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It's snowing. As soon as I opened my eyes, I found that there were countless snowflake fairies falling outside, I lifted the quilt to the ground, and immediately leaned on the window, it was really "like a night of spring breeze and trouble, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed", the white expanse outside, I was motionless, stupidly watched, until a cold wind came in through the crack in the window I did not come back to my senses; That's when I realized I wasn't wearing a sweater yet, and if it weren't for the heating in my house, I would have frozen into an ice sculpture. So, he put on his clothes, devoured breakfast, and ran downstairs like a fly.

When I went downstairs, I felt a fresh and cool air, and I was in good spirits.

There was a dead silence outside, as if I was walking in the snow, and the beautiful sound of "creaking, creaking" sounded in my ears, coupled with the "rustling" sound of snowflakes brushing my clothes, accompanied by the sound of the north wind whistling, it was simply a beautiful winter song. I raised my head and looked at the sky, and the snowflakes were like torn cotton wool, and they fell one after another, on the ground, on the trees, on the roof, on my face, on my hands. I took a deep breath, and the coolness and sweetness of the snow came to my heart.

After a while, the wind subsided; When a gust of wind blows, the snowflakes disrupt the "array", and they fly all over the sky as they like. The tree is also dressed in a "flower dress", and each branch is wearing a white sleeve, which is really dizzying! When the breeze blows, the snow on the trees falls lightly in the cold wind, falling like rain and dancing in the sky.

The snow is densely floating, as if weaving a white net, and the distant scenery is shrouded in a white, looming, like a snowy mist fairyland.

The snow had been plated with a thick layer of silver on the earth, as if wearing a thick winter coat, but it still didn't seem to satisfy everyone's wishes, and it kept falling. How much fun it would be to look at the thick snow on the ground and want to build a big snowman and have another snowball fight! After a while, the snowflakes slowly drifted down, like light goose feathers; After a while, the snowflakes hit violently, like a little dancer dancing, what a light figure, what a graceful dance, what a lively posture.

The snowflakes gradually slowed down, becoming more and more gentle, like a child crying tired and about to take a nap. At this time, the posture of the snowflakes is particularly eye-catching, as if they are jumping, slowly and leisurely, not like the dragon and phoenix dancing just now.

Behold, it snowed! I was drawn to the corridor by the sound, and when I looked out, it was indeed good, and the small snow was 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, rolling snow Qingtong balls, 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 a layer of snow on the lawn 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's snowing. It's snowing. It's snowing. White snowflakes flutter in the sky like fairies. The chill filled the entire Changsha City.

It's snowing. It's snowing. The snow was falling so hard that it was clearly visible through the bright windows. The ground has already been covered with a white carpet, like a sea of white. At this moment, Changsha City seems so ethereal and silent.

It's snowing. It's snowing. The snow was falling so hard that the white and flawless snowflakes fell to the ground.

Fall on the roof, sprinkle on the ground. The children were so happy that they gathered in groups to discuss building snowmen and having a snowball fight. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, I was also determined to show off my skills.

So, I recommended myself and became a military advisor. I first asked my comrades to prepare ammunition, and I led a group of small soldiers to break into the enemy area. More than a dozen snowballs were thrown at me, and we pretended to be weak and couldn't help it, and hurriedly smeared oil on the soles of our feet--。

They were celebrating, cheering for the victory. We broke in out of the blue, caught them off guard. At this time, their reinforcements arrived, and the morale of them was greatly increased, and I hurriedly shouted when I saw that we were about to be defeated.

Plan B began to be implemented, and when the main force arrived with a large amount of ammunition and attacked us front and rear, we simply took the opportunity to kill them without leaving a single piece of armor. We laughed, and laughter broke the silence of winter and shook the snow off the trees.

The snow is still falling, like a goddess scattering flowers, and like an angel slowly descending from the distant sky, adding a unique beauty to Changsha City.