Write an article about the winter weather in South China in English (note: it must be unusual weather, with words 100 or so.

Have you ever seen where the first snowflake falls? Is it on a country road, on the branches of an old oak tree, in a wheat field in the plain, or between the peaks of a mountain range?

Watch the snowflakes jump and dance in the rotating wind like flowers. These flowers have six horns. Sometimes they are like stars. Sometimes they are just white dots, and they continue to fall gently in silence.

Unconsciously, fields, houses, trees and the whole earth are covered with a thin layer of snow. I love snow because it is holy and pure.

Winter is different from other seasons because it is not as warm as spring, not as hot as summer, and not as sad as autumn. Snowflake has her own elegance and inspiration. It seems gentle, but it has amazing attraction.

Snowflakes are flying everywhere. It seems that they are small stars in the universe running along their own orbits. Look! What a spotless silver world, how great and magnificent.

Away from the crowd, I walked alone in the snow. Standing in the snow, snowflakes floated over my head, kissed my cheek and landed on my eyebrows. Some go into my collar, and some go into my mouth. It tastes sweet.

Looking at this silvery white world, thoughts come to mind. I feel as if I have become one of them.

Some people say that snow will bring you happiness and happiness. Others think that snow can remove the dust from the world. Others believe that snow can purify a person's soul, while others believe that snow can melt all evil in a pure and sincere way.

Oh, Snow White, you are as pure and white as an angel in heaven. You came silently and generously protected everything in the world. You melt quietly and nourish a green spring.

Oh, Snow, I love you.