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Some people like the spring when the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, some people like the summer when the sun is scorching, and some people like the cloudless autumn, but I like the snowy winter, and I like the white and pure snowflakes in winter. This is not a cheat, the snowflake girl is in people's great expectations, at the beginning of spring, walking lightly and slowly walking.
I was resting when I heard a cheer outside, and my curiosity was drawn out of the room by the cheer - "O! That's great! The snowflake fairy has descended!
The silver-white snow floated leisurely, rendering the sky and the earth into a white expanse, like an endless field, as far as the eye could see. The snow is falling, and people seem to have come to a crystal clear, fairytale-like world. The thin, fluffy snowflakes seemed to be brave heavenly soldiers, dressed in silver armor, marching majestically and vigorously towards the earth.
When the snow first began to fall, it was small, thin, and soft, and it seemed that a fragile and beautiful girl had crept into the world to show people her beautiful demeanor. The fluttering snow, like cotton wool, like reed flowers, and like the fluffy seeds of dandelions, fluttered, swirled, and fluttered in the wind. Beautiful snowflakes linger around people for a long time, reluctant to leave.
The pace of pedestrians on the road has also slowed down, and they have reveled in the beautiful snowy scenery. Seeing this, I can't help but sigh: how sacred and intoxicating the white snowflakes are!
The snow is getting heavier and heavier. The fluffy snow fell slowly from the air, as if some god had spread a duck down quilt in the sky that leaked from Buchun Cave. The heavy snow rendered the entire ground white, and was trampled on so firmly that it froze into ice, which looked like snow but not snow.
Sometimes, footprints appear on the thin layer of snow that has just fallen on the ice. Large and small, more or less, it seems to add some beautiful embellishments to the silver-white garments of the earth, which is very beautiful. The white snow, under the reflection of the sun, shines with dazzling brilliance, illuminating people's hearts.
I love white snowflakes, I love beautiful snow, and I love snowy winter!
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Early morning. The sun is shining. Air new shoes.
The birds in the trees are singing. Butterflies on the flowers are dancing. The willow trees are reflected on the edge of the lake.
It seems that she is grooming her beautiful long hair. Flower. Grass, echoing each other.
It makes people feel like they are in a beautiful landscape painting, and the clouds in the sky swim in the clear blue sky, and the sky corresponds to each other, which makes people yearn for it but cannot reach it. A gentle breeze brushed her cheeks. She was so gentle.
She came quietly. It is also quietly going. Waving the sleeves gives people infinite reverie.
The sun is still so dazzling. But it's that golden sun. It warms people's hearts.
Golden sunlight shone over the earth. Sprinkle it in the field. The golden wheat is particularly beautiful and scattered on the sea.
The blue sea is extraordinarily wide
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