Ye Shengtao's Prose Snowflakes: The Prose on Snowflakes

It is not surprising that catkin-like snow, reed-like snow and light smoke-like snow are flowing, chasing and coming spotless. The following is my essay about snowflakes for everyone to enjoy.

Snowflake Prose: Snowflakes in the Sun

The sun is shining on the huge stage. From the sky above, white elves danced in the golden river line. If you spread out your hands, you can catch a refreshing snowflake, perch gently in your palm, turn it into a tear under your warm care, and wash your equally rhythmic and desolate heart.

Sunlight and snowflakes, like ice and fire, have their own stage. Once we meet unexpectedly, Snowflake will hold her crystal clear heart, shyly face the light, be happy or sad, no longer care who is the protagonist and the guest, but only show her true feelings with the beautiful dance like a butterfly.

Snowflakes in the sun, life is short. Tears quickly evaporated and dispersed with a burst of water vapor. Through the clouds, my years will always be blown away by the wind in the depths of my years. When I gently touch the tears left by snowflakes, I can touch a piece of pure white. In the sound of the flowing waves of time, there is a beautiful chord that I smile to clear your sorrow: Where are you from, my friend, like a butterfly flying into my window.

Many years later at night, I am old, and the years are old. I am attached to the memories of the past with the years. Will you and my beautiful past condense into snowflakes that come quietly and suddenly disappear, and melt gently in the sun? Is it also like my midnight dream, thinking of your loneliness, there is always a trace of pain, floating with the coolness of the night? And I can only sink into a sigh in the form of words, which I can't tell or escape. Just, just, I always want to ask the voluminous snowflake: That is, I refuse to walk with me, why have I lost my sight?

Snowflakes in the sun left a thousand-year-old sigh, as well as that beautiful dance. No one applauded and came in a hurry, and no one was there.

Snowflake Prose: Snowflake Life

Snowflakes as big as goose feathers are dancing wildly outside the window, relying on the unique cold air in the north. This weather has been going on for 13 days. When it snowed for the first time, he was so excited that he ran in the snow in a thin coat, completely ignoring the surprised eyes from passers-by. Occasionally, he stopped, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, photographed this rare snow scene and sent it to friends and relatives in the south. However, at the moment, his mood is heavy. He came out of the study room alone with his schoolbag on his back and walked on his way back to bed.

He pushed open the door, and a hot air came over his face, covering his glasses with a thick layer? Frost? Take off your glasses and take out a pack of paper towels from under your pillow to wipe them clean.

At the moment, a roommate is absorbed in sitting in front of the computer playing online games. When he heard the door open, he said, Come back, good boy.

He put on his glasses again, put down the schoolbag on his back and threw it on the bed. He replied, well, why does it keep snowing outside? Am I destined to spend these four years in this long winter? Or the weather is fine and sunny in our south. ?

A roommate sitting on a bed and lying on a small table doesn't know what to write. Hey hey, you don't understand. The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.

The other is leaning against the folded quilt, playing with his mobile phone with both hands, and his eyes are too late to swim. Although there is no such cold weather in your south, it is very hot in summer in the south. Is there such a spectacular snow scene in the south? You were so excited when it first snowed. ?

He argued with his back against the cold iron bed frame and his hands in his pockets. Yes, I was very excited for the first time, but the long cold weather has cooled my heart. It is the third time that I have slipped in the snow. ?

What are you arguing about? How can this world be full of beautiful things without any beautiful things? Bad things? ! Don't complain here, be a pragmatic person and believe that the future is bright! ? The boss of the bedroom said that and put his head into the bed again.

After listening, he also went to bed, put on headphones and leaned against the pillow, quietly listening to "The First Dream".

Everything fell silent again. Snowflakes as white as goose feathers kept falling outside the window, and occasionally a few lucky snowflakes were blown by the wind and danced again.

Snowflake Prose: Snowflake Rest in Peace

When the snow falls, it means that winter has come. When I heard my friend say that the snow was too heavy, I was curious and always wanted to find out.

On the eve of the Spring Festival this year, I went back to my hometown in advance, and made an appointment with a group of caring volunteers to go to Snowflakes to keep warm. By the way, I gave up my wish. However, the weather is not beautiful, and the snow is really floating. We drove for an hour and came to a place called Fenshui 'ao, which is located at the junction of Dagu, maoping town, Chengbu, Hunan and Xuehua Village, Weixi Township. My idea of exploring the mystery of snowflakes was dashed because the ground was frozen and cars could not pass. While leaving some regrets, I enjoyed the beautiful ice sculptures that only Harbin in the north can see, and I was excited.

During the Spring Festival, on the third day of New Year's Eve, I made an appointment with my friends to go to my friend's house in Xuehua Village again. The long-lost Sun smiled. We walked along the Panshan Highway and enjoyed the scenery along the way. The car is also full of songs and laughter, and the green hills and dew on both sides and the refreshing fresh air are coming. Take a deep breath, feel cool and get in touch with natural oxygen.

After an hour of bumps, we arrived at Xuehua Village. Warm and hospitable friends Zhou and Dai Xundian are already waiting by the roadside. When they got off the bus, their friends asked: Why can't we see snowflakes in Snowflake Village? Can you tell me the reason why it was named Snowflake Village?

When we entered the village, the hospitable villagers immediately surrounded us. The explanation of a 70-year-old grandfather unveiled the confusion in our hearts. It turns out that the name Xuehua Village comes from the relatively high terrain here, surrounded by mountains, and the temperature is low all the year round. Winter comes earlier than other places, and spring comes later than other places. When it snows in winter, the snow and ice are difficult to melt, making it difficult for villagers to travel. Later, it was named Snowflake (Snow Melting).

After staying in the village for 2 hours, the enthusiastic host served steaming Miao rice wine and delicious food, and the hospitable Miao township host received us with the unique welcoming way of the Miao nationality. For example, drinking four cups represents the four seasons' wealth, drinking twelve cups is the red moon, drinking six cups is the great luck, drinking eight cups is the biggest hair, and drinking nine cups is the longest hair.

In the drunken haze, the sun is setting, and Xuehua Village is so quiet under the night, and occasionally birds can be heard on the mountain. The red lanterns in front of each house reflected the village. Standing at the entrance of the village, I didn't want to leave for a long time. Although you can't see snowflakes in Xue Cun in the depths of nature, it is a paradise in summer.

Prose on snowflakes:

1. Prose and Poetry Recommendation on Snowflakes

2. Classic prose about the first snow

3. The falling snowflake prose

4. Sad prose about snow

5. Narrative prose about snow.