Paragraph describing snow

The best thing about snowing is a little snow. Look, the dwarf pine trees on the mountain are getting darker and darker, with a bun of white flowers on the top of the tree, like a Japanese caregiver. The top of the mountain is all white, giving the blue sky a silver edge. On the hillside, the snow is thicker in some places, and the grass is still exposed in some places; in this way, one part is white and the other is dark yellow, giving the mountains a floral dress with water patterns; look at it, this floral dress It seems to be blown by the wind, making you wish to see a little more beautiful mountain skin. When it was almost sunset, the yellowish sunshine slanted on the mountainside, and the thin snow seemed to be shy suddenly, revealing a little pink. It’s just a light snowfall, Jinan can’t stand heavy snowfall, those hills are so delicate! "Winter in Jinan" by Lao She

This winter is extremely cold, with more than two feet of snow falling. When I woke up in the morning, I couldn't even push the damper open. And large chunks of dark clouds in the sky are stacked together like tiles. The heavy snow continues to fall, and it seems that God is really going to fill the space between heaven and earth. The mountain and the ground were covered with a thick white quilt. The sky and the earth were connected together, and the white sky looked strangely beautiful. Feng Deying's "Bitter Cauliflower"

The white snow is like small silver beads, like light raindrops, like catkins and poplar flowers, and it has hung up a vast white sky curtain for us. Looking up through the sparse snow curtain, the tall buildings in the distance are vague, as if they are in the fog, as if they are in the clouds, and they look particularly beautiful. I stepped on the wet road, and a nagging and proud voice floated in my ears: "Look, I'm here." "Ah, White Snow" by Pan Kaihua

The weather was gloomy, and snowflakes were flying in groups. . The originally desolate winter world was covered with white and soft snow, which seemed to be richer and warmer... At this time, every tree was covered with white snow. It was like "a sudden spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed on the trees." "On". Zong Pu's "Red Beans"

Spring Snow Snowflakes are falling quietly. The flying snowflakes, one after another, are like dandelions all over the sky, and like countless young and indescribable lives, trembling, rising and rippling in the vast night sky. The expression is so happy, and the changes are so magical. Tian Jing seemed to feel that there was a giant white wing covering the earth, and before he knew it, there was a vast expanse of white in front of him. ...The warm spring snow does not have a hint of chill, but the leisurely snowflakes bring a poetic tranquility to this early spring night. Ji Yu's "Snowflakes, Flying Quietly"

In half of the city's smokers, there is still a bit of unmelted spring snow on the uneven roof tiles... and there are also tall people wearing white hats from far and near. The mountains, together with the two tall towers standing protruding from the mountains and rivers, and the rivers flowing back to the east, west and south of Lanxi County, clearly represent this snowy scene in the south of the Yangtze River, which cannot be more luxurious. Yu Dafu's "Escape"

Heavy Snow On this day, it was snowing heavily. I remember that when Ju Ru was here, she loved snow the most. She said that rain can clean the world and snow can purify the world. Indeed, Ruixue in the countryside is beautiful! When the heavy snow was falling, falling silently from the leaden sky, Jueru and I stood side by side in front of the door, our hearts as quiet as the falling snow. Almost at the same time, we thought of Xie Daoyun's famous line "It's not like catkins blowing in the wind". Although it has become a masterpiece praised by thousands of people, I still feel that the comparison is far-fetched. How can catkins be compared with goose feather snow? It is better to use pear blossoms as a metaphor for snow. Maybe all metaphors are lame. Silver like snow is an improvement, but snowflakes like silver is demeaning... I think Jueru's saying that snow can purify the world is very insightful: After the heavy snow, we walked outside the village, and it was all pure white. The crystal light shines, dazzling, and boundless: the yellow-brown roofs, the dilapidated walls, the messy and uneven fields, the dry and naked branches, the tangled haystacks... under a foot of heavy snow Under the cover, it is extremely clean, extremely pure, extremely beautiful, extremely quiet, the sun is shining, the silver light is shining, it is extremely beautiful! Li Ruqing's "Life and Death"

The wind swept the snowflakes violently through the mountains and villages, shaking the trunks of ancient trees, knocking open the doors and windows of other people's houses, and tearing away a lot of thatch from the dilapidated houses. Tear off a large number and throw it into the air, scattering the cold snowflakes into other people's houses, and roaring and roaring with strange noises on the bare treetops, as if everything in the world is docile to it. slaves, it can ravage them and destroy them at will. "Party Membership Registration Form" by Jun Qing

The snowflakes that fell like salt powder in the morning became bigger and bigger, and finally turned into heavy goose feather snow, and Moscow turned into a silvery world. There were several black cars, covered with snowflakes, as if they had become little black beetles stuck in a pile of salt. There are only clusters of small white birch trees. This famous cold-resistant tree is still standing strong. Although it is also wearing a hat of ice and snow, it still does not lose its majestic green color. When the strong wind blows, they sway their bodies, and the snowflakes continue to fall. The ground slid downwards. "Snow and Haze in Europe" by Qin Mu

Early the next morning, snowflakes were floating all over the sky, and the mountains and fields were completely white. The wet-smelling early winter snowflakes accumulated on the trees along the road. In several places, the branches of brittle poplar trees were broken by the weight of the snow. Foraging crows spread their wings and jump between the trees, shaking the snow on the branches. The nearby desolate mountain villages were all buried in the snow, and the distant peaks turned gray in the diffuse snow smoke; even further away, they melted into the misty sky and became misty themselves. "The Golden Ring" by Zhou Libo

The air pressure is getting heavier and heavier, and snow curtains are covered in the mountains and forests.

The surrounding peaks are like icebergs, carved into zigzag shapes on the edge of the black sky. The knee-high layer of snow filled the ravines, covered the ridges, and concealed the trenches, creating a quiet and pleasant picture that was immediately torn apart by the Siberian wind. It roared like a charge, lifted up the snow curtain arrogantly, and flew into the woods and ravines... The polo leaves exhaled miserable screams; leopards and wolves also howled with hunger and cold. "On the Border" by Luo Binji

There was heavy snow falling outside the window, and the snowflakes fluttered toward the window glass like butterflies, bumped against the glass, and then flew away gracefully. (Soviet) Kochetov "The Rubins"

Snowstorm The wind was blowing hard, and the snowflakes were flying in the air like torn cotton wool, falling everywhere without destination. There is a white road at the foot of the left and right walls, which seems to be two wide edges for the cement-filled stone road in the middle. There were pedestrians and a sedan carried by two people on the street. They couldn't fight the wind and snow, and looked cowered. More and more snowflakes fell, filling the sky with white patches, falling in all directions, on umbrellas, on the top of sedan chairs, on the sedan chair bearers' hats, and on the faces of passers-by. The wind played with the umbrella, blowing it in all directions, and once or twice even blew it away from the hands of pedestrians. The wind roared in the air, and the sound was shrill. It mixed with the footsteps on the snow and became a kind of weird music. This music stung the ears of passers-by, as if to warn them: the wind and snow will rule the world for a long time, bright and beautiful The spring will not come back. Ba Jin's "Home"

The wind in the mountain pass roared like a giant dragon, venting its crazy power to everything it could touch. The snowballs smashed down like lumps of ice, making people stagger. . Several tall larch trees swayed their vague branches sadly, as if timidly telling their misfortunes under the force of the wind and snow. "Condensation" by Fang Wei

The sky is gradually getting dark, and the wind is getting tighter and stronger; the dark clouds are pressing harder on the ground, covering the vast fields, roads and villages. The early spring dusk on the plains immediately turned into night. Snow started to fall. First there were small snowflakes, fluttering gently like catkins; then the snowflakes fell bigger and bigger, one after another, the wind twisted the snow, and the clumps were flying one after another. In an instant, the sky and the earth were the same color, and the wind and snow covered the entire wilderness. . ...... Fang Ji's "Discontinuous Stories"

Snowstorm People in Beidahuang call blizzards a big smoke bubble. There is heavy smoke and bubbles on the third day after the snow falls. This is an ironclad rule. When Yan'erpao started, the fierce cold wind whistled sharply, blowing the flat snow on the snowfield into giant dragons, rolling against the snow. The storm was furious, like millions of lions roaring and galloping, rolling hundreds of white dragons into the sky. The whole space was filled with white powder, like smoke or fog, but without the softness of smoke, hitting the face like a needle. tie. In an instant, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the person walking on the opposite side could only see a hazy figure. The blizzard has forged the resolute character of the people of the Northern Wilderness. They are not afraid of the tyrant of winter and brave it to go out into the wilderness, build canals, cut trees, hunt, and break ice to fish. "Snowstorm Sends Me Back to My Hometown" by Ping Qing

The snowstorm that blew in the evening was extremely violent at that time. Winter, which arrives prematurely, almost always begins with an ominous snowstorm. The wind and snow ravaged and ravaged everything on the ground, collecting snowdrifts in the lowlands and licking the last grass stems from the mountains. Dust, as hard as shards of glass, swirled in the wind and snow. The house tilted and groaned under the pressure of the wind. Everything bends, curls up, trembles, screams miserably and polyphonically. (Soviet) Fei Ding's "Extraordinary Summer"

A snowstorm suddenly struck. Gray clouds lay low on the ground, moving and filling the sky. Heavy snow fell one after another. At night, a strong wind blew, and the chimney roared. The wind chased and circled rapidly in the woods, and the snowflakes dodged left and right, whistling shrilly, causing the entire forest to panic. (Su) Ostrovsky's "How Steel Was Tempered"

Snow We ran to the last sea-viewing pavilion. The stone steps there were thickly covered with foamy snow, and the trees in front of the pavilion were heavily covered with snow, with ice cubes forming on the lower layer of the snow. There are several camellias nearby, blooming pink flowers. Some of the flowers have fallen down, half-covered in the snowflakes. The red and white contrast with each other, and the colors are brilliant. It makes us feel gorgeous but not vulgar, clear but not cold, so we recall that "the sky is cold, the green sleeves are thin, and the sun is leaning against the bamboo." The beauty comes. "Snow Scene of the West Lake" by Zhong Jingwen

The layers of pine branches on the surrounding mountains are covered with thick white velvet snow, which is heavy and drooping. From time to time, one or two pieces of palm-sized snow fall silently. piled on the snow. "For Young Readers" by Bing Xin

Snow in the North The snow on the Loess Plateau is extremely beautiful. It looks noble, graceful, magnificent and magnanimous than the snow in the south; the snow in the south makes people feel that winter is really coming, but the snow in the north reminds people of the beautiful spring. Snow is the real winter jasmine on the Loess Plateau. The fields were empty and the snow seemed to have swept away all the excess on the ground. Ridges, ditch dams, ditch edges, towering branches... all the angular places have become extremely smooth and rounded, and are covered with velvet-like hairs, as if the snowfield under the clear sky is not cold, but warm. It always makes me want to put my cheek on it. Zhang Xianliang's "Greening Tree"

Snow in the south of the Yangtze River The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is extremely moist and beautiful; it is the message of youth that is still looming, and it is the skin of a very healthy virgin.

In the snowy fields, there are blood-red camellias, single-petaled plum blossoms with hints of green in the white, and dark yellow bell-shaped wintersweet flowers; there are also cold green weeds under the snow. There were indeed no butterflies; whether bees came to gather nectar from camellias and plum blossoms, I can’t remember exactly. But before my eyes I seemed to see winter flowers blooming in the snowy fields, with many bees flying busily, and I could hear them humming. "Snow" by Lu Xun

I grew up in the North and have always loved snow. The poem that the young man recited fondly, "Because I disliked the poem's solitary spirit, so I leaped into the icy sky," is still fresh in my memory. Lu Xun gave a detailed description of the snow in the north and south of the Yangtze River: "The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is extremely moist and beautiful, but the snowflakes in Shuofang will always be like powder or sand after flying. They will never stick together. Scatter it on the house, on the ground, and on the dry grass.” But I think the snow in the north mentioned here is winter snow. As for the spring snow in the north, I think it is quite like the snow in the south of the Yangtze River! Isn’t that what spring snow happens on the third day of the first lunar month of the lunar calendar? I live in a high-rise building and look out the window. There is a thick layer of snow piled on the balcony railing. It is so moist and melting, bringing fresh news of spring. The sky is clear and clear, and from my window, I can see the green Western Mountains. On this day, the city of Beijing was completely white, with endless rows of snow-covered roofs, black and white, forming a very unique painting, which was very beautiful. "Spring Snow" by Liu Baiyu

Snowflakes Snowflakes like jade butterflies fall on the New Year's Eve night. It dances with the confetti exploded by firecrackers. After a while, the tiles of the houses were whitened, the streets and alleys were whitened, and the small courtyards of farmers' families were also whitened. The old locust tree in front of the window is covered with plain flowers and jade strings, which look like they are made of gleaming silver. At first glance, it looks like a graceful snow fairy, in various poses and looking pretty. "New Year's Eve" by Li Yaokui

Snowflakes are actually water vapor in the air that condenses into ice crystals at temperatures below zero degrees Celsius. People call snow "flower", which is quite scientific. Because the shape of snowflakes is indeed as beautiful as flowers. Under a magnifying glass, you can see that each snowflake is a beautiful pattern: some are crystal flakes, some are like bright white silver needles, some are like a small open fan, and some are like stars in the night sky ...According to statistics, there are more than 10,000 types of snowflake patterns observed now! Although snowflakes come in all shapes and sizes, the basic shape is the same, with hexagonal characteristics. Gao Pian, a famous military commander in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote in his "Poetry on the Snow": "When the six flying flowers come into the house, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into green branches." The six flying flowers refer to the six "petals". snowflake. Sun Shuqing's "Flying Flowers"

The sky became darker and darker, and it actually started snowing in the afternoon. The snowflakes were as big as plum blossoms, flying all over the sky, mixed with mist and busy faces, turning Lu Town into a mess. . Lu Xun's "Blessings"

There is almost no snow here, and there is only a thin layer on the ground. The snow is still falling at the moment. The snowflakes fell with unusual timidity, dry and light, like fluff. A gentle breeze blew the snowflakes from the roadside into the ditch, from the hills into the valley, and to the edge of the forest. (Soviet) Ivan Shamyakin "Snowy Winter"

It started to snow lightly at this time. This kind of snow is often seen when there is no wind. The sparse snowflakes seem to be falling. Meditation - Is it better to fall down, or not to fall down? And it almost stopped in the transparent air, hanging there, as if it had lost its weight in an instant, and then hesitantly fell to the ground, giving up the place it occupied in the air to the equally harsh and equally gentle snowflakes. (Su) Fei Ding's "First Joy"

It was not yet dark, and wet snowflakes began to fall on the wet ground, and everything was silent. At first it was just a few fluffy snowflakes - beautiful, transparent hexagonal crystals flying in the air and slowly falling to the ground. It started to snow heavily later. In the evening, wet snowflakes were flying, covering the sky, hanging on the branches, and sticking thickly to the heads, shoulders and sleeves of the soldiers. (Soviet) Vasily Jukov's "Live Until Dawn"

The snow, mist and snow seemed a little too impatient. They hurriedly tore through the loneliness of the night and stumbled down. In an instant, they were embraced by the earth. Dissolved in the wetness. It has been floating all morning, leaving only a few fragile traces, but it reveals an indomitable stubbornness and is still carried by the wind, turning into snow and mist that fills the sky. "Fire Bearer" by Qi Anqing

At night after the snow stopped, the houses were dressed in pure white, the willow trees turned into bloated silver bars, and the city wall was like a giant snake with a white back, stretching into the distant gray sky. In the mist of dusk. Looking at the Guandi Temple area from afar. It is a green building that cannot be seen clearly; nearby, the uneven ground in Xixiawa has been filled up with snow, turning it into a vast white flat land. Li Yingru's "Wild Fire and Spring Wind Fighting the Ancient City"

Snowflakes, dancing and dancing, are like white crane feathers, decorating the world of thin water and cold mountains. Suddenly, the land is like the silver sea, the mountains are like jade dragons, the tree hangings are like white coral, and the tiles are like scales. You reflect me, and I contrast you. It is really a dazzling jade carving world! "Snowflake Song" by Han Jingting

It snowed heavily all night. The next morning, the sky cleared and the sun came out. Open the door and take a look, oh! What a heavy snow! The mountains, rivers, trees, and houses were all covered with a thick layer of white snow. Looking far into the distance, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers have turned into a world of pink makeup and jade.

Look closely, the trees with all their fallen leaves are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars, and the evergreen pine and cypress trees in winter and summer are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs. A gust of wind blew, the trees swayed gently, and the beautiful silver bars and snowballs fell to the ground. The jade-like snowflakes fluttered in the wind, reflecting colorful rainbows in the early morning sunlight. Jun Qing's "Auspicious Snow Picture"

It has just arrived in early winter, and the elm, willow, and locust trees have not yet fallen leaves, and suddenly there is a heavy snowfall. Snowflakes fell one by one on the trees with dense branches and leaves, gradually forming piles, bending the branches of big trees and the bodies of small trees. In the end, many teacup-sized branches and tree trunks could no longer bear the weight of the snowdrifts, and finally broke one after another. "Wang Jiabin" by Liu Qing

The lawn has actually become as dense as a snowy field. The leafless maples, oaks, and hexagonal maples stretched out their charcoal-like branches toward the gray sky. There is a layer of light blue silver on the snow, and there is a line of small footprints printed on it (must be left by the squirrels who grew chubby in winter), and there are waves of light purple in the dents. . Looking from a distance, it looks like someone has inadvertently dropped strings of frangipani petals. "Cemetery" by Su Wei The sun had just risen, red and big. The new snow covers the world in pure white, outlines the distant mountains into a soft and undulating dazzling curve, and turns all the visible trees into huge or exquisite silver corals. There is still a thin morning mist on the river. The sun was so bright, and the morning mist was soaked like a piece of unfolded transparent red gauze, which was almost still and did not drift away for a long time. The snow radiates with a dazzling glow. The view is absolutely stunning. "Border Village Documentary" by Liang Xiaosheng

What a gentle little snowflake. However, if you look around, you will see what a vast and beautiful world the snowflakes form. The usually dilapidated earthen houses of farmhouses, the fortress walls, fences, and well platforms have all now been transformed into marble structures, turning into beautiful buildings and jade buildings; the clusters of ordinary trees have also become marble structures at this time. Suddenly the bright silver flowers unfolded proudly. Mountains and fields are blended into a pure white body with the heaven and earth, and people's hearts are also condensed with holy and flawless feelings. "Snow Memories" by Wu Jiluo

The dark sky in the snowy field is covered with snow, reflecting the light clouds at dusk. The layers of spring silkworms recede like silkworms peeling off their cocoons, and slowly withdraw from the bright and serious cold light. , in the short woods whispering, passing through the sharp and cruel cold wind. An empty winter field and decaying grass are all buried in the white snow, with a few corners occasionally exposed, swaying with the wind and making a rustling sound in the snow. Looking up and down, light clouds and snow cover appear like a secret confession. Qu Qiubai's "Snow"

The sky is covered with snow, white and foggy, and the sky and the earth are not divided. Heavy snow piled up, the mountains became higher, and the ground became thicker. The densely packed thorn branches on the hillside by the roadside are condensed with white snow catkins, which are as furry as antlers, intertwined and woven into various patterns. The jade trees and silver flowers are as beautiful as picturesque. On the steep cliffs beside the road, there are several tall Tasong trees standing proudly. The branches are covered with snow, and a few hints of green show through the white brocade canopy. They look extremely beautiful in the endless silver world. How much ice, snow and cold have these powerful pine trees experienced? How many wind and frost swords have you tasted? However, it is accustomed to growing up in severe environments. After a period of severe cold, it gains the ability to fight the cold. After experiencing a frost and snow, it gains the joy of fighting frost and snow. Look how tall and majestic it looks in the wind and snow! Like a warrior covered in white armor, he stood upright in the vast expanse of snow. "In the Days of the Decisive Battle" by Liu Ziwei

In winter, on the steep bank along the Don River, there is a prominent hillside that everyone calls "Tooer Cliff". The cold wind in winter blows This hillside dances and roars. The wind blew waves of snow and mist from the bare hills on the top of the mountain, piling up the snow and mist layer by layer. The snowdrifts hanging high on the cliff glistened like sugar when the sun hit them, and turned pink at dusk. Until the thawing warmth gradually melts away the snow below, or until fierce side winds blow the heavy layer of snow, the snowdrifts hang there silently and terrifyingly.

At this time, the snowdrifts always sink, rushing down with a low, soft roar, crushing the low thorn bushes on the road, and breaking the small hawthorn trees that shyly hide on the hillside. , quickly dragging behind him a massive piece of silver snow mist rising into the sky... (Russia) "The Quiet Don" by Sholokhov