Description of the sun in winter snow

1. Asking for a 500-word essay about Taiyang Snow

Once, my English classmate and I were playing digging snow holes in the yard of the community where his family lived. It was fun. Poor, extremely happy.

When we saw that it had been snowing heavily for several days, we agreed to make things out of the snow. That day, both of us wore thick down jackets and gloves and came to the yard of his community. At that time, there were snowflakes floating in the sky. The yard of the community was very big, and the snow was so thick that it didn’t even reach my knees. There were also snowdrifts as high as snow-capped mountains, and they were white. Seeing that scene, my classmate and I were very happy - we could dig snow holes in the heavy snowdrifts.

The courtyard of the community is very large, with a lot of sports equipment in the center. Some children had a snowball fight around the sports equipment, and they had a lot of fun. The courtyard is surrounded by residential buildings, and the doors to each building are tightly closed.

We looked at the white courtyard, discussed it and started our "project". We randomly found a snowdrift, first designed the size of the hole, found the location of the hole, and drew an edge on the snowdrift. Then we picked up the shovel and started digging, hollowing out the snow in the snowdrift little by little. It took a lot of effort to transport the snow out. We were very happy to see that we had dug it, so we went in to give it a try. As soon as he got in, a strong wind suddenly came. The wind was as loud as a lion's roar, and it suddenly collapsed the cave. As soon as the snow cave collapsed, we were buried under the snow, making our faces so cold that they turned red. We got out, found another solid snowdrift, and made another snow cave according to the original shape. Learning from the lesson learned last time, I lay down at the entrance of the snow cave to see if the snow cave had collapsed before I dared to get in.

After coming out, I said: "You go find some hard snow first."

"What are you looking for hard snow for?" he asked .

I told him: "Make a wall to block ourselves in the snow cave. Then, we dig outside the hole with shovels and dig a passage out."

He understood. and said: "Okay!"

We got into the hole, moved all the snow blocks into the hole, and spent more than thirty minutes making a snow wall to seal ourselves in the snow hole. inside. It took more than ten minutes to dig a passage out and get out of the snowdrift. When we came out, the snowflakes were still flying in the sky. We seemed to have a sense of victory, as if we were invincible.

I like heavy snow, because digging snow holes in heavy snow is more fun than having snowball fights. 2. An article describing Sun Snow

I was born in the north, and I know the snow there best.

Although it doesn’t snow a few times in a winter, it doesn’t stop once it gets up. Maybe the morning after the northwest wind passes, this small world in the ravine will immediately change its appearance.

Everything in front of us turned silver-white, and there was traces of snow everywhere on the ground, on the houses, on the trees, and on the mountains. In such a white space, you will have all kinds of reverie, as if the snow suddenly came to the world with some kind of mission.

Stepping on the soft snow makes a creaking sound, and when you walk deep, the snow can reach your knees. The sun in winter is not very dazzling. It seems to be hazy and covered by a layer of gauze, making the fiery red body much lighter.

Looking up, the old tung trees that used to be blown bare by the north wind are now full of bunches of silver flowers like "spring comes out of dead trees". Against the background of brown and black tree trunks, it looks even more pure and flawless.

Under the reflection of the snow, the sky turned silver. The tall pine trees on both sides of the road are like hanging white pom-poms, blending with the exposed patches of green, which adds a fairy-tale color to the world.

Looking from a distance, the snow has added a big white beard to the "fat" loess slope, like a Santa Claus carrying a big bag, smiling at me! Looking further away, the majestic blue Qinling Mountains in the past have now disappeared without a trace in the vast sky. In the wheat field, the bright green wheat seedlings that had just emerged were covered with a thick layer of snowflakes.

In the distance, the small mountain village huts are covered tightly with snow, like cute little models. The river flowed without fear of the severe cold. The big rocks by the river or in the middle of the river were covered with a layer of white snow, like cakes topped with cream, large and small irregularly distributed on the river beach.

Snow is also children’s best friend, making snowmen and having snowball fights. If he wants to make a little joke, he will lead you under the tree and gently push the branches. Before you can react, the snow on the tree has been scattered all over your body.

The sky is silver, the mountains are silver, the trees are silver, the ground is silver... I like the pure snow, and even more like the world after the snow in the valley. It finally snowed today. I was studying and didn't notice what was happening outside. My mother told me, she said look, it’s snowing in the sky.

At this time, I immediately put down the pen in my hand and went to observe the snow scene. The snow was not heavy today. Yesterday, I saw the weather forecast and it said there would be light snow today. Although it was light snow, it was quite beautiful.

At the beginning, the snowflakes were vaguely countable and hard to find, as if a god in the sky casually scattered a few tiny petals. Ten minutes later, I saw a few goose-like snowflakes flying in the snow foam, and then slowly lay on the wet ground.

The snow is as light as smoke and as white as silver, swaying and falling from the sky. As soon as the snowflakes fell on the ground, they gradually melted and disappeared without a trace.

However, the good times did not last long, and the snow stopped in less than thirty minutes. I thought to myself, haven’t I seen enough? Why did it stop? It was really fast.

It will be the middle of winter in December. By then, the heavy snow will be like torn cotton wool, flying all over the sky, which will be even more beautiful and charming. 2. Snow scene Last night, it snowed. When I woke up in the morning, I opened the door and saw snow everywhere, but it was not very thick.

When I came out in the morning, I could vaguely see a few big footprints, but I wanted to step on them, wow! The sound is so crisp. At about ten o'clock, a strong wind blew. It was really biting and it started to snow. Look, countless snow dolls came down to earth! "One after another, pieces of snow fell from the sky, sometimes floating, sometimes fluttering.

The snow doll put on a white cotton-padded jacket for Grandpa Tree. More and more snow accumulated, bending the branches. The snow doll gave it to Grandpa Tree again. The sleeping wheat was covered with a thick quilt, which reminded me of a proverb: "Auspicious snow heralds a good year." "

The snow was so heavy! Thick snow accumulated in a short time, and everything was white. The roofs and treetops were covered with white snow, crystal clear. The snow stopped, and the ground looked like a pavement There was a layer of white carpet.

A group of lively and cute "little angels" - some children made snowmen, some had snowball fights, and some drilled into snow holes. Their faces and hands were red from the cold. It was red, but they had a lot of fun.

I was intoxicated by the snow scene! "It's snowing!" "Children report snow as good news.

Adults can't help but put down their work and go to the window to watch nature's gift - snow. Especially in the south, The snow scene is hard to absorb, so many families took advantage of the snowing opportunity to take family photos in the snow and leave a souvenir of the snow scene.

The children were busy building snowmen and making snowballs. , snowball fights. It can be seen that many people like snow.

Compared with the sad mood of people when there are heavy rains, strong winds and scorching sun, the snow scene is also very joyful. Because of this, there are many poems about snow written by literati in the past dynasties.

Xie Daoyun of Jin Dynasty once wrote in "Snow Praise Couplet": "The difference in the air when spreading salt can be calculated, not like the catkins blowing up in the wind." "The snow is compared to the air spreading salt, and the wind blowing catkins all over the ground.

The poem "Response to Snow in the Garden" written between the Tang and Song Dynasties said: "I don't know if Ting Xie (xi4n) has fallen this morning, but I suspect that the forest flowers bloomed last night. "He said that he didn't know that snowflakes had fallen in the courtyard today (tingxue: refers to the snowflakes falling in the courtyard), and thought that flowers bloomed on the branches of the courtyard last night, which was a vivid and appropriate metaphor.

Song Dynasty Zhang Yuan's poem "Snow" reads: "Three million jade dragons were defeated in battle, and their scales and armor were scattered all over the sky. "The jade dragon here describes flying snow, and the broken scales and broken armor describe the snowflakes dancing like scales falling one after another.

Huang Geng's poem "Snow" of Yuan Dynasty compares white snow to jade: "The country never sleeps. The moon is thousands of miles away, the heaven and earth are selfless and jade thousands of families. "Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty was even more exaggerated when he wrote about snow. He wrote in "North Wind Travel": "Snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as mats, blowing down Xuanyuan Terrace one after another. "

Xuanyuan Terrace is said to be the place where the Yellow Emperor captured Chi. In addition to the many poets above who compared snow to salt, catkins, forest flowers, jade dragons, broken scales, jade, and mats, there are also comparisons Made of white crane feathers, plum blossoms, white blankets, etc.

When it first snows, the snowflakes are often not big and not too dense, like catkins floating lightly in the wind. As the wind blows harder, the snow gets heavier. The snowflakes are falling more and more densely, like a white net, and nothing can be seen from a distance of ten feet, and they are like a continuous curtain, falling straight to the ground and returning light at the same time. The words of the sun after the snow

1. After the snow, the land is covered with silver everywhere, turning into a crystal fairy tale

The rows of trees are proud of it. The ground is full of silver flowers, shining with a purple light under the sunlight; while the catalpa branches with fallen leaves have many exquisite silver bars hanging down; the magpies on the branches are actually intoxicated by the beautiful snow scene. , stopped motionless for a long time, then flew up gracefully, kicking off a piece of snow, and then started chirping happily; in the courtyard, more than a dozen sparrows were jumping around, looking for food in the snow, occasionally turning their heads warily Look at me. 2. I don’t know when, the pure white ice crystals fell from the sky, spreading out into a quiet and harmonious sky full of snow.

She danced, turned, and danced like musical notes. Moving in the air. Slowly outline the distant mountains and thick fog with graceful dance... The ancient charm lingers in the mountains like a piece of comfortable joy, dancing in the air and turning into snow all over the sky.

Not heavy ink, just a touch of gray and white, like a landscape painting permeated with classical Chinese style, unfolding before the dawn.

3. The countryside in winter looks a bit rundown because there are no green trees and shades. Since few people come out, it looks a bit deserted.

Only at noon did people come out one after another and gather together in sunny places. The people reading the sunshine under the gable wall silently held on to this place with traditional postures, smiling without smiling and talking to themselves silently.

Some even pulled down the brim of their hats to cover their entire faces, and soon began to snore. People are particularly able to sleep in winter, which can be regarded as a kind of compensation for a year of hard work.

In the morning, often when the sun has risen very high, you will hear adults calling children to get up and eat. Sometimes you will also hear children crying, which may disturb their sweet dreams. Bar. Paragraph 4 describing winter scenery. In the evening, large tracts of snowflakes fell one after another from the dim sky.

In an instant, the mountains, rivers, fields, and villages were all covered in heavy white snow. 5. Heavy snow comes with the cold winter. The streets seem to be made of silver, so bright and glorious. The long icicles hang like crystal daggers in front of the eaves, and the breath of pedestrians turns into streams of white. cigarette.

6. After a while, the snow stopped. The whole earth seemed to be wrapped in a layer of silver yarn, and also seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist.

The pine trees beside the road are covered with "crystal dust", giving off a dazzling light. If your exclamation alarms the birds on the branches, the "crystal dust" will spread like morning mist and blend into the earth silently; if you shake the branch playfully, the "crystal dust" will It makes a crisp sound of "ding-dong-dang-dang", which makes you intoxicated.

However, no one was willing to shake the branches, because no one could bear to destroy the flawless "crystal" handicraft. 7. Look, the dwarf pine trees on the mountain are getting darker and darker, and there are white flowers in a bun on the top of the trees, like Japanese caregivers.

The top of the mountain is all white, giving the blue sky a silver edge. The snow is thicker in some places on the hillside, and the grass is still exposed in some places. In this way, one part is white and the other is dark yellow, giving the mountains a floral dress with water patterns.

8. The pine trees stand green in the white snow, swaying with the biting northwest wind and making a sharp and piercing whistle, as if they are deliberately despising winter. 9. Although winter does not have the charming birds singing and fragrance of flowers in spring, the spectacular lightning and thunder in summer, and the attractive abundant fruits in autumn, it also has the implicit beauty dedicated to nature.

10. Snowflakes fell on the tree girl, and the tree girl seemed to be wearing a snow-white wedding dress. Snowflakes fell on the roof, and the roof seemed to be covered with white snow.

Snowflakes fell on the ground, and the ground seemed to be covered with a snow-white wool blanket. 11. The weather is gloomy, and the sky is filled with thick, low, gray-yellow turbid clouds.

The northeast wind roared and ran wildly in the wilderness. It seemed to be holding a sharp sword, which could pierce through the tight fur coat, not to mention the exposed face. It cut again and again, and the pain was excruciating. I love snow, I love snow scenery, and I love winter even more.

Winter is the growth ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

12. In winter in the countryside, the fields are covered with a thin layer of frost. Through that thin layer of frost, you can see the rigid land below, which is frozen and dry. The newly unearthed wheat seedlings in the field are so timid. The originally green leaves have obviously been labeled with their own unique label by winter, like a child's face that has been frozen in winter.

The cry of the fields in winter is even louder, making people walking alone on the road feel hairy. The tree trunks have no ground, but are swayed by the wind and make a squeaking sound, as if they are weeping or dancing crazily. . 13. Winter is like a fairy tale world, and the snow in winter is even more like a fairy tale world.

In winter, when the weather got cold, the snow seemed to understand something, and immediately covered everything in the world with a thick white quilt. The pine tree is wearing her new coat and dancing in the snow; the sun is no longer so bright against the snow, but it has a hazy feeling.

14. In the early morning, I walked on the road. Suddenly I felt a chill on my cheeks. I looked up and saw countless rice-sized snowflakes falling one after another. Some hit the roof, playing a winter symphony with a "rustling" sound; some hit the branches and turned over playfully; Some fell to the ground and jumped up and down happily.

Gradually, these naughty ghosts slipped away and turned into clear snow water and drilled into the soil. 15. The heavy snow fell one after another, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, either flying, hovering, or falling straight and fast, and fell to the ground.

16. The snow at dusk is deep, as if there are thousands of emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea, capable of drowning everything, and there is still a trace of hidden secrets. feel. The snowflakes have various shapes and are crystal clear, like warriors on an expedition, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing on a long voyage... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, the sky and the earth are completely the same, and only one piece can be seen Silver, it seems that the whole world is decorated with silver.

After the snow, the continuous white snow decorates the world. The green branches and jade leaves, the pink jade bricks, and the bright colors are really a gratifying scene of auspicious snow and a good year. 17. "Wow, it's so beautiful!" There was thick snow everywhere, and it was completely white everywhere. The roofs and treetops were all covered with white snow, which was crystal clear.

Snowflakes fell slowly from the sky, one after another, gently and slowly. 4. An 800-word essay describing winter snow

North. Winter. Quarter moon. Neon. The first snow begins to drift.

A person sits behind a curtain of snow and mist, listening to the sound of snow falling. The falling dead leaves were quickly covered by the snow, disappearing instantly like a particle of dust, sinking together with my memory.

It seems that every winter is spent like this, curling up in your own warm cabin, lighting a flickering lamp, listening to music, sipping steaming tea, reading your favorite book, Looking at the wind, frost, rain and snow sliding past the window, it comes again and again year after year. I would like to live in my own castle like this and watch the years pass by quietly. I don’t know whether the traces of time have been put on my face or engraved in my heart. I know that one day my eyes will no longer be as clear as snowflakes. After a heavy snowfall many years later, will the woman behind the snow curtain remember her past and snow's thoughts?

Looking up at the pedestrians on the road, everyone is walking in a hurry. The winter solstice has not yet arrived, and the cold at this moment is not yet biting. I must be walking alone on the road, looking at the swaying leaves that are about to fall, and I will feel a little desolate, and suddenly feel the warmth of home, and I can't help but feel He quickened his pace. I am reminded of that ancient poem again, "When Chaimen hears dogs barking, people return home on a snowy night." Thinking of this, I couldn't help but want to laugh, not at others, but at myself. Sitting in the room all day long and thinking wildly, reality and illusion have become blurred to the point of indistinguishability. Many scenes have obviously never been experienced before and will never be realized, but they are indescribably familiar and frightening. It was as if wings were born in my heart, traveling through time and space, drifting, flying one journey after another for me. It turns out that imagination can be so real, and it can also be so absurd.

Suddenly I remembered an old song from many years ago: Collect the emotions, leave the memories blank, forget the past you once had, never say love again... I like these honest old songs, Just a few words can relieve all the worries. How many of the vague promises made back then can be fulfilled? It is unknown and impossible to prove. I just know that it can no longer bring any excitement or dizziness, just like the fireworks blooming in the night sky, the beauty only belongs to her for a moment, the strong wind blows away, the prosperity comes to an end, and everything returns to nothing.

The moonlight and snowy shadows roll in through the window, sprinkle on the table by the window, sprinkle on my forehead, and moisten my soul. Her fingertips danced again, expressing her loneliness. It's just a game and a dream, but the rules of such a game are unpredictable. In such a dream, you can see the other side, but you can't swim across it. This play is very exciting, it was staged when it was supposed to be staged, and it ended when it was supposed to end. This game is very helpless, from clear to blurred, from spring flowers to autumn dew. Like a wisp of wind or a scene of snow, it rises and falls at will, not knowing the direction or the end point.

"Although what goes is gone, what comes is coming; how hurried is it in between?" "Hurry" written by Mr. Zhu Ziqing made me sigh. It turns out that everything is destined to be hurried and poor. I can't chase it in my life. 5. Composition about winter snow

North.

Winter. Quarter moon.

Neon. The first snow begins to drift.

A person sits behind a curtain of snow and mist, listening to the sound of snow falling. The falling dead leaves were quickly covered by the snow, disappearing instantly like a particle of dust, sinking together with my memory.

It seems that every winter is spent like this, curling up in your own warm cabin, lighting a flickering lamp, listening to music, sipping steaming tea, reading your favorite book, Looking at the wind, frost, rain and snow sliding past the window, it comes again and again year after year. I would like to live in my own castle like this and watch the years pass by quietly.

I don’t know whether the traces of time have been put on my face or whether they have been engraved in my heart. I know that one day my eyes will no longer be as clear as snowflakes.

After a heavy snowfall many years later, will the woman behind the snow curtain remember her past and snow's thoughts? Looking up at the pedestrians on the road, everyone is walking in a hurry.

The winter solstice has not yet arrived, and the cold at the moment is not yet biting. I must be walking alone on the road, looking at the swaying leaves that are about to fall, and I will feel a little desolate and pause. Feeling the warmth of home, you can't help but speed up your pace. I am reminded of that ancient poem again, "Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night."

When I think of this, I can’t help but want to laugh, not at others, but at myself. Sitting in the room all day long and thinking wildly, reality and illusion have become blurred to the point of indistinguishability. Many scenes have obviously never been experienced before and will never be realized, but they are indescribably familiar and frightening.

It was as if wings were born in my heart, traveling through time and space, drifting, flying one journey after another for me. It turns out that imagination can be so real, and it can also be so absurd.

Suddenly I remembered an old song from many years ago: Collect the emotions, let the memories leave a blank, forget the past you once had, never say love again... I like these honest old songs, Just a few words can relieve all the worries. How many of the vague promises made back then can be fulfilled? It is unknown and impossible to prove.

Just know that it can no longer bring any excitement or dizziness, just like the fireworks blooming in the night sky, the beauty only belongs to her for a moment, the strong wind blows away, the prosperity comes to an end, and everything returns to nothing. The moonlight and snowy shadows rolled in through the window and sprinkled on the table by the window. They sprinkled on my forehead and moistened my soul.

Her fingertips danced again, expressing her loneliness. It's just a game and a dream, but the rules of such a game are unpredictable. In such a dream, you can see the other side, but you can't swim across it.

This scene is very exciting. It was performed when it should be performed and ended when it was supposed to end. This game is very helpless, from clear to blurred, from spring flowers to autumn dew.

Like a wisp of wind or a scene of snow, it rises and falls at will, not knowing the direction or the end point. "Although what has gone has gone, what has come is still coming; how hurried is it between going and coming?" "Hurry" written by Mr. Zhu Ziqing made me sigh. It turns out that everything is destined to be in a hurry. Even if I spend my whole life, I will not be able to chase it.

The snow outside the window has settled. I stopped where I was, like a tired butterfly, unable to fly away.

Snow is something that can evoke a variety of emotions... When the catkins and reed-like snowflakes outside the window are falling from the sky, when the ground is decorated with snowflakes like a pavement When I put on a white carpet, standing by the window and looking at them, I will have many feelings: they make me feel happy, and even if I encounter unpleasant things, I will feel that my mood is smooth. . The snowflakes are very white, so pure.

They make the earth very pure and beautiful. I have this feeling: Snow not only makes everything pure, but also makes people's hearts as beautiful and pure as it.

At this time, a snowflake touched the window and melted immediately. I thought: the snow might melt soon after it stops.

I really can’t bear to let them go. However, the snow will eventually melt.

But its short "life" can protect plants, moisten and clean the air. I think it is the most selfless, it is silently dedicating its "life".

"Edelweiss, Edelweiss..." When I look at the snowflakes baptizing the world, the melody of "Edelweiss" will echo in my mind. The lyrical melody of this song can accurately express the beauty of snow.

I hope snow can really bless our motherland and bless peace around the world as said in "Edelweiss". I miss these snows because they were once beautiful.

When the snow stopped, the sun shone on the earth again. A gust of wind blew up the pine snow on the ground and branches, flying in the blue sky, and the sunlight made it more crystal clear.

At this moment, I felt that the snow was using this last time to show all its last beauty, and then passed away silently, turning into water to nourish the earth. This is the first snow in winter and the first snow in 2005.

At around six o'clock in the morning, as soon as I got up, I heard my father say that it was snowing outside! After I heard this, I quickly ran to the window and took a look, ah! I saw only a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth, with snowflakes falling from the sky in droves. It was like a white tent was pulled up all around, and the earth immediately became covered with silver. I can't help but think of a poem: "Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom." It's so beautiful! That snowflake is as white as jade. Is it a little heavenly general sent by the Heavenly Palace, or is it a jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade-colored butterflies, dancing like drunkenness; like blown dandelions; floating like flying; like small white flowers gifted by angels; scattered and gathered together, fluttering leisurely, light and airy, worthy of being from the earth masterpiece! I saw the snowflakes in front of me were as naughty as butterflies, falling under the eaves for a while, falling on the branches for a while, and sometimes floating on the faces of passers-by.

Look, the people in the snow, no, they are energetic classmates, chasing, running, jumping, laughing, standing side by side with the green pines. The snow fell harder and turned into heavy snow.

My classmates and I walked out of the classroom and ran to the playground. No matter how cold the weather was or how heavy the snow fell, we didn’t care even if the snow was so heavy that our faces were warm, because we were so happy. So happy! You can also have snowball fights and build snowmen. Snow is the messenger of winter, especially this first snow, which heralds the coming of winter. I love snowflakes because they are beautiful, pure, selfless, and can bring joy to the earth. 6. Composition describing snow

Snow

Look! Are those flying in the air pear blossoms or small pieces of paper? Oh, no, they're just scattered flurries.

Snow is noble, pure, gentle and affectionate in people's minds. It has attracted countless poets and painters to fall in love with it. But in my opinion, it is hypocritical, ugly, and it also has a dark side.

It is sunny after snow. The vast land has turned into a world of pink makeup and jade.

As pedestrians walked in the snow, the ice and snow began their own "conspiracy". So, on the road, pedestrians fell down because they were obsessed with this "pure" holy object. Only then did I realize that behind "purity" and "gentleness" turned out to be a big trap.

In fact, its pure color is just a superficial phenomenon. Have you ever thought about the world underneath it? It’s still the same filth as before!

This world looks beautiful, but in fact, its depths are full of dark caves. It's like the items displayed in a shopping mall, which are so dazzling and eye-catching. But peel off their gorgeous outer packaging, and it turns out to be nothing more than that inside. Don’t believe it? You see, one day the ice and snow melted, the cover was gone, and the world revealed its true colors again - dirty and ugly! Snow is just a packaging for the ugly world!

This can’t help but remind me of people in the world. These people may use power or money to package themselves. On the surface, they may appear to be well-dressed, upright and serious, but deep down they may actually be filthy. ah. Are they not in the world under the snow?

Lift off the layers of hypocrisy and look under the snow. Do you think the so-called "pure" things are still so pure and gentle?

Snow, a charming and exquisite packaging box! 7. Composition describing snow

Snow dances between the sky and the earth like goose feathers. The whole world put on a white coat, and pieces of snowflakes fell from the sky. After a while, the ground, trees, and roofs all turned white. The white snowflakes are like small scraps of paper that have been torn into pieces by someone, and they are also like the faint shadow of angels in the spring sky!

Snow! ah! It's snowing! The white snow is falling from the sky, the wind is blowing, and the snow is dancing in the air, which is very beautiful.

The snow falls from the sky, like a naughty elf sneaking out from the sky, like a lot of white paper sprinkled by Miss Winter, and like exquisite badges falling down one after another. Snow is the messenger of winter. It sends away Sister Qiu and welcomes Miss Winter. It shuttles between heaven and earth, coming and going, carefree and free. Its white color is flawless and always has a feeling of purity.

I was walking alone on a path in the mountains. The path was paved from the top of the mountain. There was still a lot of snow on the road, like a shining silver river flowing down from the top of the mountain. There are many big trees growing on the roadside, and there is also snow on the branches. It looks like the old lady has just steamed a basket of fragrant bread and placed it on the branches. It also looks like the scarf that the winter girl has wrapped around the big tree. It also looks like the big tree has changed into a white suit. clothes. Snow, falling from the sky, seems to tell us: Winter is coming, and I am here to give you a forecast! I walked to the top of the mountain and looked down from the top, ah! All are pure white! It is snow that makes the whole world so white and pure... I stretched out my hand and caught a piece of snow. The snow melted and became transparent, and disappeared after a while! Just like the human heart, when you are born, your heart is kind and pure. Within a few years, gradually, you can't stand anyone around you. When you grow up, your heart becomes dark, and you become greedy. You keep pursuing it, but you can't pursue it? Just steal, and finally die in loneliness.

Snow made me understand life. The human heart is fragile and easily infected by the outside world. Snow allows me to see the pure side of the world. Snow, let me... I love snow! I love its spirit, I love its appearance, and I love its heart even more. May everything in the world be as pure and white as snow!

The flying catkins are so pure and flawless, and so beautiful and crystal clear. 8. An essay about snow

"Look, it's snowing!" I was attracted by the sound to the corridor. When I looked outside, it was really good. Very small snowflakes were falling slowly, and my heart couldn't help but I felt a sense of joy, hoping that it would bring us a real heavy snow. Soon after, the city was lightly covered with this soft snowflake. Each snowflake spirals down gently and becomes a small part of the layer of snow on the earth. Each snowflake merges into the beautiful scenery that makes the earth covered with snow.

Facing the snow, I wanted to recite a few poems I had learned, but I couldn't remember them. It seems that what nature has given us cannot be expressed in words. Although I can't speak, I can listen to the sound of snow.

The heavy snow falls one after another, and the snowflake dances in various postures in the air, or flies, or hovers, or falls straight and fast, spreading to the ground. At this moment, everything is beautiful, Everything was quiet, but standing in front of the window, the laughter of the snowflakes rang in my ears. I can hear their joy.

The children couldn't help but come out to play before the snow stopped, having snowball fights and rolling snowballs. Although the snowflakes were still falling, they ignored the objections of their parents and had a great time, full of childhood memories. joy. The snow lets us crush them into fluffy snowballs and then smash them around each other. Although his body was smashed to pieces and splashed everywhere, they never complained and gave us happiness, which is its happiness. It gives us the warmth of the soul in its unique language. I can hear this voice.

Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, and snow on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year should be a good sign for the year. The snowflakes fall slowly, and together with the sound of firecrackers, it brings joy to people. I like to watch the snow quietly, watching the snow fall quietly, and listening to the faint sound of the snow, I feel peaceful and happy in my heart. I saw another group of children having a snowball fight, dodging left and right on the road. I saw a layer of snow covering the young leaves on the lawn, protecting them.

I can hear their voices of pride for taking on this important responsibility.

The pure snow on the ground is bathed in the sun, enjoying the last moment of joy. Are they crying for the end of their lives? No, they are laughing and proud. They have completed their tasks and spread joy to the world. They have dedicated their lives and exerted their talents. They are great. I can hear the joy in their lives.

When it snows again, let us stand in front of the window and listen carefully to a legend of life