300 words of first snow composition (before, during and after the snow)

It was the first snow in winter, and it was also the first snow at 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. Snowflakes fell from the sky, like a white tent being pulled up around, and the earth immediately turned white.

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 will come only after the severe winter and before the arrival of spring.

I like snowy days. I have lived in this city for more than ten years. Although I am humble, I am not inferior. Although I am very tired, I don't feel sorry for myself. Many times, I want to get away from the noise of the city. In a corner of the earth, beside the frozen river, on the picturesque Yuan Ye, in the cold wind, I keep my thoughts silent. What keeps a white heart away from the dust of the years?

It's snowing. When it came, everything on the earth was still. People in the snow and trees in the distance constitute a pure light ink painting, which is also a rare pure beauty without too much rendering. Snow is floating silently, like a gentle little hand, passing through quiet eyes and slipping into a watery state of mind. Once impatient and impetuous, once annoyed and depressed, were gently brushed away by snowflakes. In the snow, life is primitive.

The moonlight is faint, passing through the faint clouds and gently sprinkling on the world, just like recalling the past time. At this time, snowflakes fell gently, passed through dead trees, crossed Wafi obliquely, and landed in the childhood village, as quiet as time. Hold your breath and listen attentively, and then you will vaguely hear the rhythmic heartbeat of snow, which is the beat of music, the spur of passion, the song of years, like a breeze. With the trembling of flowers, a heart is tightening, instinctively resisting the incoming cold, reciting the poem "Like the wind coming in spring, the wind coming at night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", releasing the imagination that "the morning is full of snow, the snow is clear and the clouds are light, and the day is cold", recalling the good time that "the snow is too late for spring, so it flies to the courtyard tree". Then, snowflakes peel off my locked soul and gently erase it.

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 are obviously replaced by the current noise. You may feel lost in the distant years.