or dense. If you look closely, the small snowflakes are like catkins floating with the wind. As the wind blows harder and harder, the snow gets denser and denser, and the snowflakes get bigger and bigger. It's like weaving a huge white net all over the sky, and you can't see anything from the other side.
The snowflakes in the sky are as white as jade, gathering and scattering, floating gently, like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing like drunkenness; they are like dandelions blowing down, floating like flying; they are more like little white flowers appreciated by angels, pure and elegant. The snowflakes in front of us are as naughty as butterflies, falling under the eaves, on the branches and on the faces of pedestrians. Just for a while, the roofs and roads were covered, the branches were broken, the appearance of various objects was hidden, and the snowflakes were flying all over the sky, which made the heaven and earth melt into a white one.
What beautiful snow! Crystal clear, graceful, attracted countless people to stop to appreciate. Look, a group of innocent children make snowmen and have snowball fights in the snow. The sound of sweet and innocent laughter shakes the snow off the branches.
Snow, like a beautiful movement, affectionate and beautiful poems, brings happiness to children, and also makes us enjoy a "beautiful picture of auspicious snow". Winter impression one winter evening, I, alone, walk in the afterglow of the setting sun. The vast snow on the ground was gilded. Occasionally there are a few pieces of footprints, not on the snow covered with rouge for a long time, then there is no trace. Just feel in front of me is a piece of white paper, stained with a few stains.
"Wow --" a strange sound attracted me. Looking around, it turned out that the snow on the tree was slipping from the branches mischievously. I finally stopped in front of the tree. The leaves have already turned into a few handfuls of thin soil beside the tree, nestling peacefully in the arms of mother earth. Then look at the branches, bare, the original plump body has been bony, only the flakes of snow gently to them covered with a fluffy coat. "Suddenly, like a spring breeze, thousands of pear trees bloom." I can't help chanting Cen Shen's famous sentence. However, at this time, the flowers are no longer snow-white, pure and full of strands of rouge color beautiful red halo, a graceful girl in the cold wind is now in front of us.
The sun glided between her slender arms, the sky was confused, and the red halo disappeared. The whole world seems to have lost its luster, only Xueer is alone in this silent place, silently mourning.
It's getting late. The quiet world seems very quiet. I feel lonely at this time.
A snowflake quietly fell on my shoulder, and then one after another, the winter spirit came to the world. Like someone gave a command, snowflakes dance with the fairy music in winter. "Huhu --" the wind accompanies them; "Shasha --" the leaves standing on the top of the trees applaud for them. Xueer rushed to say hello to me, some of them were more enthusiastic, stayed on me for a long time and didn't want to leave, some of them were naughty, even got into my neckline and "got in touch" with me. A cool feeling suddenly flowed through my whole body. Every cell was tense at that moment. I couldn't help fighting a cold war.
The snowflakes are more and more floating. Is there anyone scattering lots of sugar in the sky? I looked up at the endless snow. Gently hold up a piece of white wings, I ignore the gusts of cold wind, alone to enjoy.
In the face of the gray sky, I suddenly feel very small, just like the falling snowflakes, flying once, brilliant once, there is no way to find. Nevertheless, she also gave her all to the earth, people will forget her, but the earth will always remember, remember that little snowflake.
The sky gradually changed from dark gray to dark blue, so quiet that people were at a loss. I escaped from aimless fantasy, facing the still silent world, I shrugged reluctantly and went back. There is something flowing in my heart, but it is covered by the silent snowflake Winter impression memory, winter is really beautiful, beautiful beyond description. If spring is a gentle little girl, then winter is like a naughty and lovely little boy.
The early winter morning is beautiful. A thin layer of fog floated lightly in the air. The laughter of pedestrians and the sound of car horns are interwoven in this hazy. All this indicates the beginning of a new day. When the less dazzling sun shines on the top of the mountain, the fog slowly opens like a curtain, and the earth gradually appears in the warmth of winter. If you observe carefully, you will find that winter, like summer, is also a changeable season. In the morning, there is still a bit of slanting sunshine. Gradually, snowflakes with silver light will float in the sky. At the beginning, the snowflakes can be counted, vaguely hard to find, as if there was a God in the sky, carelessly scattered a few small pieces of snow. Slowly, the snow turned into flakes, like goose feathers, floating gently and leisurely, like jade leaves and silver flowers scattered by the goddess of heaven. It's really "Yanshan snowflakes are as big as mats, blowing down xuanyuantai one after another."
Gradually the snow stopped and the house began to grow. Trees are shrouded in a white, thousands of miles into a world of silver. Feet on the ground, from time to time issued a "creak" "creak" sound, always left behind a string of beautiful footprints. When the wind blows gently, the snow on the branches will "Susu" to fall, and the jade like snow particles dance in the wind.
After all, the beauty of winter is endless, because it is too beautiful, too beautiful, I love everything in winter. The feeling of winter is different from other seasons, all the breath is full of a unique winter sweet. As long as you feel this lovely season with your heart, in fact, winter is also a warm world. Winter impression memory, winter is really beautiful, beautiful beyond description. If spring is a gentle little girl, then winter is like a naughty and lovely little boy.
The early winter morning is beautiful. A thin layer of fog floated lightly in the air. The laughter of pedestrians and the sound of car horns are interwoven in this hazy. All this indicates the beginning of a new day. When the less dazzling sun shines on the top of the mountain, the fog slowly opens like a curtain, and the earth gradually appears in the warmth of winter. If you observe carefully, you will find that winter, like summer, is also a changeable season. In the morning, there is still a bit of slanting sunshine. Gradually, snowflakes with silver light will float in the sky. At the beginning, the snowflakes can be counted, vaguely hard to find, as if there was a God in the sky, carelessly scattered a few small pieces of snow. Slowly, the snow turned into flakes, like goose feathers, floating gently and leisurely, like jade leaves and silver flowers scattered by the goddess of heaven. It's really "Yanshan snowflakes are as big as mats, blowing down xuanyuantai one after another."
Gradually the snow stopped and the house began to grow. Trees are shrouded in a white, thousands of miles into a world of silver. Feet on the ground, from time to time issued a "creak" "creak" sound, always left behind a string of beautiful footprints. When the wind blows gently, the snow on the branches will "Susu" to fall, and the jade like snow particles dance in the wind.
After all, the beauty of winter is endless, because it is too beautiful, too beautiful, I love everything in winter. The feeling of winter is different from other seasons, all the breath is full of a unique winter sweet. As long as you feel this lovely season with your heart, in fact, winter is also a warm world.