The foggy weather is really beautiful.

I suddenly found out how beautiful snowflakes are. They have purified the whole world and every corner of our hearts.

Snowflakes are falling gently from the sky. I walked alone outside the house, quietly enjoying the happiness brought by the rare snow scene.

It really snows! The snow god seems to be bidding farewell to the winter that is about to leave, and tears keep flowing out of his eyes. Countless snowflakes in the sky, fluttering with the wind, present various colors, such as gems and diamonds. If you look closely, you will see its white, pure white and wonderful white. It flies in the air like silk, twisting her beautiful hexagonal figure. ...

Snow-white snowflakes fell gently on the grass, as if to put on a snow-white dress for the earth. The grass under the snow struggled to show its young head, and the children in the snow played and roughed up ... Snow-white colors appeared in front of my eyes, snow-white sounds echoed in my ears, and snow-white smells lingered around my nose ... as if everything was stained with snowflakes, as if the whole world had fallen into snow-white silence!

I suddenly found out how beautiful snowflakes are. They have purified the whole world and every corner of our hearts. He fell to the ground silently and gently, and instantly turned into water drops, nourishing the dry land and our hearts, completely opening the door of our hearts and instantly integrating with nature. Falling snowflakes sometimes collide in the air, merge into wonderful and strange rhymes, and flow into our open hearts ... Although falling snowflakes are so erratic and unpredictable, they are real.

The snow is still falling, but at the moment, I feel that he is spreading beautiful snowflakes to the earth. Perhaps my happiness touched the snow god. Gradually, she stopped crying. Snow God seems to understand something-winter has passed, can spring be far behind?

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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 wants me to stay where I am, just like a butterfly tired of dancing and can't fly away. Ask. Anything else? A little less

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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.

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It snowed yesterday. At noon, it was just a thin and almost invisible light snow, and it stopped in a few minutes. In the political class, someone booed that it was snowing outside, and all the students in the class leaned out to see it, shrinking in disappointment, but making fun of the political teacher happily. The political teacher kept quiet and laughed at us, which was very comforting. After school in the afternoon, it began to snow again. This time it was a heavy snow, moving along the track of the wind and getting into the clothes one by one. Tie the scarf tighter so that your hands won't stick out when you put them in your pocket. I'm afraid of cold. Some people say that I am a cold-blooded animal, and my hands are always cold. Actually, I'm just cold.

I like snow, thin and small, cold and slightly sweet. Maybe it's an illusion. Snow should be white and tasteless. Snow always evokes people's fantasies, not to mention what kind of fantasies they are. It's always endless. The grass is covered with white, crystal clear, and some places have yellow grass tips, which are half hung, but not weak. Snow always interests people. Today recess is empty, and there are not many students left in the classroom. They all went out to play in the snow. We who are afraid of the cold lean on the radiator and look at the students who are having fun downstairs. I don't know what kind of idea it is.

When the class was over, everyone came back one after another. The monitor's face and hands were red with cold, and his body was covered with translucent snow foam. Shoot her off and wrap her hands in gloves. How can I put it? I was a little envious, but I didn't want to go down, so I fought with the monitor for a while and returned to my seat.

Finally, I had a good afternoon. I hit a snowball and met qm. After greeting, they had a snowball fight. Although it was only a few minutes, at least they played with snow. There is melting snow everywhere in the yard and school. It is estimated that it will freeze tomorrow, and then it will snow for a while, because it will be very cold tomorrow.