How to write a composition that has melted?

Composition written by students after playing with snow.

According to the adults, this year is a warm winter, and the weather these days is really as warm as spring in March, but after the winter of the solstice, God actually played a role. No, this morning, it was cloudy and the wind was cold. It began to rain after noon. On the way to school, I found a "hail" hidden in the rain, so I stepped up my steps and walked to school.

Soon after I entered the classroom and sat down, I heard "Snow, Snow!" Cheers. I quickly opened the window and looked out, only to see snowflakes falling from the sky covered with red clouds. I put my hand out of the window, no matter whether it is cold or red with cold, I just want to pick up the lovely white snowflake. Immediately, a six-petal-shaped small white flower fell on my hand, melted immediately, and became a glittering and translucent pearl.

"Rinrin bell ┅ ┅" The bell rang, and the first class was math. I reluctantly closed the window and went back to my seat. Students seldom expect the first snow since winter, so they are absent-minded in class. Some deskmates are whispering about the snow, some people look out the window from time to time to watch the snow scene, and some people can't help humming Dao Lang's The First Snow in 2002. It can be seen that the students' happy mood is beyond words. Alas! Why is this class so long?

Hope, hope, class is finally over. It is also pleasant to listen to the bell, which seems to understand our hearts. Just as the students were preparing to go downstairs to play with snow, the Chinese teacher came to the classroom and said to us, "Let's play with snow next class!" " "Everyone ran downstairs in a burst of cheers. I stood on the stairs, looking at the pink jade-like campus, enjoying the beautiful snow scene: the school playground and the open space in front of the teaching building look like a white carpet, and the pines and cypresses are greener against the snow all over the ground. Magnolia trees are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs, which look like magnolia flowers that have just opened from a distance.

The playground is more lively. Male students are not afraid of cold hands, some have snowball fights, some have snowball fights, some run after each other, fall down and get up, and then fall down and get up. Laughter almost shook the snow off the tree. The cries echoed in the campus.

Looking at the fresh and lovely snow, I thought: although it is not chemical fertilizer, it is more precious than chemical fertilizer. As the saying goes, "Wheat covers three quilts in winter and sleeps with steamed bread next year." There will be a good wheat harvest next year. Looking at the dazzling snow, I feel warm. Snow makes the world quiet, sacred and quiet. At this time, the song can't help ringing in my ear: "The snow is sunny every day, and the wintersweet is fragrant everywhere; Riding a donkey across the dam bridge, ding Rinrin, ding Rinrin, ding Rinrin ... "