The first snow in 20xx came later than usual. The heavy snow came quietly, and the land was vast and white, so beautiful.
The falling snow is light, gentle and romantic. Because of the arrival of snowflakes, the earth has become white and solemn. Perhaps the wind couldn't bear to disturb the tranquility of the snowflake, so it retired. Prose bar original
I walked out of the house on my back and welcomed the beautiful snowflake with open arms. I really wanted to kiss her, but she was too shy to speak, but she melted. I want to hold her in my hand so that she won't be hurt again, but she left silently after a short stay, leaving you with very gentle tears.
God gave the earth a white gift. The white earth is like a blank sheet of paper. You can write the most beautiful words and draw the most beautiful watercolors. Snowflakes all over the sky have swept away all the troubles and sorrows in the world and washed away all your annoyances and regrets. This kind of artistic conception makes you have to rearrange your thoughts and re-examine the whole world.
It is said that plum blossoms are also proud of snow. Looking at the bright color under the snow is the challenge of life to the severe winter. Without the foil of snowflakes, how can plum blossoms be fragrant?
I love snowflakes because of their tenderness and beauty. ......
I like snow because it is as clean as jade, as white as silver, as light as smoke and as soft as willow.
In winter, I went back to my hometown and saw the snow again. Snow falls like jumping notes. Scattered on the wire, the wire turned into music, scattered on the stream, and the stream turned into a piece of music ... I sat by the window and put my ear against the glass, only hearing the rustling sound of snow falling on the ground. After a while, clusters of clouds fell down. Like thousands of butterflies flying in the air. The snow at this time is regular and quiet.
Snow, like a naughty elf. Take a walk here and stroll there. The snow here has become a paradise for the elves. Listen carefully, as if a voice broke the peace of the sky. The snow at this time is joyful and noisy.
Xue is also a magician who can do magic. Sometimes big, sometimes small. Look, the snow is getting heavier again! The sky is white, just like God kicked his white quilt to the world. At this time, the snow is flying and beautiful. Soon, the snow stopped. The ground seems to be covered with a thick white carpet, which is very soft to step on.
This winter, with this beautiful snow, this winter will become better.
Looking at the snowy countryside from a distance is like covering it with a thick white quilt. The mountains in the distance are also white, and the trees in the vicinity are all wrapped in silver, giving off dazzling white light under the sunlight. Every household seems to be wearing a white sun hat on the roof, and some chimneys on Yuheng are still smoking.
Stepping on knee-deep snow, we walked into the market. You see, there is still a red lantern hanging in front of the small courtyard, which is shaken by the wind and covered with a thick piece of snow. To the east of the house is a chicken nest, which is covered with about a foot of snow. The whole chicken coop looks like a big white mushroom, and some chickens are scratching around in the snow in the yard.
Through the village, the hillside in front is a large natural ski resort. The snowy road twists and turns, and people rush down. You can't feel the spectacular and shocking at that time without visiting the scene in person. I was also infected by the air and went on the field with people. I didn't stand firm at first, but I fell upside down, covered in snow, and didn't get up for a long time. I can't show weakness, get up and inherit the slide, and finally I can slide. The feeling of sliding seems to be flying. In this silver world, it seems to be a happy bird.
Snow country, a silver world, brings us endless associations and hobbies. See you next year!
An essay describing snow in 300 words 4 Hope, Hope, Hope ... It finally began to snow. On New Year's Eve, after dinner, my father and I set off firecrackers on the balcony, listening to the sound of "rustling", thinking it was raining, reaching out to pick it up and finding it was a small thing. Father said it was Yukiko, and it was going to snow.
Sure enough, after a while, snowflakes fell in succession, and before long, the ground was covered with white. I was so happy that I thought, "With such heavy snow, we can definitely have a snowball fight and make a snowman tomorrow." The next day, I opened my eyes and saw that the black roof turned into a white roof, the dog with flowers turned into a white dog, and even the firecrackers box was covered with snowflakes ... everywhere was white.
Little friends make snowmen and have snowball fights in the snow ... they have a good time. Seeing that they like themselves so much, the "fairies" in the sky wish to float down. Until now … the snow has stopped, the white dog has become a flower dog, and the white roof has become a black roof … After many years, everything has changed back to its original state. But laughter doesn't stop, it keeps echoing, echoing, echoing … it will never stop.
It was snowing everywhere in our school yesterday afternoon. Snowflakes are flying in the air, as big as the down jackets we wear. Look! Snowflakes are floating in the sky, and the ground is like a big snowfield.
Class is over. They are eager to touch the snow and see how thick it is! At the sight of snow, the students want to have a snowball fight. After a while, the students picked up the snow and threw it at another student. The students picked up the snowball and threw it out. The snowball flew to another student in the air. When I watched the ball fly by, it was like a smoke bomb in the air.
After a while, the students made another snowman, first a head and then a body. I picked up a snowball and rolled it there, and then it got bigger. I watched carefully, and the snowflake touched the snowball, so the snowball rolled bigger and bigger. Finally, we made another body. I first found the thick snowfield, where we buried and buried! Finally, we finished our bodies. Then, put your head on your body, that's all. We're through.
I think it's interesting to snow in winter. I like winter. Because it can bring us happiness.
In the morning, I woke up from my sleep and smelled a fresh smell. Ah, it's snowing. After the alternation of spring and autumn, this is the first snow since winter. It really feels like a long time ago.
At noon, the snow is still falling. Looking at the snowflakes flying all over the sky makes me happy. That's great. It's in the field, and it's white everywhere. The distant mountains have become snow-capped mountains, and the earth is covered with thick white quilts. The pine and cypress faintly visible on the mountain became the ornament of this white world. Looking up at the sky, white flowers are flying, gently kissing your face, and instantly merging with you, which is really comfortable. Looking down at your feet, the spotless white carpet creaked and turned into beautiful music in this quiet Yuan Ye.
The snow stopped in the afternoon, and adults enjoyed the snow while cleaning the house and yard. The square has become a paradise for children, with snowmen, snowballs and cheers everywhere. Snow is a gift from heaven, which brings infinite fun to children. Snow moistens the earth and brings the hope of snow to farmers. Snow refreshes the dust and brings fresh air to human beings.
I love this snow, which symbolizes the purity of children's hearts.
One winter vacation, Xiaoli saw snow at the window and thought, "What a beautiful scenery! Although it was very cold, Xiao Li was attracted by the beautiful scenery.
She hugged her beloved bear and ran out with a pink balloon. He came to the park and sat in a chair to enjoy the beautiful snow scene. Snow like goose feathers falls from the sky.
Snowflakes fall on the roof, like a thick white quilt covering the roof; Snowflakes fall on the branches, like putting a winter coat on the tree; Snowflakes fall to the earth, like putting a thick cotton-padded coat on the earth; Snowflakes also fell on Xiaoli's hair, like putting a white fluffy hat on Xiaoli.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier. Suddenly a north wind blew, and Xiaoli was shivering with cold. But Xiaoli still doesn't want to go home She wants to stay in the park and see this beautiful snow scene! At this time, Xiaoli found a puppy, which seemed to be homeless and fell asleep on the snow. Xiaoli thought: How can it fall asleep on such a cold day? What a pity!
Gradually, it's getting dark, and it's time for Xiaoli to go to bed, so she holds the puppet, the bear, and walks home quickly with the puppy and the balloon. When she got home, Xiaoli brought a lot of food to the puppy and covered it with a quilt.
Xiaoli is so happy today, not only enjoying the beautiful snow scene, but also helping the puppy. After lying in bed for a while, she was invited to sleep by the Duke of Zhou!
Looking forward to the snow for a year, I thought it would end, but she appeared inadvertently, not knowing whether it was happy or sad. Every time I think of snow, I will wander between "like a spring breeze, coming at night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" and "there are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths". The ancients wrote about snow, her heart and her innocence.
Snow is a kind of thing that can produce all kinds of emotions ... When the snow outside the window falls from the sky like catkins and goose feathers, when the earth is decorated with snow like a white carpet, standing in front of the window and looking at them, there will be many feelings: ice soul and snow, floating like a dream, falling into sadness.
When you are quiet, your thoughts are free and willful. Will do endless imagination, but also send out bursts of sadness: perhaps for the vague past, perhaps for the hesitant future. Heart, helpless, displaced. The vast world of mortals, I don't know which side can accommodate the sadness of the servants? Tall buildings, have you ever felt my loneliness and sadness?
At this time, I think snow is using this last time to show all its last beauty, and then it dies silently, becomes water and moistens the earth. Where the wind blows, there is a trace of sadness in the snow, which is the sadness of the snow: the snow dances and flies, the snow is drunk, the ice is flawless, and the spring is empty.