Write a scene, a note, a thing, a person, 100 words

Lo and behold, some of the ice flowers on the window look like little rabbits, and some look like small ones.

Bears, some like elephants, some like houses ......It's amazing!

The quiet little square, the grass was silent, the trees were silent, but I seemed to hear them whispering again. What are you talking about? Presumably it's a dissatisfaction with the autumn god.

An airplane flew overhead, breaking the beautiful silence. The moon went crazy, and the grass and trees went crazy. The wind is not so soft, like a dragon roaring, a dragon singing.

The darkness faltered, and the stars and moon were obscured by a sprite and mischievous cloud, and soon the clouds drifted away with great reluctance. Yue'er smiled, the light was brighter, and the moment the clouds drifted away, the earth was gradually illuminated by silver light, as if after the darkness receded, she saw hope again.

Behold, it snowed! I was drawn to the corridor by the sound, and when I looked out, it was indeed good, and the small snowflakes were falling slowly, and my heart could not help but feel a little joy, hoping that it would bring us a real snowfall, and before long, the city was gently covered by this gentle snowflake. Each snowflake gently swirled and fell, becoming a small part of the first layer of snow on the earth, and each snowflake merged into a beautiful scenery that covered the earth with snow.

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

The snow fell one after another, and the snowflakes danced in the air in various postures, or flying, or circling, or falling straight and fast, and falling on the ground, at this moment, everything was beautiful, all were silent, standing in front of the window, the laughter of the snowflakes sounded in my ears. I can hear their joy.

Before the snow stopped, the children couldn't help but come out to play, snowball fights, snowballs, although the snowflakes were still drifting, they ignored the opposition of their parents, and had a lot of fun, full of childhood joy. Snow is up to us to pinch them into fluffy snowballs and smash them at each other. Although his body was smashed and splashed everywhere, they never complained, and gave us happiness, which is its happiness.

It warms our hearts with its unique language, and I can hear it.

Snow on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year should be a good sign for the year. Snowflakes fall slowly, combined with the sound of firecrackers, giving people a festive feeling. I like to watch the snow quietly, watch the snow fall quietly, and listen to the faint sound of the snow, and I will feel peaceful and happy in my heart.

I saw a group of children having snowball fights, dodging left and right on the road. I saw on the lawn, a layer of snow covering the young leaves, protecting them. I can hear their voices of pride in taking on this heavy responsibility.

The pure snow on the ground bathes the sun and enjoys the last moment of joy. Are they crying over their lives that are coming to an end? No, they are laughing, they are proud, they have done their job and spread joy to the world.

They gave their lives and played to their strengths, they were great, and I could hear the joy of their lives.

When it snows, let's stand in front of the window and listen to a legend of life.

It was dark and I knew a typhoon was coming. Feel the whistling sound, like a thousand horses galloping. The number that once stood straight by the street was now slanting.