Snow description composition 850

1. Lonely composition about snow 850 My world is snowing in winter, and the legendary beautiful snowflakes are flying with open wings in their dreams.

However, it doesn't snow in the south, what's more, I am in the southernmost part. I still long for the next snow, even a small one. As long as it appears in my life, my eyes will become extremely bright.

Because snow is pure, pure, it can give my messy heart a magnificent baptism. Since when do I want to see the snow?

I envy the children in the north. Every day in winter, I can see ordinary snow for them. They stepped on the snow unscrupulously, and the cleaners swept the ground carelessly, accumulating thick snow. If the snow is too thick, it will hinder the traffic.

However, no one knows that snow is the most innocent when angry drivers honk their horns countless times and traffic jams or even paralysis. It is an angel in a white coat sent by nature, so it landed lightly on earth. It is a gift from heaven to the earth, and it is safe to see snow. I know it is a small, simple and naive wish to see the snow, but I still solemnly promise.

A person who has never seen snow may have a deeper desire and piety for snow than a person who has seen snow all year round, because he is more eager and will cherish it more. When spring comes, the snow can't survive.

When it's warm and cold, the day of melting snow must be particularly cold, but the first piece of melting snow reflected by the sun must be beautiful. At this time, I have another wish to watch the melting snow at home.

I will wait for the coming of the next winter, then build a big snowman in the snow in the north, put my eyes and nose on it, and let him guard the winter in the north. Because of snow, the angel who has been living in my heart, I fell in love with winter. A piece of white has become a symbol of winter and a symbol of cleanliness and purity. It will never be naive and impure, and it will fly freely in my world.

I still like all the snow, white and clean, just like the human heart, without pollution. Life is sometimes dirty and impetuous, so learn to be calm and look outside.

I look at the snow that I have never seen before, and I feel extremely at ease and quiet, which naturally gives me the strength to face life. That kind of strength is called courage and confidence, as well as optimism and calmness. When December comes, Santa Claus can't live without snow.

Without snow, Santa Claus cannot show his holiness and dedication. In the cold winter, he is the most trusted courier for children. I agree that people walk to sweep snow, but I don't want people to hate snow. In my heart, snow will always be as sacred as Santa Claus, forming my deep belief, just like my persistent struggle and courage for life.

Snow, piece by piece spell out my fantasy, and I, in situ, waiting for a heavy snow to land in my world.

2. The composition of the fifth grade describing snow is more than 800 words, and the flowers are falling from the air, gently and softly. 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 squeezed out their young heads, and the children on the snow played and frolicked ... The snow-white color appeared in front of my eyes, the snow-white voice echoed in my ears, and the snow-white smell lingered around my nose ... as if everything was stained (white) by snow, 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. Snowflakes falling in succession sometimes collide in the air, forming a wonderful and peculiar rhyme and flowing into our open hearts. ...

Although the falling snow is so erratic and unpredictable, it is 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?

3. I urgently need an 850-word composition on winter snow, which is urgent and original. The winter in the north comes late, dragging a white gauze skirt quietly, giving people a composition that is unprepared for winter: the winter snow is fluttering and the plum fragrance is curling.

When I go to school in the morning, the cold wind blows, which makes people tremble. Even if there is no wind on a sunny day, the weather is dry and cold. If people only stay outdoors for a while, they will be "flushed" with cold.

Hurry home. The winter sun lost its summer temperament and became gentle.

In the morning, when I opened the window, although the wind was cold, there was a ray of sunshine in the east. Spilled into my heart, much warmer.

"Hoo-hoo", the pedestrians in the street quickened their pace, and the branches of the big trees were bare. The pine tree still stands in the snow.

Against the cold north wind, I shook my body and made a shrill roar, as if I were deliberately contemptuous of winter. The scene on campus is also bleak.

There is no vibrant green land, no snow-covered land. The playground is conspicuous khaki and stone gray. Except for some trees that are not afraid of winter, the others are bare.

There is a thick layer of ice in Zhiyuan's pond. In the afternoon, the sun appeared.

The ice gradually melted and floated on the water, showing golden sparks under the irradiation of sunlight. When I got up in the morning, I opened the window. Small snowflakes, one after another, are floating and shining in the air with light steps.

I reached out and held a snowflake in my palm, crystal clear. Before I could see what it looked like, it melted in the blink of an eye. Soon, these naughty little snowflakes fell on my hair, like a black cloth with a few diamonds. The campus is white, and the composition material is "Winter Composition: Winter Snow Flutters, Plum Fragrance Curls" ().

In the yard, the roofs are covered with thick white. In the flower bed, the trees are also covered with a layer of snow white, as if there is white cream in the green candy, which makes people really want to take a bite.

"It's snowing, it's snowing!" The children were very excited and ran out of the classroom, jumping around in the snow and making creaking noises. After a while, cute little footprints were left in the snow.

No matter how cold the snow is, they roll up a snowman and have a snowball fight. The campus in the snow is full of laughter.

Farmers in winter, the fields are covered with snow and full of white. "Xue Rui is a good year."

The farmers are all looking forward to a bumper harvest next year. In the city, the ground is white. Looking down from upstairs, the eaves are shining with silver light, and pear blossoms are in full bloom on the trees.

Wires are like silver strings, alleys become white streams, and roads become long rivers of silver. What a beautiful world of make-up and make-up. I like the purity, tranquility and beauty of winter.

The world composed of powder and jade is like a fairyland falling into dust, which is so different. In winter, there are no gorgeous colors and enchanting scenery, but with a simple attitude, different colorful seasons are interpreted.

Or, winter snow, you make me intoxicated in winter snow, you are white; Winter Snow, you are mysterious: Winter Snow, you are beautiful, too! Looking forward to, looking forward to, winter is coming, the river is frozen, and the earth is frozen. The new bud of spring is the messenger of spring in people's eyes, because it gives people a feeling that the earth is waking up and everything is reviving. The light green in summer makes people fondle it, because it gives people a feeling of vitality. The golden color of autumn makes people yearn for it because it represents the joy of harvest. The flying snow in winter makes people think, because of its purity. Snowflakes in winter are my favorite. I can't say why, perhaps because of my personal hobby, I can't help falling in love with the flowing snow.

The scenery of nature has also changed in winter. Peach trees, apricot trees and plum trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you, all scrambling to put on silvery white snow clothes.

Pine trees and bamboos wear white and green clothes, which are particularly different and unique. Chimonanthus praecox quietly opens in the snow, and how many people can really tell? I can only tell it from its faint fragrance.

At this time, the snow is like pear catkins, window grilles, stars and fairies of various shapes. He is light and soft.

Fall to the ground, as if to spread a thick blanket on the ground; Falling on a tree is like putting silver on a tree; It landed in the car like a fresh cream cake. This beautiful snow scene makes people immerse themselves in fresh air.

Everything is wrapped in silver and beautiful. Snowflakes are flying, like countless broken jade scattered by fairies, and like white flowers scattered by the Virgin among flowers. They are flying and chasing in the air like delicate white chrysanthemums.

On the playground, in the gym ... People can be seen playing with snow everywhere. Standing, sitting, snowball fights in groups of three or five, and snowmen in groups of four or five, it's very lively.

The wind is quiet, Xue Rou, and I will accompany you into a sweet dream. In winter, the face is cold and the chest is hot.

The beauty of spring, the magnificence of summer and the richness of autumn are all hidden in the bottom of winter. When she dedicated all this to mankind, she quietly retired.

Winter! Give for free, don't ask for it, don't praise it, and be indifferent to fame and fortune. Snow, your external elegance and inner nobility, give people endless enjoyment, endless aftertaste and thinking.

Ah, Snow White! You are as white as an angel's wings and as pure as a baby's heart. You are overwhelming and selflessly covering everything; You come quietly, silently gestating spring! You are pure, you are selfless! Pure, pure snowflake! Sincerely praise you! I really want to shout to the world: "I love you!" " Winter snow! " .

4. Write about Melissa Zhou, a lovely little angel, who, I don't know when, has been swaying and quietly coming to the world. With the wishes of farmers and our happiness. It was not until I went to school with my schoolbag on my back and the snow hit my face that I knew, "Oh, it's snowing!" " "

This is the first snow since winter this year. Snow, like small ice hockey balls, was rustled by the whistling north wind and looked straight at the neckline. Oh, it's cold. I quickly put up the collar of my down jacket and skipped to school. The children on the road are not afraid of the cold, and they shouted happily, "It's snowing, it's snowing!" " "It's snowing, and of course the children are happy. After the second class, it snowed again, and the wind hasn't stopped. Snowflakes are as crystal clear as those cut by skilled girls. Snow drifted down with the wind and landed on the lawn, flower bed and roof of the campus, all white and flawless. We couldn't stand the call of snow any longer and hurried downstairs. Just walked out of the corridor, ah, so beautiful! Like catkins, like goose feathers, like pure lilies. I turned my face to the sky, closed my eyes and spun freely ... It snowed.

When I came to the front of the building, the holly beside the school flower bed was covered with thick snow. Naughty, I leaned down and licked a little snowflake with the tip of my tongue. I don't know how, but it's a little sweet. I guess it's snowing in my heart, of course it's sweet in my heart.

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It's really "like a strong wind in spring, which comes at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." There is also a thick layer of snow on the branches of bauhinia in the flower bed. What a campus made of makeup! Walking inside, under the white African-American tree, the students pushed the tree naughtily and drenched with snow. Like a snowman, their hands were red with cold, but their bodies and hearts were warm. It's snowing, and of course our hearts are warm.

Good winter brings good summer. It snowed, covering the winter wheat with a thick layer of snow. It's snowing, and farmers are certainly happy.

Yes, it's snowing, and people are certainly happy.

5. Snowy composition 1000 words People who like snowy days must have a heart that looks holy and quiet.

Nature created this season's elves and snow. Without snow, how can you feel that the village is made of silver and jade, the world is vast and life is profound?

The most beautiful snow is only available after the arrival of winter and before the arrival of spring.

I like snowy days. I have lived in this city for more than ten years. Although my life is humble, I am not inferior. Although I am tired, I don't blame myself. Many times, I want to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city and let my thoughts be silent in a corner of the earth, beside the frozen river, in Yuan Ye like a curtain, and in the chilly cold. Over the years, what has kept a white heart away from the dust of the years?

It's snowing. Snow comes, everything on the earth is still, and people in the snow and trees in the distance form a pure light ink painting, which is also a rare pure beauty without too much rendering. Snow is floating quietly, like a gentle little hand, passing through quiet eyes and sliding into a state of mind like water. Once impatient and impetuous, once irritable and depressed, were gently brushed away by snowflakes. In the snow, life can be so simple and the mood can be so quiet.

The moonlight is faint, passing through the faint clouds and gently sprinkling on the world, just like the memory of a lost time. At this time, the snowflake floated gently, passed through the dead trees, obliquely passed through Wafi, and landed in the childhood village, as quiet as time. Hold your breath and listen attentively, then you will vaguely hear the rhythmic heartbeat of the snow, which is the beat of music, the behavior of * * *, the song of the years, such as the breeze, such as the smoke from the kitchen, such as the long bell, such as the vibration of flowers. A heart is tightening, instinctively resisting the cold, reciting the poem "Like spring breeze, night comes, blowing the petals of ten thousand pear trees", flying the imagination of "opening the door with snow in the morning, and the snow is clear and the clouds are cold", recalling the wonderful time of "Snow is too late for spring, so it flies among the trees in the courtyard". Then, the snowflake stripped my locked soul and gently wiped the rust spots, showing the same color as the village in early spring. Every fall of snow is a gift of life, which makes me find my initial touch and relax my overwhelmed soul.

Snow is an invitation in severe winter and a symbol of poetry. Snow spreads a feeling of post-action in everyone's heart, separating the past from the future; Snowy days herald the end of winter and the arrival of the new year. Snowy days are not only a day for hard-working people to rest, but also a post for thoughtful people to observe their lives. In the snow, enjoy and taste wonderful life fragments and awe-inspiring life stories. The quiet hometown in snowy days and the familiar and distant childhood memories have obviously been replaced by the current noise. You may feel lost in the distant years, but you will become excited about the unknown life tomorrow.

I like snow because I like life. Like the past years, but also look forward to the future years, recalling all the days is actually a kind of heartfelt happiness. Quiet and holy people like the color and meaning of snow. In the quiet and idle night, snowflakes drift across the forehead and cheeks at will, and the majestic momentum immediately makes people feel quiet, ethereal and broad-minded. Standing on the vast land and listening attentively, you will feel a deep love for life, and then all the unhappiness and embarrassment will be irrelevant. ...

Cold snow is coming. In the snow, I think of the small bridge and flowing water in my hometown, simple homesickness, green mountains and green waters, my mother who lives alone, and the years when I laughed and ran. ...

May my life be the same. There are not too many gorgeous spring flowers, too many floating Xia Yun, no noise, no rotating colors, only a quiet and simple white, only a deep and serious life, only a dream, a quiet and indifferent dream like snow.

6. Composition describing scenery and snowy days, subtitled 700 words, Love Snow.

I love the drizzle in spring, the thick green in summer and the fruitful results in autumn, but I love the snow in winter more. Snow is rarely seen in the south, but once it snows, it is more beautiful than a mirage. It snowed last winter-it suddenly darkened and turned black. Oh, this is a short interlude before the snow, and it is also a short opening ceremony! After a while, a small snowflake floated in the air, like a beautiful girl who explored the road for her sisters behind. Sure enough, gradually, gradually, there are more snow fairies. They are crowded, bumping, landing on the roof and on the wall ... more and more, just like women rushing in, I can't see them. After a while, it began to snow, like cotton, more like goose feathers. They are joking, joking, as if they were playing hide-and-seek with someone ... when pedestrians on the road were not paying attention, it fell on your shoulder. When you wipe it off, it becomes an invisible droplet. After a while, the snow turned the earth into silver, which was beautiful, and the farmer's uncle smiled. I walked on the silver carpet, looking at the beautiful scenery and breathing the fresh air. My eyelashes, shoulders and hands are covered with snowflakes. I think they treat me like long-lost friends. People are dressed as snowmen by them, but they never blame them, because classics make us feel the beauty of nature. Suddenly, I was shocked: what world have I come to? Look at the coral branches and the soft snowballs. In this world full of snowflakes, in this beautiful building, in this world of silver snowflakes, I lost my way home. I walked blindly in the natural beauty, rubbing my surprised eyes and leaving a string of silver footprints in the snow. ...

There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. On Sunday afternoon, I got up on time, opened the curtains and found it was snowing heavily outside. Wow! It's snowing I let out a cry and hurried to the window, sat by the window and looked at the beautiful snow. Looking at the beautiful snow scene, I remembered a poem describing snow and couldn't help reciting it. "In a few days, there will be fewer people and birds." Tall buildings are covered with white, and silver scraps are piled on the ground. "

Heavy snow, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, came to a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine trees and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful. The tree has been covered with a layer of white gauze, and the ground looks like a thick white quilt. The earth has become a world of pink jade. Ah! How beautiful! I am intoxicated in this world of white packages! After the snow, I can't wait to run out of the house to see the beautiful snow scene. Stepping on the soft snow, I heard the creaking sound under my feet. I ran to the snowdrift. I picked up a handful of clean snow with my hand, licked it with my tongue and tasted the pure snow. There was a unique fragrance and coldness on my tongue. At this time, I heard the children's hilarious voices in the park across the street. I ran over there. It turned out that they were having a snowball fight and making a snowman in the yard. How lively it is! That intense scene, I really want to join in, suddenly a snowball hit me on the head, and then a child said; "Big brother to have a snowball fight with us, ok? I said; " Ok, no problem. "I think while playing; How can I forget the snow this year?

I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

The frost in the cold winter months completely swallowed the last fallen leaf in autumn and established its own kingdom. Even the blue sky was turned gray by the cold, leaving no other colors. This is inevitably a bit monotonous. It's not easy to have some fun in this boring season!

It seldom snows in the south, and there are almost no traces of it. But I love snow so much that I wish I could touch it with my own hands, even if I just look at it. I often fantasize about how nice it would be to snow! It must be a beautiful scenery, although it is white, even trees, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers. However, its white side can still give people a white and hearty feeling. I really don't know what snow is like! How do you feel? Fantasy,,,,,

Today's physical education class will be buried in that cold and sunless classroom again. Near the senior high school entrance examination, teachers and classmates are as nervous as ants in a hot pan. However, instead of fighting with everyone, I "stole half a day's leisure" in my busy schedule. I sighed with my head in my hands and looked up at the winter scenery outside the window. The line of sight was blocked by a brick wall, and when refracted, I found a picture that looked like a "dead vine old tree".

A bare dead tree has many branches from bottom to top. Without the care of the sun, the dead trees are fragile when the breeze blows. But it is fragile. However, there are several birds on the treetops of each branch. Dead trees are crushed to be happy instead of lamenting and dancing. Maybe this can be equated with Ma Zhiyuan's poems!

Think about it, this winter should be another warm winter this year! Otherwise, how can I see swallows here! They didn't migrate north!

Turn around and look at the teacher. I am busy evaluating the total score of this semester for my classmates. I sighed and looked back at the nature outside the window. Suddenly, I found a window in the sky. Beams of sunshine break the shackles and hit the earth to warm people's hearts. One of them hit me and I stretched out a hand to let the sun touch me. I fully felt the beauty of all this.

I don't know whether the dead tree outside the window is jealous of me or self-pity. It "poops" away all the birds that are comfortable on it. Perhaps the sun heard its request, and in a blink of an eye, the sun came to the dead tree. The dead tree enjoyed more warmth than I did, and returned to the quiet just now, welcoming the favor of birds. Now it is prouder than me! Ha ha! !

Looking at this lovely and exasperating dead tree, I smiled stupidly, and my deskmate looked at me disapprovingly and called me stupid. I ignored it and just smiled again. Ha ha! ! ! !

Although it is not easy to have fun this winter, you can have fun at any time. As long as you observe everywhere, it can be your pleasure. That picture of the dead tree ― how interesting! I think,,, it's like this.

It snowed all night. When I get up in the morning, the goose feather-like snow is still flying all over the sky, and there is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere. The earth, trees and buildings ... are all covered with thick silver suits, just like Snow White's fairy tale world.

These lovely "elves" jumped into the arms of "Mother Earth", some were touched by trees, some were still searching in the air, and some "elves" quietly flew to my window, and I caught them with my little hand. It is so cool and comfortable!

Trees, floors, balconies and flowers are covered with thick snowflakes, just like a warm quilt.

The little snowflake keeps changing direction. Teacher Feng will take them to the East and the West for a while ... to find their mother, and when they are tired, they will rest on their uncle's shoulders. When I ran away from home, I temporarily lived in a house with ancient paintings. The snow stopped when we finally found our home. Grandpa Sun laughed for a long time, and we all went out, making snowmen, having snowball fights and skipping. The whole snow became an ocean of joy.

10. About the composition of snow, the sunset glow of more than 1000 words lazily climbed over the white and smooth skin of the mountain; Warmly shining on this quiet land, the clouds on the horizon drift by, as if following the footsteps of their companions; The blue lake slowly flows, and there are several boats across the lake, vaguely flashing some fishing fires. Maybe when the scenery is too lonely, I will sing, singing with the lake, taking me to recall that unforgettable past, with a little sadness, but when I turned away, I saw the other side of the mountain. That's where the sun rises again. Maybe spring will come tomorrow! The warm sunshine shines on the lake, and the last red leaf in the forest still stands proudly on the branches. The bright red and green colors and uncoordinated colors form a unique winter scene.

Sometimes a gust of wind blows, and branches without leaves rustle, which also makes people feel sad. But look at those branches, new buds have been bred. This is? What's the matter with you? ⒖⒖ ⒖ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘ ⒘? Have you ever been printed with photoresist? Walking in the snow is more interesting.

There is only a trace of wind in the sky, holding the snow like a kite. Looking up, this silk wind dominates the snowflake like a butterfly, falling obliquely, spinning and flying, floating to the ground and falling on pedestrians. Snowflakes, like naughty children, never tire of playing, brush people's hot faces, turn into water droplets and flow onto eyebrows and beards, forming small ice cubes.

Snow falls silently, fluttering. Soon, there will be a thin layer on the ground. When you step on it, it will make cheerful footsteps "cheep, cheep, cheep". With this step, you can spread the wings of imagination as much as possible, pursue your best memories and embrace the happiness in your heart! You might as well take a deep breath. The flowers of My Sweetie will soak in your heart and spleen. You can't help but think of a pure heart. When you wake up in the morning, you will feel that the whole world is so pure and the fog is filled in winter. After the fog cleared, a wonderful scene appeared immediately. The needles of pine trees are covered with thick frost, like white autumn chrysanthemums; The branches of deciduous trees are covered with white snow, just like white jade carved trees; The weeping willows are wrapped in silver, and the bushes are all white coral, which is confusing. There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best.

In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort.

Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful. The snow at dusk, deeply cut, seems to be inextricably linked with emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and there is a sense of * * * like uncovering the head and tail.

Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers who go out to war, covered with silver armor, and like pieces of sailing ... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is only one piece of silver between heaven and earth, as if the whole world is decorated with silver. After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow.

I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul.

Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope. If winter comes, can spring be far behind? With the coming of winter, people put on thick cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold wind and frost.

With the coming of winter, everything has entered a "dead silence" period, leaving people with eyeful fatigue ... That winter, my Clivia was sick as early as two months ago. When winter comes, it loses all its green color and becomes a pile of dead branches.

I'm sorry that months of hard work went up in smoke. In order to reassure myself a little, I didn't throw it away immediately, nor did I take it out of the flowerpot immediately. I just left it as it is.

In this way, I spent the winter of that year in regret. Every time I touch the cold flowerpot, I feel sad and helpless in my heart. Now that I think about it, I can still feel the long winter.

After the spring of the following year, I made up my mind to get rid of the dead branches and make room for planting orchids in flowerpots. So, I dug up the soil with a small shovel and prepared to uproot it.

But at this moment, a miracle appeared. As soon as I put the shovel into the dry thick soil and scraped it twice, I heard a crisp crack, and then I saw the fragments of the ceramic flowerpot scattered all over the floor.

However, when I look carefully, it is the root of Clivia, which seems to have died last winter, wrapped in layers of soil and as thick as a white beard. Instead of necrosis, it became more and more lush and branched again and again. Now, it is so lush that it fills the whole flowerpot, just like a dragon's paw sticking tightly to a porcelain flowerpot. No wonder it breaks at the touch.

Seeing this, I quickly trimmed the messy roots and replanted them in the pot. As a result, a month later, each flowerpot gave off a lovely Clivia bud.

I have to marvel at this scene. In the whole winter brewing, it can grow again and flourish.

I was simply impressed by the miracle of this winter. This admiration is from the heart. From the eyes to the heart, I have to sincerely sigh its tenacious vitality.

Think about it, how stupid I was to give up the chance of a new life in such a hurry in winter. Thick cotton-padded clothes really cut off all the joy and hope brought by new life.

But now I understand that the temporary "dead silence" is to let us appreciate life more truly and appreciate life. In winter, plants can be reborn by longing for spring after the "dead silence" in winter.

What about that guy? Winter can also look forward to spring, and you can get greater new life and hope. We should be awed by the magic of life, so we should show courage and action. Just like Clivia with withered stems and leaves, when spring shines on the earth, you will have the beauty like a Siberian butterfly, and then break the ice to find a brighter and brighter you.

Snow, I love you, love your innocence, yours.