Rain and snow weather statement

1. It was sleet at first, but then snowflakes prevailed. Xue Huadian drops down like a naughty elf. They get into my ears, run into my mouth and stick to my face. That snowflake, like a flower sprinkled by the goddess, is cool and refreshing, as if giving me a cordial greeting. Soon, unstoppable. The house is white, the ground is covered with snow, and the snow is still falling. Snowflakes are as white as jade, like golden branches and jade leaves falling from laurel trees in the moon palace, and suddenly they turn into beautiful jade butterflies, scattered and gathered, dancing like drunkenness. It is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the earth.

It is sleet today, which proves that the air is cold enough to snow. I hope it will be colder, and the next snow will be transparent. Then it can be a link to take me back and turn my heart into a new snow in my hometown after a long separation! Awkward flight!

3. Rain, small, intermittent, tight and slow, day after day. The weather in early winter began to look like early winter when I came home. The wheels ran over the fallen leaves on the ground and the lights in the rain, constantly paving the circle into a straight line and an arc, overlapping, separating, separating and overlapping with the imaginary white line on the road. Car after car, passing by, relaxed, sheltered from rain and water. The figure is confused, limited to the big turntable in the middle of the street, and the zebra crossing in front of the traffic lights. The noise has been drowned. The raincoat floated, a rain line was picked up, and a slight salad sound quietly touched my face: Is it snowing? Look again, there are no snowflakes, only ice arrows, but they are bent, entangled and wrapped by rain lines, and they are busy.

In the early winter in northern Xinjiang, the weather changes like a wayward child. When you get better, you laugh and get angry every day, and you can't coax them for a while. When the growers have dried all the crops, the time has entered the month, and the sky is always gloomy. It will sleet today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. In the early winter of northern Xinjiang, it is experiencing a cold current where cold and warm air meet. It is biting the bone and penetrating the heart to the land of northern Xinjiang.

Tick-tock, it is raindrops, fluttering, snowflakes, rain with snow, snow with rain, what a beautiful sleet. You see, the snow came from the northwest, like a white horse, forming a windy square, which stung my eyelashes. What a beautiful snowflake, like a lover's white robe, falls all over my body. I cried and laughed. What beautiful snow! How beautiful the snow is, my eyes are full of tears when I face the direction where you came. I want to sing your poem, and you melt on my lips.