Write a 500-word composition about snow in spring (at night)

It's been cold for a long time. I always say it's going to snow, but it can't. I have been looking forward to it for a long time, but I can't help it. I'm glad the weather didn't disappoint me for long. The day after the cold snap, the first snow of this year finally fell.

White snow flowers slowly rotate in the air, as if reluctant to part with the sky. I looked at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, and my thoughts could not help but go back to the past. I just entered junior high school that year and was as naughty as a child. It's also such a heavy snow. I remember having a good time, having a snowball fight with my classmates and making a snowman. ..... The snow is very cold, but I feel nothing but happiness. It's not just snow I remember I always had a good time when it snowed. But I found that my sister never plays with snow. She said she hadn't played with snow for a long time. The snow is dirty and cold. At that time, I don't know why, the snow was so fun that my sister didn't play.

However, after the snow fell, I suddenly understood that I tried to play like a child, except cold. It turns out that when you get older, your heart will get bigger and you can't go back. Seeing the children next door having such a good time, I suddenly felt sad. My childhood is actually over. ....。

Remember what parents often say, as long as you are promising in the future, are you still afraid of having fun? In fact, I have long wanted to deny it. When I grow up in the future, I have time to play, but what I lose is the childlike innocence that needs to be played.

As the days go by, the snow scene remains the same, and people and childlike innocence have passed away.

Chapter 2: Snow

When winter comes, white clouds turn into snowflakes and fly to the earth, floating down peacefully. They fall quietly under the eaves, on the branches, on the land and on people's clothes. At this time, it is no longer arrogant, but becomes approachable.

It's snowing. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky. Soon, it became a silver world. The ground became a snow blanket, the house was covered with cotton wool, the trees in Na Tong were covered with pear blossoms, and the cypress and bamboo branches were covered with snowballs and silver bars. Looking from a distance, Yushu Qiongzhi, silver makeup and jade, is full of poetry and painting. What a white and flawless city!

It keeps snowing, just like someone accidentally broke the jade. Broken jade flies and changes steps. After a while, the earth was covered with silver, and the dead trees turned into emerald corals. It snows heavily, like goose feathers. They quietly and slowly descended from the sky, dotted with everything, like little angels coming to earth. They covered the ground with thick quilts and decorated the house with silver.

Snow fell on the tree, clusters, like a squirrel's big tail, fluffy and heavy; The road is even more beautiful, like a long belt. People stepped on it and giggled as if playing a symphony. It snowed harder and harder, and the whole world turned white. Houses, trees, fields and mountains are all dressed up.

Because of the arrival of snow, children are boiling, streets are busy, and snow brings infinite vitality to the earth. Snow is beautiful both in appearance and in heart! I love snow, and I love this beautiful snow.

Chapter 3: Snow

It hasn't snowed in the town for a long time, and almost all the shadows of snow appear in dreams. Every time I watch the weather forecast, I stare at the screen and look for the word snow on it, but I can't find it. Finally found it, but it was somewhere else, but in early February, Nanjing ... Snow ...-was inscribed on TV.

One day before the Spring Festival, it was dark, dark. The gray clouds began to disperse. It snowed at first, just like someone grabbed white sugar in mid-air and sprinkled it in large quantities. The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the snow particles become snowflakes, like goose feathers. Falling lightly, rushing and fluttering. I wonder if WU GANG shakes osmanthus too hard? Look how the snowflake looks like osmanthus! I picked up a snowflake to see what it looked like. I didn't expect it to melt as soon as it fell on my hand, leaving only a drop of water in my hand.

Snow falls on houses, cars and mountains ... Snow makes the monotonous winter look particularly beautiful with its white body. Coral-like trees, cotton-like pine branches, in the flying snowflakes, in this beautiful building, in this silver fairy tale world, have become snowmen, walking blindly, opening their eyes wide, leaving a string of footprints behind them.

At night, the snow is still falling, and there is a layer of new snow on the flat asphalt road, which is a bit dazzling by street lamps. Cars come and go, the lights are remote, and tiny snow particles reveal a little Huang Liang under the lights.

In the morning, the snow stopped, the sky was still so white and the snow piled up.