Fairy tale essay I am a snowflake 600 words

There are many wonderful things in the world, some real, some false, some imaginary. If it were me, I would prefer to be an unknown snowflake that no one cares about. Because I have a renewed understanding of snow.

If I were a snowflake, then I would be born hexagonal, like an icy flower. I don't know which skilled craftsman has carved the white jade so charmingly? I should be thankful for the craftsmanship of nature.

We are flying all over the sky, like catkins in spring. I saw that we were also in a variety of postures on the branches, some like cotton balls, and some like fluffy and shiny silver flowers. On the road, we formed a jade belt and stretched into the distance.

Yes! How beautiful the world is decorated by us.

Suppose I were a snowflake. I would pour into the children's hands with my peers or fall to the ground to form a snow blanket. The naughty children stepped on our bodies and left exquisite little footprints on us, line by row, column by column, so cute!

Some of the children threw us in balls and at the children opposite, and as soon as we touched the children's shirts, they shattered like glass on the ground. Not to be outdone, the "wounded" child grabbed us and went to heaven. Oh!

Someone was "shot" again, and soon, we hung up the child's playfulness and couldn't take it back.

Suppose I were a snowflake. I would float to the sleeping fields and form a thick quilt with my companions to keep the wheat seedlings out of the field. There's a saying that's well said:

This year, I will cover three more layers of quilts, and sleep with steamed buns next year. This means that if there is a snow this year, there will be a good wheat harvest next year. People also came up with a nice name for us:

Auspicious snow. As long as we have a snow here in the winter, the farmer will be holding a big bundle of wheat next year and laughing! When the spring girl arrives, the earth will slowly wake up, and we will gradually melt into water under the warm spring light.

But the first sip of water that the thirsty earth drinks is made of our snow, and the first water that flows into the stream is also made from our snow.

I really want to be a snowflake because it always silently devotes itself, although it will eventually melt and it will not be praised by others, but it still persistently falls to the earth every winter, never stopping. I love the snowflake, its delicate appearance, and its obscure and selfless dedication.

Hopefully.

Goose goose goose.

I am a snowflake, I am very white and crystalline, all snowflakes are not as beautiful as me. And, because of my beauty, I have attracted a lot of evil.

I will, quietly, silently, descend from the sky to the earth, and fall in a forest. The next morning, a little squirrel spotted me, and he exclaimed, "What a white snowflake!"

So, he ran all over the forest and told all the animals that --- on his doorstep, there was a snowflake in the whitest place in the world!

All the animals cast envious glances at me, including my kind. Gradually, some of my kind became jealous of me, and they cursed me: "You will be blown away by the wind and leave this place forever!"

Sure enough, its curse worked, and I was blown away by the wind and blown to a little girl's windowsill.

At this time, I had no friends, and some of my kind ignored me.

It was a little girl who spotted me and exclaimed, "How beautiful are these snowflakes!" ”

I am a little snowflake, pure and unblemished, from the mysterious heavens, a spirit sent by God to bring happiness to mankind. I am a little snowflake, floating from the sky to the ground, let the wind and rain hit, let the thunder and frighten, wearing a white gauze robe, no matter what the odds are, I float to the ground with all my heart. I am a little snowflake, decorated with a fairy tale of happiness, still pure and flawless.

I'm a little snow copied flower.

I am a little snowflake, pure and unblemished, from the mysterious heavens, a spirit sent by God to bring happiness to mankind.

I am a little snowflake, floating from the sky to the ground, let the wind and rain hit, let the thunder and frighten, wearing a white gauze robe, no matter what the odds are, I float to the ground with all my heart.

I am a little snowflake, decorated with a fairy tale of happiness, still pure and flawless.

I am a small snowflake, fluttering down from the high end of the clouds, falling on the branches, blooming a pear blossom. I floated down on the roof, and the roof was dressed in silver and white makeup. I floated down in the field, and I covered the wheat field with soft cotton wool.

I floated down on the mountains, and the mountains were covered with a beautiful white veil. I fell to the earth, and the earth became white and immaculate. Yes!

I'm a little snowflake that flies freely, with dreams -- through the sky, over the mountains, fluttering, decorated with white fairyland and fairy tales.