Write a composition of more than 400 words about the snow scene in Guyuan.

Analysis of the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and large tracts of snowflakes are falling down. That snow was really heavy! Such as goose feathers and cotton wool. The snow was really dense, like a wide snow curtain pulled from the sky to the ground. How beautiful that snowflake is! Like a white butterfly flapping its wings gently, it flew down. The heavy snow in winter has a different taste. Snowflakes like goose feathers are flying all over the sky, as clear as jade, as white as silver, as light as smoke and as soft as catkins, falling from the sky with dense clouds. Trees and houses are all wrapped in silver, and the ground is covered with thick snow, which tightly covers the whole land. Vast snowflakes are flying all over the sky like thousands of white butterflies. It's wonderful! I reached out to pick up the snowflake. I was so happy to see it fall into my hand, but it melted as soon as I pulled it back. Why so shy? The snow is getting bigger and bigger, but the snowflakes are getting smaller and smaller. I saw many small snowflakes whirling and falling, and there was a slight rustle, like countless silkworms eating mulberry leaves. But some little snowflakes don't want to land, they will "hang upside down" for a while, and then go straight into the sky like an airplane. At this time, the snowflakes all over the sky, like catkins in spring, kept flying. Except for the wavy sea water, the whole hill and pine forest have become an infinitely quiet and beautiful silvery white world. On the high and low pine branches, there are large areas of snow. As soon as the sea breeze blows, it quietly falls on the ground or other branches. The wind rolled with goose feathers and heavy snow, overwhelming. The earth has become a silvery white world. Thousands of trees seem to bloom all over the world, and the wheat fields are covered with silver quilts. Looking around, how magnificent the magnificent mountains and rivers are! Snow is like a silver ball, like a raindrop. Like catkins and poplars, they hung a white sky and rain curtain for us. Looking up through the sparse snow curtain, the tall buildings in the distance are vaguely like fog and clouds, which are particularly beautiful. Gradually, Little Snowflake's sisters became more and more. They pushed and shoved, jostled and held hands side by side, as if they were going to the market together and rushing to the earth. Snow girls are playing, playing, joking and making out! They brought happiness and blessings to the world! Crystal clear snowflakes are flying in the sky, streets are covered with snow, houses are covered with snow, and even branches are covered with snow. The whole earth has become a silvery white world. What a beautiful snowflake! At first, it was scattered, small, soft and light, just like a noble white swan flapping its wings gently, and pieces of small feathers fell leisurely; Then the little snowflake becomes bigger, thicker and denser; The snow is getting bigger and bigger. Small snowflakes pull me in mid-air. You hold me and I hold you tight, like countless torn cotton balls falling from the sky. At this time, the whole world becomes fascinated and beautiful. After the snow, the earth was wrapped in silver everywhere and became 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 are intoxicated by the charming snow scene, stop for a long time, then fly smartly, kick off a snowflake, and then sing happily; In the yard, a dozen sparrows scampered in the snow for food, and occasionally turned to look at me warily. In this white snow, children in colorful clothes are having snowball fights, having snowball fights and throwing snowballs. They are running and chasing happily. There was a child holding two hands red with cold and shaking a small pine tree full of snow. Suddenly, snowflakes fall like flour, which makes people feel that it is raining in Mao Mao. I picked up a handful of snow from the ground and kneaded it into a ball. The melted snow dripped on the ground along my fingers. Immediately, there were signs of being soaked in snow. Seeing this scene, I seem to see snow water seeping into the soil, and green crops grow full and strong. Look, there are piles of snow on the branches. Are there only white seabirds in Xisha Islands? Or do naughty children put delicious cotton candy on it? Or which enthusiastic grandmother steamed a few steamed buns and put them on the tip of the grass? Snowflakes are falling slowly, like reeds, like catkins, like light goose feathers, floating endlessly, just like the beautiful silver butterfly dancing in the courtyard, and like a group of little dancers wearing tulle, dancing, spinning and dancing gently in the air with the music from the sky. Such a brisk figure, such an elegant dance, every crystal snowflake is like a soft and melodious light music, as if it were a lively, harmonious and beautiful poem. Oh, magical little snowflake ...?