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Plateau snow. You ferment in the soil.

You are tormented in the clouds.

You are in the wind.

You're brewing on the plateau.

The plateau is your hometown.

The leaves fall for your arrival.

You don't have an envelope.

But you tell the plateau that winter will come.

It's too embarrassing for you to say that you are not allowed to come by yourself.

Need to wait for a cold hug.

Interpret all the accidents that lose youth.

Snowflake, you are the developing Qianmo.

Snowflake, you are a sad parting.

Snowflakes, you are the ravages of the harvest.

Snowflake, you are the waiting knot of the heart.

I always miss you in the plateau.

Xiaomei blossoms waiting for you to splash white.

There is no prophecy of your coming.

No one has discovered what is on their minds.

It's about to snow on the plateau.

Waiting doesn't count as a cold rejection.

Your heart breaks every day.

So much so that when you come to the plateau, you have to carefully build a promise.

Snow began to fall on the plateau.

Those white promises began to cover the world.

White is the whole style of your arrival.

You won't freeze permanently.

In a few days you will be gone.

Despite my deep sadness.

You're still dissolved.

The heart began to condense.

How to greet it.

Our last Christmas Eve.

I'm scared of snow.

Love will freeze.

Because you said it.

Snow makes people feel like they're waiting.

Said that two hearts should ride the snow.

Meet in that hugging season.

Winter is too embarrassing.

Broken promise.

The white world shattered into snow.

All joy has been shed in tears.

And I'm on my own.

Heartbreak all night.

It's finally snowing.

It means parting.

The snow in my heart.

I don't know how long it will take to dissolve.

And how am I going to deal with it.

Snow. A few days ago, it was as warm as March, but early yesterday morning, the weather suddenly became cold, and the sky was overcast. At noon, a cold wind blew. In the evening, the wind stopped, but it snowed heavily.

It snowed heavily all night. In the morning, when I opened the curtains, I saw that the floor was covered with a white carpet, and the outside became a world of pink and jade. Looking up, the branches let the snow fall, and the wires hung in the air like a white velvet rope.

Under the eaves, a few sparrows that could not find food were chirping with hunger. The poplar and laurel trees along the road, which had lost their leaves, were covered with strips of bright gold and silver ice.

The snow is still falling, like countless white butterflies flying in the air, and like many catkins, there is a great tendency to cover the earth.

The road leading to the school was covered with snow, and the snow water, mud, and ice chips were mixed together, making the road muddy and difficult to walk.

In the wheat field, the wheat seedling doll is sleeping under the snow quilt. Some of them stick their heads out of the snow quilt, like a child, looking at this beautiful and wonderful world. A few old men with pale beards, looking at the white snow, were so happy that their beards were curled up one after another, and their mouths praised again and again:

Good snow! Good snow! "From their joyful eyes, I seem to see the joyful scene of next year's wheat harvest ......

In the long river of our memories, snow has always represented holiness and beauty, it often appears in wonderful fairy tales, and it will always remain in my time machine.

It's snowing. "It's a common man today, I'm really happy......"Today, I've sung this song a few times. Why? Because I've never had such a big snow since I was born!

Before the winter break, the snow began to fall. In the morning, open the window and look, wow! It's a lot of snow! The streets, the houses, and the trees were all covered with a thick layer of snow.

On the street, there were many children having snowball fights there, shouting and killing, only to see white snowballs flying like meteors and exploding white flowers. Since the streets are covered with a lot of snow, the cars are slow and chained to prevent skidding.

In Riverside Park, the branches of the willow trees are covered with shiny silver streaks, and the pine trees are piled with fluffy snowballs. The small flowers that had withered in the flower bed bloomed again with white buds.

In the vegetable market, there are many fish frozen by the snow and thrown to the side of the road, and those who are not frozen are still breathing, some are still turning their white bellies, and those Chinese cabbages are thickly wrapped in snow, as if adding a bit of appropriateness to them.

Even though it was so cold today, it also brought me some interest, and I was singing, dancing and running on the road, and I was so happy.

Thank you Snow for bringing me joy! I want you to stay forever.

1.Winter days.

Speaking of winter, I suddenly think of tofu. It is a "small foreign pot" (aluminum pot) boiled tofu, which is hot. The water is rolling, like the eyes of many fish, and small pieces of tofu are raised in it, tender and smooth, like a white fox coat worn backwards.

The pot is on the "foreign stove" (kerosene stove without gas), and the stove is smoked to black and black, and the whiteness of the tofu is revealed. It was night, and the house was old, and although it was lit with "foreign lights", it was still dark. Sitting around the table were my father and my brother.

The stove was so high that my father had to get up often, tilt his face slightly, look at his eyes, reach into his chopsticks from the hot air, pick up the tofu, and put them in our soy sauce dish one by one. We sometimes do it ourselves, but the stove is so high that we can always sit back and enjoy it. It's not about eating, it's just playing.

My father said that it was cold at night, so everyone warmed up after eating. We all love this white water tofu; As soon as it was served, he stared at the pot, waiting for the heat, waiting for the tofu that fell from his father's chopsticks in the heat.

The twilight is vast and the sun is about to set. Before the sun had set in the west, the moon hurried in from the east.

The dark sky scattered petals, and it seemed to have a faint fragrance. The snow drifted leisurely, rendering the sky and the earth into a white expanse.

The snow like catkins, the snow like reeds, and the snow like light smoke, circulate, chase, when it comes, it is not clean, and when it falls, it is not shocked. The small hexagonal flowers are exquisitely clear, and none of them are the same. Carved in powder, but what artist can design such an intricate pattern?

Who carved such a detailed handicraft? Rather than a masterpiece of nature, I would rather believe that it is the tears of some fairy in the heavenly palace!

In the blink of an eye, the fir and pine trees have all turned into Qiongzhi Yuke. Yu Yang changed into the simple tunic that she had worn for a while, and Feng Lin took off the fiery red dress that she had been showing off for half a year.

Butterflies fluttered in the sky, and the earth replaced the freshly draped silk yarn with a sweater. I wanted to get out of the octagonal pavilion that had stood for a long time, and as soon as I arrived at the pavilion, I couldn't help but retract my feet. The crystal clear snowflakes sprinkled all over the ground, making me seem to have Daiyu "hoeing the flowers out of the embroidered curtain, and enduring the falling flowers to come and go."

mood. Of course, I am not Lin Daiyu, nor Li Qingzhao, otherwise, I will definitely fill in a new song and make a small song.

Standing on the top of the mountain, it seems that a little wind is blowing. The breeze is breezy and not cold. The snowflakes on the branches and roofs of the trees were now deftly whirling in the embrace of the wind, and they went to find other partners.

The inky black sky is adorned with a few full pearls, sometimes flashing with a soft brilliance, hazy, carrying many memories and yearning in the world. The Cher are not as deep as the stars, like diamonds, like ......By the way, it looks like fireflies, dotted with stars, shining with a blurry light, and it seems to reflect all the stars in the sky.

I don't know when, my clothes were covered with small snowflakes, and looking at them, I suddenly remembered an article written by Mr. Lu Xun. It was specifically written about snow, and I forgot the specific content, but I always remembered that snow was called the spirit of rain by Mr. Lu Xun. Think too, rain, that is, water; Is the snow melting?

It's spring. This may be the charm of snow! The snow will show the unpredictable, misty rain like flowers and no, it is a form more beautiful than flowers.

As long as you want, as long as the snowflakes don't break, you can take a closer look. What you admire is snow and rain. Gently shook off the silver white, and there was some reluctance in my heart, chasing it, surpassing it, step by step, and walking down the mountain.

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's not good, please bear with me.

Hehe, it's better to think about it yourself and write it yourself.

Write when you see snow.

Today, it's snowing.

It's snowing. This was the first snow in the second half of 2010.

Snowflakes fluttering, small snowflakes outside the window have descended on the sky, they sparkle, dancing lightly, floating in the air, like newborn white butterflies. I was captivated by the sight and walked out of the classroom to enjoy the snow. I reached out and caught a snowflake, and the crystal clear snowflake lay quietly in the warm palm of my hand, and before I could see what it looked like, it melted in the blink of an eye.

In a few moments, all these mischievous little snowflakes fell on my hair, and the white stood out more prominently in the black, as if a few diamonds were dotted on a black cloth.

Ah, it's finally snowing! The snow scene on campus is like a painting, a natural painting, a painting that only a master can paint. In the flower beds, the leaves of the pine trees and bushes are covered with a thick layer of white snow, as if white milk is peeking out of the green candy, and people want to go up and take a bite.

The snow on the roof also looked whiter, and it seemed to be thicker than on the leaves.

It's snowing, it's snowing! The children were so excited that they ran out of the classroom and jumped around in the snow. There are cute little footprints left in the snow, deep and shallow, and you can see how happy and excited they are!

yes, why am I upset? At this moment, I couldn't contain the excitement in my heart, and I picked up a snowball from the ground and played a snowball fight with my classmates.

Ah, this snow is so delightful and exciting! This snow is unforgettable, and people will always remember what it looked like.

One song on the Internet, not too much.

Just look at it, and of course be imaginative

Happy, happy Happy,?,,