Fragments of snow or fog scenes, essays are also OK, and they are not allowed to be repeated and dig

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.

Snow, like wisps of feathers sprinkled on the world; and like white flowers adorning withered branches; It is more like layers of white carpets that lightly drape the earth. Snow, pure, white. Not long ago, I saw the beauty of this world.

That morning, just after breakfast, I casually glanced out the window and exclaimed, "It's snowing!" "I saw the goose-feather snow falling.

The branches of the trees were white, the roofs were white, and even the umbrellas of the pedestrians were white, like white satin. Look, the clusters of snowflakes seem to have been sown by the fairy, slowly falling, white as silver, clean as jade. "Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.

I looked at the "pear blossoms" everywhere, and I couldn't wait to get dressed and fly like a bird to the white world.

The snow was still falling one after another, as if someone had accidentally broken the jade bottle containing the white sugar, and it kept falling on me, hitting my head, and sprinkling it in my mouth.

The path is covered with snow, and it is as comfortable to step on as if you were walking on a woolen carpet. I walk where no one has ever walked, like painting on a blank piece of paper.

Snow falls on everyone's body and warms everyone's heart. Snow always makes people return to their innocence and reminisce about their childhood. People, back to nature in the snow.

How can this dynamic picture be adjusted on the painter's palette? This snow is so transparent, it has a pure beauty, pure beauty, how can it not make people fascinated!

The white snow has transformed the roads into a silvery white world, and the sky is full of life. Some people are having snowball fights; Some people are clearing the snow; Some people are building snowmen ......This vitality makes everyone feel relaxed and refreshed!

Ruixue Mega Year. "Next year, it must be a prosperous scene!