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"Spring Snow in Qinyuan".
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The snow is drifting up, look! Patches of white snowflakes flutter in the wind, swaying and colorful, like goose feathers and catkins. Snow, it's so beautiful!
Crystal bright, graceful, like little stars falling into the world, and like six-petal plum blossoms swirling and falling. Snow, as soft as clouds, as white as jade. Crystal clear snowflakes flutter in the sky, the streets are sprinkled with snow, and the houses are covered with snow.
The whole earth turned into a silvery-white world.
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When that unexpected snowflake, like a beautiful chapter, layer upon layer, fluttering, I only have a dusty joy in my heart, like a reunion, gently knocking on the door of the years, the story that was once as plain as water, burned out the candle flame of the case, and lit up the yellowed book in my hand.
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The beautiful passage to write about snow is as follows:
1. Snow, no matter how beautiful it is, will melt one day. Fireworks, no matter how beautiful they may be, will disappear. What will never disappear is only the slightly sad moment in my memory.
2. Snow, your external elegance and inner nobility, all give people a kind of enjoyment, endless regret and thoughts. Ahh You are as white as angel's wings and as pure as a baby's heart.
Thou hast come all over the earth and have selflessly covered all things; You came quietly, silently giving birth to spring! You are pure, you are selfless! Pure, pure snowflakes!
I praise you from the bottom of my heart! I really want to shout to the whole world, "I love you!" Winter snow!
3. Snow covered the roofs and roads, crushed the branches, hid the appearance of various objects, blocked the roads and traffic, and the snow flakes flying all over the sky made the heaven and earth dissolve into a white one.
4. Snowflakes are getting denser and denser, scattered endlessly in the air. The community is filled with countless hexagonal elves that look like flowers and butterflies, they moisten everything silently, and dress up the community with a delicate magic wand, and the naughty elves are unrestrained, happily and cheerfully performing an excellent dance in the air, perhaps because of Bihong who has been in the heavenly palace for a long time, they seem to release the energy of the whole body, rendering everything.
5. As far as the eye can see, some snowflakes hang down like meteors; Some of the snow was as light as the wind, as white as the veil, fluttering and swaying; There are also snowflakes like silver beads, and like small raindrops and willow flowers, exquisitely clear, pink carved jade, white as jade, have hung up the white vast snow curtain for us.
6. The snow stopped, the sun came out, and ten thousand golden rays shone on the vast snow, making people unable to open their eyes. The children had a good time, they built snowmen and had snowball fights on the snow, and the colorful down jackets looked particularly bright and dazzling on the snow. People ran out of their houses to enjoy the beautiful scenery after the snow, and everyone happily said, "It's snowing, and next year will be another good year!"
7. I love snow, I love snow, and I love winter even more. Winter is the ring of the mind. Winter, although very cold, has an incomparable warmth and hope.
8. I love the purity of winter snow. There is one thing that has always been difficult for me on a snowy day. There was a thick layer of snow on the ground, and I pushed open the door, and how to take the first step became the most difficult thing for me.
9. I grew up in the north and have always loved snow. The poem that the teenager likes to recite, "Because of the lack of poetry and the quiet swallow spirit, so he walks to the ice sky" is still fresh in his memory.
10. The goose-feather-like snowflakes continue to fall, weaving a curtain of snow in the sky. Like catkins, as white as silver, as moist as jade, one by one, one by one, one after another, fluttering, fluttering, flashing with cold silver light. Is it a little angel sent by God?
There are still people who scatter countless transparent white pear petals in the sky.
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