Winter Snow's Sun Description Composition

1. Find 500 words about the composition of the sun and snow. Once, my English class and I played digging snow holes in the yard of the community where his family lived. It was fun and fun.

As soon as we saw the heavy snow for several days, we agreed to make things with snow. That day, we both wore thick down jackets and gloves and came to the yard of his community. At that time, there were snowflakes floating in the sky, and the yard of the community was very large. The snow was not as thick as my knees, and there were snowdrifts as high and white as snow-capped mountains. Seeing that scene, my classmates and I are very happy-we can dig snow holes in the big snowdrift.

The yard of the community is very big, and there are many sports equipment in the center. Some children have snowball fights around sports equipment and are close to each other. The courtyard is surrounded by residential buildings, and the doors into the building are tightly closed.

We looked at the white courtyard, discussed it and started our "project". We randomly found a snowdrift, first designed the size of the hole, found the location of the hole, and drew an edge on the snowdrift. Then we picked up a shovel and began to dig, hollowing out the snow in the snowdrift bit by bit. We had a hard time getting the snow out. We were glad to see it dug, so we went in and tried it. As soon as I entered, there was a sudden gust of wind, which was as loud as a lion's bark and blew the hole down at once. When the cave collapsed, the snow buried us all together, making our faces red and painful with cold. We got off the bus, found a solid snowdrift, and made another snow hole according to the original appearance. Drawing lessons from the last time, I'll lie down in the snow cave first and dare to go in if I can't see it collapse.

When I came out, I said, "Go and find some hard snow blocks first."

"What is the use of finding hard snow?" He asked.

I told him: "make a wall and block ourselves in the snow hole." Then, we dug out of the hole with a shovel and dug a passage. "

He understood and said, "Great!"

We got into the hole and moved all the snow into the hole. In more than 30 minutes, we made a snow wall and sealed ourselves in the snow hole. It took more than ten minutes to dig the exit passage and get out of the snow. When we came out, snowflakes were still floating in the sky, and we seemed to have a feeling of victory, as if the world was invincible.

I like heavy snow, because digging snow holes on snowy days is happier than having snowball fights.

I was born in the north, and I know the snow there best.

Although it can't snow several times in a winter, it's all over together. Maybe in the morning after the northwest wind, together, this small world in the ravine will change its face immediately.

Everything in front of us is silvery white, and there are traces of snow everywhere on the ground, in houses, on trees and on mountains. In such a white space, you will have all kinds of reverie, as if snow suddenly came to this world with a certain mission.

Stepping on the soft snow, making a creaking sound, walking deep, the snow didn't reach your knees. The sunshine in winter is not very dazzling, as if it were vaguely covered by a layer of gauze, which makes the fiery red body much lighter.

Looking up, the old tung tree, which was once bare by the north wind, is now full of clusters of silver flowers. Against the brown and black trunk, it looks more pure and flawless.

It was snowing and the sky turned silver. Tall pine trees on both sides of the road, like white pompoms, blend with bare patches of green, adding a bit of fairy tale color to the world.

Looking from a distance, the heavy snow added a big white beard to the "fat" loess high slope, just like a Santa Claus carrying a big bag, smiling at me! Looking further into the distance, the once majestic blue Qinling Mountains have now disappeared without a trace in the boundless sky. In the wheat field, the newly drilled light green wheat seedlings are covered with a thick layer of snowflake quilt.

In the distance, a small hut in a mountain village, covered with snow, looks like a cute little model. The river is not afraid of the cold, and the big stones along the river or in the middle of the river are covered with a layer of snow, which is irregularly distributed on the beach like a cake with cream.

Snow is also children's best friend, making snowmen and having snowball fights. If you want to play a little joke, you will be taken under the tree and gently pick off the branches. Before you know it, the snow on the tree has spread all over you.

The sky is silver, the mountains are silver, the trees are silver, the ground is silver ... I like pure snow, and I like the world after snow in this ravine. It finally snowed today. I was studying at that time and didn't notice what was outside. My mother told me. My mother said, look, it's snowing.

At this time, I immediately put down my pen and went to observe the snow scene. Today's snow is not too heavy. I saw the weather forecast yesterday and said that there will be light snow today. Although it is a light snow, it is beautiful.

At first, snowflakes were faintly visible, and it was difficult to find them, as if there were gods in the sky, and a few finely divided petals were scattered at will. 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.

Snow is as light as smoke, as white as silver, fluttering and falling from the sky. As soon as the snow fell to the ground, it gradually melted and disappeared without a trace.

But it didn't last long. It stopped snowing in less than thirty minutes. I thought, haven't you seen enough? Why did you stop? It was really fast.

December will be the middle of winter. At that time, the heavy snow will be more beautiful and charming like torn cotton wool. 2. There was a snow seed in the snow scene last night. When I opened the door in the morning, I saw snow everywhere, but it was not very thick.

I can vaguely see some big footprints when I come out in the morning, but I'm going to step on them. Wow! The voice is really crisp. At about ten o'clock, there was a gust of wind, which was really biting and it began to snow. Look, countless snow dolls are coming to the world! "One by one, one by one, falling from the sky, sometimes full of enthusiasm, and sometimes high.

The snow doll put a white cotton-padded jacket on Grandpa Tree, and the snow accumulated more and more, bending the branches. The snow doll covered the sleeping wheat with a thick quilt, which reminded me of the proverb "Snow brings good harvest."

What a heavy snow! After a while, thick snow piled up and white everywhere. The roof and treetops are covered with white snow and crystal clear. The snow stopped and the ground was covered with a white carpet.

A group of lively and lovely "little angels"-some children make snowmen, some have snowball fights, and some drill snow holes. Their faces and hands were red with cold, but they had a good time.

I am intoxicated by this snow scene! How to describe the beauty of snow scenery? "It's snowing!" The children reported that snow was good news.

Adults can't help but put down their work and go to the window to enjoy the gift of nature-snow. Especially in the south, the snow scene is difficult to photograph. Many families, regardless of the freezing weather, seized the opportunity of snowing to take a family photo in the snow and leave the snow scene as a souvenir.

The children are busy making snowmen, snowballing and having snowball fights. Obviously, many people like snow.

Compared with the sad mood when people encounter heavy rain, continuous rain, strong wind and scorching sun, the snow scene is refreshing. Because of this, there are also many poems about snow by literati in past dynasties.

Xie Jin Daoyun once wrote in the poem "Ode to Snow": "The difference between sprinkling salt in the air can be simulated, if catkins are due to the wind." Comparing snow to salt in the air, it seems that the wind blows catkins all over the floor.

The poem "How to Deal with Snow in the Garden" between the Tang and Song Dynasties said: "I don't know if it is happy today, but it is suspected that the forest bloomed last night." He said that he didn't know there were snowflakes falling in the yard today. He thought there were flowers on the branches of the yard last night, which is a vivid and appropriate metaphor.

Zhang Songyuan's poem "Snow" wrote: "Yulong lost 3 million, and broken scales flew all over the sky." The jade dragon here describes flying snow, and the broken scales describe snowflakes flying like scales falling one after another.

Huang Yuangeng's poem "Snow" compares snow to jade: "Mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away from jathyapple, and the world is selfless and jade Qian Qian." Tang Li Bai's writing about snow is even more exaggerated. He wrote in "Popular in the North": "Snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as seats and blow down Xuanyuantai."

Xuanyuantai is said to be the place where the Yellow Emperor caught flies. In addition to many poets above, snow is compared to sprinkling salt, catkin, forest flowers, jade dragons, broken bones, jade, mats, and others compare snow to white crane feathers, plum blossoms, white carpets and so on.

When it first snows, the snowflakes are often neither big nor dense, such as catkins that float lightly with the wind. The wind is blowing harder and harder, the snow is getting denser and denser, and the snowflake is getting bigger and bigger, like a white net, and things in the distance can't be seen clearly. Like a continuous curtain, it falls straight to the ground and returns light at the same time.

3. A statement describing the sun after snow 1. After the snow, the earth is wrapped in silver everywhere, becoming a crystal fairy tale.

Rows of trees proudly bloom with silver flowers, shining with purplish light in the sun; Many delicate silver bars hang from the bare branches of catalpa bungeana; The magpies on the branches were intoxicated by the charming snow scene, stopped for a long time, then flew smartly, kicked off a piece of snow, and cried happily. In the yard, a dozen sparrows scampered in the snow for food, and occasionally turned to look at me warily. 2. I don't know when, this pure white ice crystal fell into the sky, and in the dark sky, a quiet and harmonious flying snow was overwhelming.

She danced, turned around and danced in the air like a note. With the graceful dance, the distant mountains and dense fog are slowly outlined, with a long ancient rhyme, like a comfortable pleasure, lingering in the mountains, flying in the air, turning into flying snow all over the sky.

Without thick ink, it is pale, just like a landscape painting full of Chinese classical style, which unfolds before dawn. In winter, the countryside looks a bit shabby because there are no trees, and it looks a bit deserted because few people come out.

At noon, people came out one after another and gathered in a sunny place. People who are looking at the sunshine at the foot of the gables silently cling to this place in a traditional posture, smiling without laughing, speechless.

Some even pulled the brim down to cover the whole face and soon snored like thunder. People can sleep especially in winter, which is a compensation for a year's hard work.

In the morning, often when the sun has risen very high, you will hear the voice of adults calling children to get up for dinner, and sometimes you will hear children crying, which will probably disturb his dream. A passage describing the winter scenery. In the evening, large tracts of snowflakes fall from the dark sky.

At the moment, mountains, rivers, fields and villages are all covered with snow. The heavy snow comes with the cold winter, and the streets seem to be silver, so bright and brilliant. Long icicles hung in front of the eaves like crystal daggers, and the breath of pedestrians turned into white smoke.

6. After a while, the snow stopped. The whole earth seems to be wrapped in a layer of silver gauze, and it seems to be shrouded in a layer of mist.

The pine trees along the road are covered with "crystal chips", emitting dazzling light. If your exclamation disturbs the birds in the branches, "crystal crumbs" will splash like morning mist and blend into the earth silently; If you shake the branches mischievously, "crystal chips" will make a crisp sound of "tinkling" and make you intoxicated.

However, no one can bear to shake the branches, because no one can bear to destroy the flawless "crystal" crafts. 7. You see, the dwarf pine on the mountain is getting darker and darker, and there is a bun of white flowers on the top of the tree, like a Japanese wet nurse.

The top of the mountain is all white, and there is a silver edge on the blue sky. In some places on the hillside, the snow is thick, and in some places, the grass color is still exposed. In this way, one is white and the other is dark yellow, and the mountain is covered with a floral dress with water patterns.

8. Pine trees stand luxuriantly in the snow, swaying with the cold northwest wind, making a shrill roar, as if deliberately despising winter. 9. In winter, although there are no charming flowers and birds in spring, no spectacular lightning and thunder in summer, and no attractive rich fruits in autumn, there are also implicit beauty dedicated to nature.

10. Snowflakes fell on Miss Tree, who seemed to be wearing a white wedding dress. Snowflakes fell on the roof, and the roof seemed to be wearing a white hat.

Snowflakes fall on the earth, and the earth seems to be covered with a snow-white wool blanket. 1 1. The weather is gloomy, and the sky is thick, low and gray-yellow turbid clouds.

The northeast wind roared and ran wildly in the wilderness. It seems to be holding a sword, which can pierce a tight leather coat, not to mention the exposed face, and it is scratched again and again, and the pain is unbearable. I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more.

Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

12. In winter in the countryside, the fields are covered with a thin layer of frost. Through that thin layer of frost, you can see the hard land below, hard and frozen. The newly unearthed wheat seedlings in the field are so timid that the original green leaves have obviously been labeled with their own unique labels in winter, like the frozen face of children in winter.

In winter, the sound in the field is even stronger, which makes people who walk alone feel scared. The trunk has no ground, but it is swaying with the wind, like crying and dancing wildly. 13. Winter is like a fairy tale world, and winter snow is a fairy tale world.

In winter, the weather is cold, and the snow seems to understand something, and immediately puts a thick white quilt on everything in the world. The pine tree put on her new coat and danced in the snow; Grandpa Sun is not so brilliant against the snow, but he has a hazy feeling.

14. In the morning, I was walking on the road. Suddenly, I felt my cheeks cool. Looking up, countless snowflakes the size of rice grains fell one after another, and some hit the roof, rustling a winter symphony. Some hit the branches and turned over naughtily; Some fell to the ground and jumped around happily.

Gradually, these naughty ghosts all slipped away and turned into clear snow water, drilling assiduously into the soil. 15. It was snowing heavily, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, flying, hovering, falling straight and quickly, and laying on the ground.

16. The snow in the evening is deep, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and there is a sense of * * * that uncovers the hidden head and reveals the tail. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers who go out to war, covered with silver armor, and like pieces of sailing ... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is only one piece of silver between heaven and earth, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.

After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow. 17. "Wow, it's beautiful!" Every place is covered with thick snow, and everywhere is white. The roof and treetops are covered with white snow and crystal clear.

Snowflakes fall from the sky, one by one, gently and slowly.

4. The composition "North" describing winter snow is 800 words. winter String moon. Neon. The first snow began to drift away.

Sitting alone behind the curtain of the snow fog, listening to the sound of snow falling. The falling dead leaves were quickly covered with snow, disappeared like a grain of dust and sank with my memory.

It seems that every winter is spent like this, curling up in my warm cabin, lighting a curling lamp, listening to music, drinking steaming tea, reading my favorite books and watching the wind, frost, rain and snow slide past the window year after year. I would like to live in my castle like this and watch the years pass quietly, like water. I don't know if the traces of time are hung on my face and engraved in my heart. I know that one day, my eyes are no longer as clear as snowflakes. After years of heavy snow, will you still remember the woman behind the snow and the heart of the past as snow?

Looking up at the pedestrians on the road, everyone is in a hurry. The solstice of winter has not yet arrived, and the cold at this moment is not biting. I think a person walking on the road, looking at the leaves that will not fall, will make me feel a little sad, feel the warmth of home, and involuntarily speed up my steps. Reminds me of the ancient poem "Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow at night returns to people". Thinking of this, I can't help laughing, not at others, but at myself. Sitting in the room all day thinking, vague, many scenes have never been experienced and will never be realized, but inexplicably familiar and frightened. As if I had wings in my heart, I flew around for me through time and space. It turns out that imagination can be so real or so absurd.

I suddenly remembered an old song many years ago: put away your emotions, leave your memory blank, forget the past you once had, and never say love again ... I like these naive old songs, and all my troubles were solved in a few words. How many words can be realized in the ethereal promise of that year? I don't know and I can't prove it. All I know is that it will never bring the slightest excitement or dizziness, just like fireworks in the night sky. Beauty only belongs to her for a moment, the wind blows away, the prosperity is gone, and everything is empty.

Moonlight and snow shadow rolled into the window, sprinkled on the table by the window, sprinkled on my forehead, and nourished my soul. Fingertips danced again, pouring out her loneliness. This is just a game and a dream. Only the rules of this game are impermanent. This dream can see the other side, but can't swim. This play is wonderful. It should be staged when it should be staged, and it should end when it should be finished. This game is very helpless, from clear to fuzzy, from spring flowers to autumn dew. Like a wisp of wind, a Jing Xue, ups and downs at will, I don't know where to go, I don't know where to go.

"Speak, speak; What's the hurry between going and coming? " Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry" made me sigh. It turns out that everything is doomed to be in a hurry, and I will never catch up with it.

5. Write the composition of winter snow in the north.

winter String moon.

Neon. The first snow began to drift away.

Sitting alone behind the curtain of the snow fog, listening to the sound of snow falling. The falling dead leaves were quickly covered with snow, disappeared like a grain of dust and sank with my memory.

It seems that every winter is spent like this, curling up in my warm cabin, lighting a curling lamp, listening to music, drinking steaming tea, reading my favorite books and watching the wind, frost, rain and snow slide past the window year after year. I would like to live in my castle like this and watch the years pass quietly, like water.

I don't know if the traces of time are hung on my face and engraved in my heart. I know that one day, my eyes are no longer as clear as snowflakes.

After years of heavy snow, will you still remember the woman behind the snow and the heart of the past as snow? Looking up at the pedestrians on the road, everyone is in a hurry.

The solstice of winter has not yet arrived, and the cold at this moment is not biting. I think a person walking on the road, looking at the leaves that will not fall, will make me feel a little sad, feel the warmth of home, and involuntarily speed up my steps. Reminds me of the ancient poem "Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow at night returns to people".

Thinking of this, I can't help laughing, not at others, but at myself. Sitting in the room all day thinking, vague, many scenes have never been experienced and will never be realized, but inexplicably familiar and frightened.

As if I had wings in my heart, I flew around for me through time and space. It turns out that imagination can be so real or so absurd.

I suddenly remembered an old song many years ago: put away your emotions, leave your memory blank, forget the past you once had, and never say love again ... I like these naive old songs, and all my troubles were solved in a few words. How many words can be realized in the ethereal promise of that year? I don't know and I can't prove it.

All I know is that it will never bring the slightest excitement or dizziness, just like fireworks in the night sky. Beauty only belongs to her for a moment, the wind blows away, the prosperity is gone, and everything is empty. Moonlight and snow shadow rolled into the window, sprinkled on the table by the window, sprinkled on my forehead, and nourished my soul.

Fingertips danced again, pouring out her loneliness. This is just a game and a dream. Only the rules of this game are impermanent. This dream can see the other side, but can't swim.

This play is wonderful. It should be staged when it should be staged, and it should end when it should be finished. This game is very helpless, from clear to fuzzy, from spring flowers to autumn dew.

Like a wisp of wind, a Jing Xue, ups and downs at will, I don't know where to go, I don't know where to go. "Speak, speak; What's the hurry between going and coming? " Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry" made me sigh. It turns out that everything is doomed to be in a hurry, and I will never catch up with it.

The snow outside the window has stopped. I stayed where I was, like a butterfly tired of dancing, unable to fly away.

Snow is a kind of thing that can make people feel all kinds of emotions ... When catkins and reeds like snowflakes are falling from the sky outside the window, when the earth is decorated like a white carpet with snowflakes, standing in front of the window and watching them will have many feelings: they make me feel happy, even if I encounter unpleasant things, I will feel relaxed. Snowflakes are white and pure.

They also make the earth very pure and beautiful. I have a feeling that snow not only makes everything pure, but also makes people's hearts as beautiful and pure as it.

At this time, a snowflake touched the window and melted at once. I think the snow may melt soon after it stops.

I really hate melting them. However, the snow will eventually melt.

But its short life can protect plants, moisten and purify the air. I think it is the most selfless, it silently dedicated its own "life."

"Edelweiss, Edelweiss ..." When I watch snowflakes baptize the world, the melody of Edelweiss will reverberate in my mind. The lyrical melody of this song can accurately express the beauty of snow.

I hope snow can really bless our motherland and world peace, as the edelweiss says. I miss these snows because they had a good time.

When the snow stopped, the sun shone on the earth again. A gust of wind blew off the pine snow on the ground and branches, flying in the blue sky, and the sunshine made it more crystal clear.

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. This is the first snow in winter and the first snow in 2005.

At six o'clock in the morning, I just got up and heard my father say it was snowing outside! Hearing this, I quickly ran out of the window and looked, ah! I saw a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth, and snowflakes were falling from the sky, as if a white tent had been pulled up all around, and the earth was immediately wrapped in silver. I can't help but think of a poem, "Like spring breeze, night comes and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". How beautiful! Snow is as white as jade. Is it General Xiaotian sent by the Heavenly Palace or the jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing with ecstasy; Like a dandelion blown off; Like flying; Like a little white flower given by an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering leisurely, gently Ying Ying, is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the earth! I saw the snow in front of me as naughty as a butterfly, falling under the eaves for a while, falling on the branches for a while, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time.

You see, people in the snow, no, are energetic students, chasing, running, jumping and laughing, standing side by side with pine trees. It snowed even harder, and it turned into goose feather snow.

My classmates and I walked out of the classroom and ran to the playground. No matter how cold the weather is and how heavy the snow is, we don't care even if the snow hits our warm faces heavily, because we are so happy and happy! You can have a snowball fight and make a snowman. Snow is the messenger of winter, especially the first snow, which indicates the arrival of winter. I love snowflakes because they are beautiful, pure and selfless, and can bring joy to the earth.

6. Write about snow

Look! Is it a pear flower or a small piece of paper flying in the air? Oh, no, they are sporadic light snow.

Snow is noble, pure, gentle and affectionate in people's minds. It has attracted countless poets and painters to fall for it. In my opinion, it is hypocritical and ugly, and it also has a dark side.

Chu Qing after the snow. The vast land has become a world of powder and jade everywhere.

Pedestrians walk in the snow all over the sky, and the snow and ice begin their own "conspiracy". So, on the road, pedestrians fell down because they were obsessed with this "pure" sacred object. Only then did I know that there was a big trap behind "purity" and "gentleness".

In fact, its solid color is only a superficial phenomenon. Have you ever thought about the world below it? Or the filth of the past!

The world looks beautiful, but in fact its depths are dark caves. Just like the items displayed in the mall, they are dazzling and eye-catching. But peeling off their gorgeous outer packaging, there is so much inside. Don't believe it? You see, one day the ice and snow melted, the lid disappeared, and the world showed its true colors again-dirty and ugly! Snow is just the packaging of the ugly world!

This reminds me of people in the world. These people either package themselves with power or money. On the surface, they look well dressed and honest, but underneath, they may also be filthy. Aren't they the world under the snow?

Lift the veil of hypocrisy and watch the snow fall. Do you think the so-called "pure" things are still so pure and gentle?

Snowflake, a lovely and exquisite packaging box!

7. Composition describing Melissa Zhou dancing between heaven and earth like a goose feather. The whole world is covered with a white coat, and snowflakes fall from the sky. In a short time, the ground, trees and roofs turned white. White snowflakes, like small pieces of paper torn by people, are like the faint shadows of angels in the spring air!

It's snowing Ah! It's snowing. Snow is falling from the sky, the wind is blowing, and snow is flying in the air. It's very beautiful.

Snowflakes fall from the sky, like naughty elves, like a pile of white paper spilled by a winter girl, and like a beautiful badge. Snow, the angel of winter, saw off Sister Qiu and welcomed Miss Winter. It shuttles between heaven and earth, comes and goes, carefree and free. It is white and flawless, and there is always a feeling of purity.

I walked alone on the mountain road, which was paved from the top of the mountain. There is still a lot of snow on the road, like a silver river flowing down from the top of the mountain. There are many big trees on the roadside, and there is snow on the branches, like grandma just steamed a cage of delicious bread and put it on the branches, like a scarf that girls put around the trees in winter, and like a big tree changed into white clothes. Snow, falling from the sky, seems to tell us: winter is coming, I will make a forecast for you! I went to the top of the mountain and looked down, ah! They are all white! It is snow that makes the whole world so white and pure ... I reached out and grabbed a piece of snow, which melted, became transparent and soon disappeared! Just like people's hearts, they are born to be kind and pure. After a few years, they gradually dislike anyone around them. When you grow up, your heart turns black, and people become greedy, and you can't pursue it if you keep pursuing it? Just die alone.

Snow, let me know life, people are fragile and easily infected by the outside world. Snow showed me the pure side of the world. Snow, let me ... I love snow! I love its spirit, its appearance and its heart. May everything in the world be as pure and white as snow!

Flying catkins, it is so pure and flawless, and it is so beautiful and crystal clear.

8. Composition describing snow "Look, it's snowing!" I was attracted to the corridor by the sound and looked out. It was really good. The little snowflake is falling slowly, and my heart can't help but give birth to joy. I hope it can bring us a real heavy snow. Soon, the city was gently covered by this gentle snowflake. Every snowflake gently spirals and falls, becoming a small part of a layer of snow on the earth, and every snowflake merges into a beautiful landscape, making the earth white.

Facing the snow, I want to recite some poems I have learned, but I can't remember them. It seems that what nature has given us cannot be expressed in words. Although I can't say it, I can listen, listen to the sound of snow.

It was snowing heavily, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, flying or hovering, or falling straight and quickly, laying on the ground. At this moment, everything is beautiful, a person is silent, standing at the window, but the laughter of those snowflakes echoes in my ears. I can hear their joy.

Before the snow stopped, the children couldn't help coming out to play and have snowball fights. Although it was still snowing, they had a good time regardless of their parents' opposition, full of childhood joy. Snow lets us roll them into fluffy snowballs and then throw them at each other. Although his body was smashed everywhere, they never complained. Give us happiness is its happiness. It warms our hearts with its unique language, and I can hear the sound.

Snow is a good sign for a good year, and it should be a good sign for a year on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month. Snowflakes fall slowly, accompanied by firecrackers, giving people joy. I like to watch the snow quietly, watch the snow fall quietly, and listen to the faint sound of snow, I will feel very peaceful and happy. I saw a group of children having a snowball fight, dodging left and right on the road. I saw a layer of snow covering the young leaves on the lawn, protecting them. I can hear their voices proud of taking on this important task.

The pure snow on the ground bathed in sunshine and enjoyed the last moment of joy. Are they crying for dying lives? No, they are laughing and proud. They finished their task and spread the joy to the world. They gave their lives and played their strengths. They are great, and I can hear the happiness in their lives.

When it snows again, let's stand by the window and listen to a life legend.