Writing about snow and snowball fights should be novel, not too vulgar.

It is the end of October, and there is still no chill. The shadows of elms and willow leaves on the branches still refuse to fade, making a final struggle; Flowers with roots in the flower pond actually grow green leaves; In sunny places, Artemisia capillaris blooms in hay.

The warm sunshine drives the warm wind, stroking people's faces and making them sleepy. The nostrils in the chest are full of suffocation. This kind of weather, the gloom that flutters with the wind, makes me ignore my existence.

Finally, the weather changed, the clouds came, the air pressure was very low, and it snowed! Jade chips fall, one piece and two pieces. I wrapped my clothes tightly and prepared to throw myself into its arms. Jade chips fall, more and more. On the roadside, small ice crystals suddenly died and the soil gradually became wet. It is dark brown with dead leaves, with a strong smell of fresh mud and dead leaves. It dispelled the anger in my chest, and my thoughts were clear. Jade chips fell on the hat like a rope, and the sound ranged from subtle to grand, from soothing to urgent. They quarreled and crowded. I just took off my hat. It's cool to hang jade pieces on your eyebrows and put them on your face. So I closed my eyes and my ears were full of noise. I felt my existence, deeply.

Some places along the road turned white and some places turned dark brown. The dog's tail is also covered with snow, and one ear is attached to the other, trembling in the wind. The distant mountains are covered with snow, the cultivated land is white with salt, and the wasteland is dark yellow and white, which reminds me of fish ponds in the south of the Yangtze River.

It is getting dark. The snow has stopped. I can vaguely see the shadows of mountains and trees, and other people's lights are dotted.

Maybe it should be frozen tomorrow!

A night of silence.

The next day, open the curtains. Wow! ! What good snow! The snow is still raging, "3 million Yulong has been defeated, and broken bones are flying all over the sky", flying like a goddess.

The snow stopped soon. The distant mountains and the close view are covered with snow. I have never felt that Mount Huangtu is majestic. I looked at the mountain silently, afraid to make any noise, for fear that the mountain god would turn over and shake off all the snow, so as not to cause an avalanche and destroy the mountain scenery in front of me. Snowflakes fall on the chrysanthemum beside the ground, far like waves rolled up by the sea, and waves come and go. Snow falls on the wire, the wire becomes fluffy, falls on the wall, and the wall becomes white marble. The tree has also become a jade leaf. Snow also falls on jujube branches, and there are marks on the branches, which are a little bit, thick and light, if there is something, it seems to be nothing. The branches are symmetrical and concise, and the claws stretch across the sky, just like the claws of a dragon, which is very verve. Some elm leaves on the elm tree suddenly withered, and they piled up on the branches with snowflakes. The thick elm branches with faded leaves are like arcs of rich stick figures. Snow falls on the branches of willow trees, just like a girl's shawl painted with honey locust. In the snow, the willows are a little green. Sparrows churned among the branches, cocking their tails excitedly and shaking off a small snowflake.

I try my best to enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of me. My heart is as clean as snow, without any impurities. The whole body is as relaxed as flying snowflakes, fluttering leisurely. Fresh throat, smooth breathing, clear brain and clear thinking.

Suddenly I was particularly afraid of the wind, afraid of ruining the beautiful scenery in front of me.