Sentences describing sleet

1 tick, it's raindrops, snowflakes, rain with snow, snow with rain, what a beautiful sleet. You see, the snow came from the northwest, like a white horse, forming a windy square, which stung my eyelashes. What a beautiful snowflake, like a lover's white robe, falls all over my body. I cried and laughed. How beautiful the snow is, my eyes are full of tears when I face the direction where you came. I want to sing your poem, and you melt on my lips.

The campus in the sleet is fresh and full. Walking in the campus in spring, everywhere is full of vitality. In the spring rain and light snow, there are budding buds, trunks with green life blood flowing, and vitality filled with spring. Several birds were chirping in the treetops, and my arrival and listening frightened them. With the flapping of their wings and an exclamation, they quickly flew into the tall tree nest woven by the rain curtain and looked at me, almost as if they were challenging. I feel sad, walking on the winding pond path, feeling the power of old trees sprouting.

It was sleet at first, but then snowflakes prevailed. It fell in dribs and drabs, like a naughty elf, which got into my ear, ran into my mouth and stuck to my face. The flowers sprinkled by the snowflake goddess are cool, as if giving me a cordial greeting. Soon, it was overwhelming, books were full of Yushu branches and houses were full of silver. Snowflakes are as white as jade, like the golden branches and jade leaves falling from the laurel trees in the Moon Palace, and "sou" turned into beautiful jade butterflies, which suddenly dispersed and gathered, like dancing and drunkenness. Innocence is the masterpiece of the earth.

I stay in front of the TV every day, waiting for the "weather forecast". There is no heavy snow, but there is sleet. I opened the window and looked at the flying snowflakes dotted with dense oblique light rain, which was another interesting turning point. I reached out to pick it up, wondering if the snowflake was hexagonal, but I could only see a tiny raindrop dripping on my palm. As for the snowflake, I don't know where it has gone. I'm a little disappointed. The heavy snow I have been waiting for is just a pile of dreams now.

In a blink of an eye, the rain turned into snow-goose feather snow. Snowflakes are fluttering and free. Snow flies in the air like a beautiful silver butterfly. Little snowflake kissed my face, so cool and comfortable! Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, like smoke and fog, and the whole city is covered in snow. Ah, that snow is the jade scattered by the fairy, that snow is the pure tidbits on the osmanthus tree, that snow is the rouge knocked over by Chang 'e, and that snow is the unique "butterfly" in winter. Snow, I praise you! I praise you!

There is a life where the weather looks like love. This kind of weather is not common, but it may happen when winter comes. The weather forecast tells us that there will be light sleet today. Yes, a little sleet may upset you, but without it, you must feel something is missing this winter, as if winter is not like winter. Therefore, we always miss it when we lose it.

Today is sleet, which proves that the air is cold enough to create a snow. I expect it to be colder and the next snow will be transparent. Then it can be a link to take me back and turn my heart into a new snow in my hometown after a long separation! Awkward flight!

Rain, not big, intermittent, tight and slow, day after day. The weather in early winter began to look like early winter when I came home. The wheels ran over the fallen leaves on the ground and the lights in the rain, constantly paving the circle into a straight line and an arc, overlapping, separating, separating and overlapping with the imaginary white line on the road. Car after car, passing by, relaxed, sheltered from rain and water. The figure is confused, limited to the big turntable in the middle of the street, and the zebra crossing in front of the traffic lights. The noise has been drowned. The raincoat floated, a rain line was picked up, and a slight salad sound quietly touched my face: Is it snowing? Look again, there are no snowflakes, only ice arrows, but they are bent, entangled and wrapped by rain lines, and they are busy.

In the early winter in northern Xinjiang, the weather changed like a wayward child and turned for the better. I laugh and get angry every day, but I can't coax it for a while. When the growers have dried all the crops, the time has entered 1 1 month, and the sky is always cloudy. It's sleet today, sleet tomorrow and sleet the day after tomorrow. In the early winter of northern Xinjiang, it is experiencing a cold current where cold and warm air meet. It is biting the bone and penetrating the heart to the land of northern Xinjiang.

10, the pale sky is raining, and my mother says it's spring. Rain is like a magician, performing a little magic: turning into snowflakes. Snowflakes float leisurely and become water droplets.

1 1 Snowflake's mouth is singing. Pure and straightforward, with a loud voice and beautiful rhythm. In the process of flying, snowflakes touch each other and find their own beauty and existence. Like a butterfly, it flies fast and disappears quickly. Let's not deliberately look for it, just calm down and listen. The life of snow is real, it greatly expands to the sky, making our vision more and more open. When the snowflake approaches the north wind, the song will travel far. Snowflakes fall at night, and songs melt into sleepless nights.

12 rain is tears falling from the sky, big and small, sad and happy. Snow is a flower in full bloom in the air, with ups and downs, blooming and withering. The sleet is the back of the palm of your hand, the two sides of the leaves, "the house leaks when it rains all night", or "the pear blossoms close when it rains". It falls in the sky and dances in the air, but in your eyes, whether it is worse or better depends on your personal mood. Poets always like to talk about rain. At the time of writing these words, Wang Liping's Swinging Eyebrows was playing in my blog music collection: "I wonder how many tears are in my eyes, and how can I stop autumn from flowing to winter and spring from flowing to summer?" Singing lingering, like rain outside the window, makes me feel sorry for Daiyu and Miss Dawenhe. The four seasons continue, how many tears can't flow into the river?

13 Although the weather is bad, the scenery is good. I just got up in the morning and saw it was white outside. I didn't know it was sleet. I like snowy days, so I left home for school in less than ten minutes. The teaching building in the sleet looks like a shy little girl. At noon, some friends and I went outside to see the scenery. We saw a vague white shadow on the barren hill in the distance. I think it must be Snow Boy! The weather today makes me very happy.

At the moment of 14, you must leave. At that moment, I didn't stop. I don't know. You left. You went my way. When did you say your last hug was mine? But, for the last time, no hug. I saw you crying. I didn't. You can't talk, you don't go, you have no right, and there is no reason. Then walk like this. Walk out the door. The rain was sleet, which didn't disperse and chased down again. The snow flew, did not melt, and piled up. The branches outside the window, a gaunt flower, look at you, there is no trace. The thought of chasing you again makes me afraid that the snow will stop and the rain will stop. The rainbow is still seven colors, neither too much nor too little. The sky is still sleet, and there is no wind or thunder. That flower is gone, it doesn't matter, it will still bloom next year. But this sleet, I don't know when to stop.

15 There was something called "Rain is not rain, snow is not snow" this morning! The jargon of the weather forecast is "sleet". After the first class, white elves appeared and danced outside. After the snowflakes flying all over the sky fell, the ground did not turn into a vast expanse of white, but into the water below. The ground is wet. It is snowing in the sky, but the ground is wet. How strange!