Snow diary

Today is over. I believe everyone has gained a lot on this day. You might as well sit down and keep a diary. But how can I keep a diary to shine? The following is the 10 snow diary I compiled for you. Welcome to share.

Snow Diary 1 Many times, among the four seasons of the year, spring, summer and autumn are more attractive and promising. However, I only love winter, which is clear, quiet and cold. Just because winter breeds young feelings and youthful meditation.

When the cold wind is combined with the drizzle, when the dead leaves and snowflakes are flying, when the cold is gone, when the silver world first appears, I am always too excited to speak.

It's quiet to see the world when it snows. Snowflakes are flying, which makes my beautiful mood. Meditate quietly, associate lightly, and enjoy the comfort and calmness of winter.

When I opened the door of memory, what impressed me the most was the snow I saw for the first time in grade three. It snowed heavily that day. Pieces of flying snowflakes whirl and rustle, tempting our restless hearts. So, we are crazy, crazy, leaving the teacher and running out of the classroom to embrace the silver world. Jump, run, laugh and scream. Laughter and laughter are accompanied by snowflakes flying all over the sky. That laughter, carefree, unfiltered; The play was in high spirits; That scene is beautiful. Then, with a click, the instant laughter became an eternal memory. Look at the photos again, beauty and innocence, thoughts and feelings emerge together, and slowly experience and chew.

I like running in the snow all over the sky, chasing the speed of falling snow, listening to the sound of melting snow and reaching for snowflakes, just for myself. It's too late to look carefully, and the beautiful spirit has disappeared, leaving only wet traces. Looking up again, the surrounding scenery remains the same. Then, I realized more deeply: when we hold hands tightly, there is nothing in it; When we let go. We will have the whole world. To truly achieve this state, we are not only watching the snow, but also watching people alive. The sky is vast and the scenery is infinite.

Snowflakes, falling quietly, melt quietly. When flying all over the sky, it is so beautiful and moving. However, this beauty is so short-lived at the end of winter that everything becomes water. Snowflakes are destined to belong to winter. It has nothing to do with the fragrance of spring, the enthusiasm of summer and the indifference of autumn. When winter comes, she shows beauty; At the end of winter, she disappeared. Like fallen leaves returning to their roots, like geese moving south in the autumn wind, like rivers flowing east, snowflakes are playing their own stories on the stage of the four seasons. Snowflakes are like this, chrysanthemums are like this, plums are like this, and we are more like this. After a lifetime of searching, it is not a dramatic return to the original place. Maybe we haven't thought about what tomorrow will be like, just like snowflakes haven't thought about how winter passed, but just go on according to their own wishes and find their own life.

Snow diary 2 X month x day x week x sunny

It tells you with beautiful dance and cold face that you don't have to wait for the inscription whether you expect it or not, whether you miss it or not.

You forget that it once told you: next time, I will spend this season with you; You forget that it once guarded you: a night wind, waiting for you to wake up; Don't you remember, it once hugged you, bit by bit, and always remembered you, it, the snow that had long been forgotten.

The cold wind of the twelfth lunar month sent it to this long-forgotten town; Do you think of you as a child? Do you think of you who lamented the beautiful scenery when you were young? It came, six years late, and finally came. You forget it, but it remembers you, and it smells you. You are at a loss, your heart is at a loss, your dusty memory is trembling slightly, looking forward to your memory. ...

The catkins flying in the distance took away the sound of autumn; The snow in front of the window left a winter figure; The radian of the corners of the mouth softly tells the joy. Because there is nothing to think about and ask for, there is nothing to avoid. Simple mind and thin back. ...

So crystal clear, like crystal; It's so cold, like ice crystals; The goose feathers all over the sky leave you the cleanest piece; Put this warmth in the palm of your hand, put this snowflake in your eyes and close your eyes to see the world. Very clear, immersive, although bitter, but also happy

It landed quietly when you and I were most absent-minded, without expectation, missing or waiting, so it came; But it left silently when you and I were most absent-minded, without blessing, sadness and silence. It went away like this, and so did Grandpa. Quietly, it took away all my thoughts and tears, doting on Grandpa, and it went away like this. ...

The truth, goodness and beauty of snow are deeply imprinted in my heart and refreshing. ...

Don't wait when you come; You don't need a greeting when you go.

It's snowing, what a heavy snow, so beautiful …

The wind raged, destroying all the tranquility and beauty! The snow danced feebly with the wind, losing its physique, position and mind ... The wind swept the snow all over the sky, whistling, and everything was cold and hard ... Beautiful and melodious light music sounded in the hotel opposite, which was playing every day, and I didn't care much! I feel particularly beautiful today! Don't be boring … don't you think you can remember anything? My eyes feel a little cold ...;

Despite the wild dance of the wind, snowflakes still fall to the ground ... Everything on the earth is covered with silver makeup and snow, and the whole city is decorated with white petals!

Even pedestrians on the road, busy and wrapped like puppets, will become moving snowmen!

The air was biting cold, and the cold crept into my heart … I stood at the door looking at all this with a straight face …

Occasionally, customers come in, I still smile, although this smile is not very beautiful, not so eye-catching, at least it can melt the cold wind and snow outside the door …

Ignore the cold wind outside, stop in front of your eyes, watch the snow all over the sky alone, listen to soothing light music, and have no leisure! Open the memory and look back, life is full of flavor, ups and downs, joys and sorrows. Fortunately, I have stepped on every footprint in this snow!

Snowflakes are still falling … Footprints are gradually blurred until they disappear … Every deep step clearly visible in memory …

It's snowing, snowflakes float in the sky, fall to the ground and stay in my heart …

Early in the morning, my father said, "It's snowing!" I jumped up in surprise. So I quickly got dressed and ran downstairs. Looking around, it is a world of snow. Buildings, cars, trees ... covered with thin snow, as if wearing a white coat. The snow in the sky fell to the ground like raindrops and soon melted, as if playing hide-and-seek with me. On the way to school, pedestrians played umbrellas, and the wipers of the driving cars kept swinging.

I like this snow. It brings me happiness.

It's snowing It's snowing.

The ground, trees, roofs and other delicate places are all white, as if covered with a thick quilt. Early in the morning, people get up at half past six and get busy.

People carry shovels, brooms and other tools to clean the snow. It's getting brighter and brighter, and more and more people are sweeping the snow.

At about seven o'clock, we had breakfast. My father and brother went out to sweep the snow, and the first step left a deep footprint. I took a shovel and cleaned the snow on the road as I walked. My father told me: "This is the first snowstorm in Shanxi for many years. This snow came earlier than before. "

I asked my father, "Why did you come down so early?"

Dad said, "This is because we have polluted the environment, and God is punishing us."

"Oh, I see." In this way, we began to work.

Among the four seasons, I like winter best, because there was snow in winter, but there was no snow last year, which made me sad for a long time.

On Thursday morning, when we were going to physical education class, we suddenly felt cold in our ears. I looked up at the sky. Oh, it is snowing. We raised our hands and shouted ...

Noon ended in our cheers.

In the afternoon, I go to school by bike. In the sky, the cold wind roared and the crystal snowflakes danced with the wind like elves, but the original scenery has changed: all the buildings are covered with a white coat and look very beautiful. Seen from a distance, it looks like a white ocean.

I entered the campus. On campus, many students are having snowball fights and making snowmen, with smiles on their faces. The roads on campus are slippery because of snow, and you will fall down if you are not careful. The trees and grass on campus have been covered with white quilts. Seeing this, I can't help thinking of a proverb, "Cover three quilts in winter and sleep with steamed bread next year."

At this time, an alarm sounded. It turned out that a little girl who looked like a grade 12 slipped. I was just about to help her up. A tall boy helped her up and comforted her: "Little sister, be careful when you walk." Although these words are common, they move me very much.

It's snowing all the time, and the weather is very cold, but I feel very warm, because the scene of helping others makes me very moved, and it also reflects people's helpful character. I like winter very much!

The weather is getting cold. Finally, the last leaf of the old banyan tree by the lake was unwilling to leave. Where will the fallen leaves swaying in the wind wander with migratory birds? I couldn't bear it, and looked up at my tender face and asked heaven. Heaven is speechless. Only a thousand lines of tears.

A few tears fell from the sky, constantly watering the cold heart of the old banyan tree, trying to cheer it up again.

Spring breeze nurtures everything, while snow kills everything. It is not necessarily snow that kills things, but also the wind. It was the wind that blew away its last hope. Nevertheless, it chose to forgive Feng. Because it knows the wind has its own helplessness. Feng was so happy that she invited him to dance. The old banyan tree readily agreed.

It is late at night. At this moment, there are no more stars under the full moon, only the beautiful image of the old banyan tree dancing with the wind. Seeing this, heaven stopped crying and shed snowflakes for them. Crystal snowflakes are falling in the sky, watching the wind dance with the old banyan tree. So he also sent an invitation to Mingyue. When Yue Ming saw the dance of the wind and trees, she had the idea of competition, but she didn't have a partner. Where can I resist the invitation of snowflake at the moment? So it readily agreed to Snowflake's invitation.

Snowflakes and the bright moon are flying in the sky. The lightness of snowflakes and the gentleness of the bright moon make their dance look more beautiful and gorgeous. I don't know how they jumped, but they woke up the sleeping street lamp. Street lamps are lively. Seeing this, where can I sit still? So it woke up the sleeping street and took the initiative to dance with the street.

Jumping, jumping, snowflakes are falling, and they are finally tired! Of course, not all of them fell to the ground, but some fell into the lake. On the calm surface of the lake, the blossoming Xue Huadian did not continue another myth except rippling layer after layer. Of course, some snowflakes are addicted to dancing, get lost in the sky and float away. Where did they land? Left it in the field? Standing on the treetop? Or is it laid on a mountain road that nobody cares about? Who can say for sure? Everything is decided by heaven!

It was dawn, and everything was settled last night. At this time of the earth covered with thick plain clothes, after all, is also afraid of the cold! Nothing else has changed, the lake, the trees and the street lamps. Who else knows what happened last night? I think I might know what happened. Last night, I had a dream that I turned into a small snowflake, flying in the sky. Have you ever seen the snow dance?

It finally snowed.

Snow Diary Chapter 8 "Snow, snow!" Mom walked into the room and shook the snow off her hair, telling us that as soon as my father and I heard the word "snow", we both ran to the window-wow, it really snowed!

I saw the long-awaited snowflake falling from the sky, flying high, like a naughty child, breaking away from his mother's arms and chasing and fighting in mid-air, so cute!

It's snowing harder and harder, and my vision is gradually blurred. These lovely snowflakes fall on my head, shoulders and schoolbag from time to time. Occasionally naughty little snow flowers will get into my neck and get in close contact with me! Cool-"It's so cold!" I can't help shrinking my neck, but I feel unspeakable happiness in my heart!

I held out my little red hand, trying to catch it and taste it in my mouth to see if it was what my classmates said. It is as sweet as ice cream! But the little snowflake seems to be particularly "smart" and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Maybe it's snowflakes. I'm going to eat it, right?

Slowly, the bare branches, the high and low roofs, and the cars shuttling in the street have all changed into new white clothes and become a silver world.

Looking around, the campus has become an ocean of joy, with bursts of laughter. Look: especially on the podium, next to the table tennis table, the students are having snowball fights and chasing each other with great interest. It's too noisy!

Suddenly, I was slapped by Qian Pengfei: "Liu Hengshuo, go play with the snow." At this time, my thoughts were interrupted. So, we started the snow game hand in hand!

Snow Diary 9 Snow is like pure white paratroopers jumping from their "plane"-clouds. Don't mention how happy the "little paratrooper" was when he jumped to the ground.

Although the tree doesn't wear that beautiful green shirt, the silver fur coat in winter is also very beautiful. Mother Earth also got a beautiful silver trench coat. Naughty little snowflakes are piling up. Resist the impulse to play with the snow, thinking: wait for the snow to be thicker, wait for the snow to be thicker. When it is quite thick, it is more cheerful when playing.

When the snow was a little thicker, I rushed downstairs. Ask my sister and Emperor Wu of Song to come down and play in the snow. We didn't make a snowman because the snow didn't accumulate very deep, and besides, we didn't have patience.

Had a snowball fight, aimed at Liu Yu, missed, damn it, missed. Shooting again and again, alas, I must practice shooting more. I threw some snowballs when I wasn't looking, and I flashed.

I smiled, "ha ha! I can't miss it, but I will hide! "

At this point, I was busy hiding, and Emperor Wu of Song was busy throwing snowballs at me. Girls can take advantage of it. The snowballs on the left and right are freezing me to death. Look at the situation of emperor wu of song. Ha, not much better than me! Tired of snowball fights, we started playing ice again.

There is a thick layer of ice on the bamboo beside my house. Carefully and gently peel off the ice and make a disposable ice sword. However, this time we are not playing with bamboo swords. We decided to subvert the classics and play-the little boy selling popsicles.

I found a small bucket and put some "popsicles" in it. The little boy Emperor Wu of Song began to sell popsicles. He found me: "Sister, buy a popsicle."

I am very angry. Older than me, call me big sister. It was clearly because I suggested playing with the little boy who sold popsicles that I got back at me! "Little sister, do you think I am in summer now?"

His eyes clearly blame me, "yes. Shouldn't we eat popsicles in the hot sun? "

I am speechless. I talk too much nonsense. "Oh. You give me a dollar and I eat a piece? "

"no!" Looking at the way Emperor Wu of Song treats his sister, I don't know how to make Emperor Wu of Song.

"Little sister, do you want to eat popsicles?"

"I'm not a little sister!"

"What about auntie?"

Sister Shan was on fire. "Emperor Wu of song! I killed you. "

This pleasant winter passed in this way. ...

Snow Diary 10 Hope! Hope! Finally, I hope it snows.

Early in the morning, as soon as I opened the window, a white and ethereal snowflake outside the window suddenly turned into a goose feather-like snowflake. Roofs, grasslands, roads and fields are covered with thick snow. The original colorful world has turned into pure white wrapped in silver.

I ran down the stairs, rushed out of the door, greeted the crystal snowflake with both hands, embraced the pure world with my body, let the misty snowflake kiss my face unscrupulously, and let the snowflake fall on me. I looked up and saw the snowflake dancing like a beautiful butterfly; It is like a fallen leaf in autumn, floating in the air with the wind; More like the bright petals scattered by the seven fairies, falling from the vast silver-gray sky.

Pedestrians on the road, some with umbrellas and some wearing raincoats, hurried forward like moving "snowmen". The speeding car is wrapped in snow, like white bread and butter. Street trees are covered with thick snow, and the trunk is still so tall and straight, so heroic.

Two dogs are chasing and frolicking in the snow, rolling and biting in the snow, leaving a bunch of plum blossoms in the snow. The children next door made a snowman and had a snowball fight together, carefree and unrestrained, and had a good time!

I appreciate the snow scene, I am immersed in the snow, and I look forward to the next snowy day. . . . . .