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On Monday, after a warm spring weekend, the first heavy snow of this winter came. Before waking up in the morning, I heard the sound of dripping water outside the window. At first, I thought it was raining. After getting up, I found a vast expanse of white scenery outside the window. Oh, it's snowing. I remember when I was a child, I always thought that snow would only happen in the winter of 65438+February. With the increase of knowledge, I learned that in the southern hemisphere of the earth, in some countries, winter is in June.

Sitting in the office, snowflakes are flying outside the window, and there is a vast scene in front of you. Snow is pure and elegant. Rotating and sliding charming, addicted to the sky, closely intertwined. Like flowers, woven into dazzling romance.

The season of life rotates in the scenery of the Spring Festival, and snowflakes fall and scatter, as if fate is gathering and fate is dispersing. Write your heart into every snowflake, melt into the earth, be quiet and plain, and float away.

Listening to the snow with your ears, listening to the sound of falling snow, listening to the sound of falling snow on the eaves, listening to the sound of breaking branches with a bang, listening to the squeaking of passers-by on the road and listening to the children playing outside will make your mind calm, your blood fresh and immersed in pleasure.

Listen to the snow with your heart, and you can also hear the wind, which is the dance music of snow, and you can also hear the drifting of dark clouds, the gloomy sky and the gloomy environment; You can hear relatives sitting around the fire, the sound of flames chugging, and the slight sound of turning pages; You can hear the harmony of everything, the bells and drums of the country and the people.

Listening to snow with God is actually melting snow. Just like "Saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies", heaven and man are one. Let go of the four veins, you are the sky, the snow is in your body, and you are in the snow. Snow is me, I am snow, without me, there is no snow. All my snow. A burst of snow is a person's life.

2.20 10 first snow

This is the first snow in winter, and it is also the first snow on 20 10.

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.

3.20 10 first snow

It's the middle of winter now, and it's been nearly half a month since we entered the New Year. The temperature is like riding a roller coaster, and the weather is like "changing face" It's often cloudy and sunny, it's often rainy in winter, and the north wind is howling and raging. It is often dark clouds that roll, but there is no sun, but no snow. I still have an immortal dream in my heart, and I still have a deep desire to use a calm and beautiful _/> Mood, quietly waiting for the arrival of winter guests-snowflakes.

The frequent cold air activities these days lead to the impermanence of climate change. The Meteorological Observatory predicts that there will be a strong cold air heading south in the near future, which will be affected by heavy rain and windy weather in addition to the sudden drop in temperature. If the temperature drops too fast, there will be sleet. Hearing the news that it may snow, I don't have too many surprises, countless hopes and many disappointments. I prayed year after year and failed year after year, so that I could face everything calmly.

1 February 2 1 at noon, a drizzle suddenly floated in the dark sky. Gradually, the winter rain is getting denser and denser, and it is getting bigger and bigger, from a light rain like a silk to a moderate rain like a pearl. By the time I get off work at night, it has turned into a downpour. I put on a poncho and pushed the car into the endless rain curtain woven by heavy rain. The sky seems to be leaking, and it keeps raining. Coupled with the roaring wind as an accomplice, a small thin raincoat can't stop the storm. I rode carefully against the cold rain, and the cold raindrops slowly slipped into the inner layer of the clothes along the gap at the neck, drop by drop, gently slipped through the throat, passed through the warm skin on the chest, and finally slowly penetrated into the underwear, and soon the clothes were wet. The interweaving of cold and heat, the mixing of cool and warm, the combination of ice and warm, a brand-new experience and a different feeling made me shudder involuntarily, and I let go of one hand to grab the neckline in an attempt to stop the rain from invading, but I soon learned that it was futile to do so. Under the action of wind and rain, rain is pervasive and uncontrollable. At this time, because the road was too slippery, the car almost fell, and I immediately gave up the rain.

Rain, continue to rain, the road is full of sewage and water everywhere. It's raining, and underground cars are floating.

I spent nearly 40 minutes and walked for 20 minutes today. When I got home safely, there was no dry place all over my body, and water was dripping from top to bottom. I felt cold to the bone, and when the cold wind blew, I shivered and sneezed. After parking the car, I rushed into the house to pack my clothes and take a shower. The soaking of hot water dispelled the cold accumulated in the body, and the whole body just got a little warm. I was supposed to send my son to cram school tonight, but the weather was so bad that, for the sake of safety, ["safety is more important than everything"] gave up and finally gave in to the arrogance of the wind and rain.

It rained heavily all night and finally stopped crying in the morning of 1 month (Saturday). You can see the sky _/"> I'm in a bad mood, gray and gloomy, with a slight drop in temperature and a chill. The heavy rain predicted by the weather forecast has come true, and the temperature has dropped obviously, but the snow did not arrive as scheduled. In the evening, light rain is flying freely in the sky again.

It's quiet tonight, and there is no sound around. After a busy day, I leaned against the soft bed, holding my favorite book and reading it carefully. In the dead of night, it has become a habit to serve tea in one hand and read carefully with a piece of paper in the other. Only at this time can we stay away from noise and impetuousness, get rid of trivial matters, concentrate on enjoying our favorite words, indulge in the ocean of literature and the profound charm of Chinese language.

Immersed in the wonderful world, I suddenly heard a strange sound outside the window, so slight and so soft. Although I was silent and tiptoed, I still felt it. My heart is beating fast, and I have a strong feeling that my dream will come true! I can't help thinking of that snowy night in my hometown. Every time before it snows, the dark clouds are always low, the sky is gloomy, and everything becomes silent, which is suffocating. At this time, the most unforgettable thing is the warm bed. People who have worked hard all day lie in bed early and sleep peacefully in silence.

I straightened up and tried to look out through the gap in the curtain. It's dark outside the window, and I can't see anything. It seems that there are a lot of small white spots flashing faintly. I am ecstatic. Look at the clock This is the morning of January. At this moment, Nanjing ushered in the first snow flower in 2008. I didn't get up because I was afraid of the cold. Stay in bed and watch the snow drift and listen to it fall.

The snow came late, it was not easy, and it even dragged on. Looking forward to half a winter, the sleet will come naturally after two days. A clever snowflake finally floated in the sky. At first, the petals were very small, and gradually, the snow fell harder and harder. The scattered snow spots turned into flying snowflakes, and the earth was instantly wrapped in silver. Crystal snowflakes danced against the cold wind-the goddess scattered flowers, and in an instant, Nanjing was covered with silver. The long-lost snow is expanding its power in the whole city, and a classic scene-Swan Lake is being staged. Snow-covered, well-proportioned trees and creaking roads have completely turned Nanjing into another world. Rain and snow washed away the floating dust and haze in the air. The dusty weather plagued by smog was suddenly expelled and replaced by clear skies in Wan Li.

Due to the high surface temperature, snowflakes fall to the ground and instantly melt into ice water. Only the roofs, treetops and shady places were covered with a thick layer of snow. On Sunday morning, I took my camera and carried snowflakes, and ran to a secluded place with my lover to grab the snow scene. There is a low-lying land in the provincial party Committee compound, and there is a garage underground. On the top of the garage, there are dense orange forests, which are quiet and little known. My wife and I walked slowly through the Woods and bushes, stepping on fallen leaves covered with snow, dragging branches and carefully walking along the steep slope to the basin. When you reach the bottom, stand still and look around. Smooth snow is like a soft natural carpet, which makes people want to lie down. Dark green orange branches are wearing beautiful snow hats, which are more and more energetic against the snow, and the distant scenery is shrouded in white.

On snowy days, the happiest things belong to children. Bobo shouted excitedly with his friends on the empty snowfield, and the echo hovered in the sky. They ran back and forth in the snow, chasing each other, leaving a series of crooked footprints. Children sometimes make snowmen, sometimes have snowball fights, and sometimes play hide-and-seek, having fun, and rolling snowballs shuttled back and forth overhead. The children's little faces and hands are red with cold, but they completely ignore them and play selflessly; Children's clothes and heads are covered with snow, and they become lifelike snowmen, but they know nothing about it and enjoy themselves!

Looking at the frolicking children, my thoughts drifted back to my hometown unconsciously, flew to the endless snow-covered fields in my hometown, came to the quadrangle that was familiar with my hometown, and came to the old house that witnessed my vicissitudes of life. From Bobo, who was rolling in the snow, I saw the imitation of * * * when I was a child and recalled that carefree and unforgettable childhood. Looking at the snow like sugar and the snowflake jumping like a silver butterfly, I couldn't help bending down and holding a handful in my hand to study it carefully. The cold snow melted bit by bit in the hot hands, and finally only a few drops of water rolled in my hands. I don't care about the cold, so I made a snowman. I was having a good time, and I was having a good time. Suddenly I heard my lover calling me. I looked up and agreed, "click", leaving a smiling image: I was squatting in the snow, holding a snowman in my hands.

The snow in the south is wet, not as dry as that in the north, and it lasts for a short time. It snows here and melts there. Looking at the long-lost snow, looking at the thick snow, regardless of whether the clothes will be wet or not, I gently lay on the snow, reliving the happiness of my childhood and had an addiction.

I walked back and forth, the flash kept flashing and the shutter kept pressing. I used a digital camera to freeze the snow scenes one by one, turning the wonderful moments into eternity and collecting them as precious memories forever.

Every winter, I miss the snow in my hometown very much, and I have a deep love and complex for snow. When I was a child, I liked snowy days best, because in the world of ice and snow, I could enjoy playing snow and skating, and I could get in touch with snow at zero distance. At that time, I was dismissive of other people's roads. I liked to walk in snowy places on purpose and wet my snowshoes. I fell down on purpose, took the opportunity to roll in the snow, and got up covered in snow with a smile. In winter in the north, although it is freezing outside, it is warm as spring indoors. Every time my mother is at home, we can eat brown steamed bread slices and peanuts, melon seeds and sweet potatoes with attractive fragrance as soon as we get home from school. Mother will lovingly pat off the snowflakes on our clothes, urge us to take off our wet shoes and put them on the fire of Wangwang to dry, then serve steaming and delicious meals and watch us devour them. In the evening, we will sit around the warm stove, read newspapers and extracurricular books with my father, and listen to some interesting stories from my father. Snowflakes carry my nostalgia for my hometown and my loved ones. The snow-covered northland is my eternal concern.

With global warming, the winters in the north and south are getting warmer and warmer, and the snow is getting scarcer and scarcer. It is difficult to find traces of snow in the north, let alone the warm south of the Yangtze River. It has not snowed in Nanjing for two years. It has been a cold winter rain since the beginning of winter. Although the snow I am looking forward to now is not as charming, natural, elegant, flawless and hearty as the snow in my hometown, my wish has finally come to an end and I am very satisfied. For such a city, it is very good to have such a snow in the face of the general trend of warm winter. I don't know whether the snowflake will gradually disappear from this earth, and I can't predict whether I can enjoy the tempting snow dance again in the future, but I know that the snowflake will never disappear from my memory, because it exists in my heart and in my mind.