Sentences describing the weather forecast

There is a life where the weather looks like love. This kind of weather is not common, but it may happen when winter comes. The weather forecast tells us that there will be light sleet today. Yes, a little sleet may upset you, but without it, you must feel something is missing this winter, as if winter is not like winter. Therefore, we always miss it when we lose it.

In the second sentence, it is raining in the pale sky, and my mother says that spring has arrived. Rain, like a magician, performed a little magic: it became a snowflake. Snowflakes float leisurely and become water droplets.

The third sentence this morning, something happened that "rain is not rain, and snow is not snow"! The jargon of the weather forecast is "sleet". After the first class, white elves appeared and danced outside. After the snowflakes flying all over the sky fell, the ground did not turn into a vast expanse of white, but into the water below. The ground is wet. It is snowing in the sky, but the ground is wet. How strange!

I stay in front of the TV every day, waiting for the "weather forecast". There is no heavy snow, but there is sleet. I opened the window and looked at the flying snowflakes dotted with dense oblique light rain, which was another interesting turning point. I reached out to pick it up, wondering if the snowflake was hexagonal, but I could only see a tiny raindrop dripping on my palm. As for the snowflake, I don't know where it has gone. I'm a little disappointed. The heavy snow I have been waiting for is just a pile of dreams now.

In a blink of an eye, the rain turned into snow-goose feather snow. Snowflakes are fluttering and free. Snow flies in the air like a beautiful silver butterfly. Little snowflake kissed my face, so cool and comfortable! Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, like smoke and fog, and the whole city is covered in snow. Ah, that snow is the jade scattered by the fairy, that snow is the pure tidbits on the osmanthus tree, that snow is the rouge knocked over by Chang 'e, and that snow is the unique "butterfly" in winter. Snow, I praise you! I praise you!

The sixth sentence began with sleet, and later snowflakes prevailed. Xue Huadian drops down, like a naughty elf, getting into his ear, running into his mouth and sticking to his face. The flowers sprinkled by the snowflake goddess are cool, as if to extend cordial greetings to me. Soon, snowflakes were everywhere, and books were full of trees and houses. Snowflakes are as white as jade, like the golden branches and jade leaves falling from the laurel trees in the Moon Palace, and "sou" turned into beautiful jade butterflies, which suddenly dispersed and gathered, like dancing and drunkenness. Innocence is the masterpiece of the earth.