Essay on snow Ah, hurry, hurry

In the second class, we found that it was snowing, and the snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger, and many students were secretly looking out of the window. Finally waiting for the end of class, we couldn't wait to rush to the playground.

Snowflakes flutter and fall, like cute little dolls dancing in the air, they fly around freely, dyeing the world white! The trees are dressed in silver, and the branches are covered with fluffy snow babies. There is a snow blanket on the ground, and the little sparrows are jumping around in the snow as if they have painted a wonderful picture!

The roof is covered with a thick quilt, and it looks like a castle from a fairy tale. We ran in the snow, and mischievous little snowflakes floated around us, as if playing hide and seek with us!

The students were all having snowball fights and building snowmen on the playground, and everyone was shouting, shouting, laughing, and having fun! I really love this kind of snowy day, how I want to be a little snowflake flying in the air! The snowflakes flew in the air and melted when they fell to the ground, and what he had was the beauty of the moment, and some people said that no one would look at her for a quarter of an hour when the rainbow was long, yes.

It is because of her transience that she leaves a beautiful memory. Just like a woman's youth, as the years go by, all that remains is sighing.

Winter is still so pure and beautiful, I can't help but play in the snow.

I love snow, because its ice is clear and jade, like those innocent feelings in the brocade years. I once thought that if there was an afterlife, I would like to be a snowflake, and as soon as it falls, it will be a long time, and an amber will flow for years. --Inscription.

One early morning in early November, it was supposed to be the weekend, and I was supposed to be resting under the covers, and I got up early, which happened to usher in the first snow of the year.

Walking alone on the huge campus, I saw a few scattered figures. The weather in S City is unusually cold, so it is not surprising that this kind of "disappearing" scene will occur. The north wind tossed my hair, and the seemingly sturdy trees on both sides of the road began to tremble.

Do you feel cold too? I asked.

When I looked up, I saw the crystal snowflakes in the air fluttering and falling, like those pear petals when the spring breeze came overnight, like the catkins flying in March, and like the white dandelions scattered at the ends of the earth. In the wind, the snowflakes flapped their soft wings, like a group of light jade butterflies, dancing in the air. The white wings, plump and soft, faintly glowing with silver light, suddenly gave people the illusion that an angel had landed in the world.

I opened my palm and let this little innocence and whiteness kiss my skin, and in an instant, she condensed into a drop of warm water, revealing a crystal clear smile. "Do you feel my temperature? The corners of my mouth pulled out a graceful arc.

Looking back at the air again, the sky is full of poetry and all the elegance swept like a sea of flowers. Holding the Song Ci, I tasted a poem "Bodhisattva Man" by Li Qingzhao describing the snow: "The sound of Guihong is broken, and the snow falls from the back window and the smoke goes straight to .......""Reverie was born immediately, but I couldn't bear to let the snow carry too much melancholy.

I just want to compare her to the fairy of the man dance in the sky, wearing a dance skirt flowing in the wind, taking a piece of tenderness in full bloom in the world, storing a petal of fragrance permeating the soul, and dancing with life to the pure, simple, steadfast, and romantic ...... in the rolling red dust

A flying bird, across the sky, swept over the deep blue, as if it can pick up a handful of clouds to bathe in the rain and wind, can pull a snowflake to bathe and change clothes. The clouds are the drifting flowers, and the snow is the rain in winter, and when it falls, it will be drunk with a clear and beautiful heart.

On the road of life, there are always some beautiful encounters, just like the holiness and immaculate of the snow in this early winter. Those young faces in my memory are the most beautiful experiences in my life. The words of cutting ice and snow, leaving fragrance on lips and teeth, green waves from hibiscus, and divine light clutching, reflecting a picture of a clear soul.

The days that have passed together are like old wine, and the longer the time, the easier it is to get drunk with tonight's dreams. Remember? After three years of getting along day and night, we rejoiced together and cried together.

The sun and rain in March are flying lightly, the goose-yellow spring grass is confiding in our hearts, and the red flag is fluttering in our laughter, as if it is like the sky loudly announcing our unique golden years.

The most heart-warming thing is the first ray of sunshine in the morning; The clearest and cleanest is the first spring water of dawn; The purest and most touching thing is the friendship that is as innocent as snow. In the passing years, I don't expect to be a returnee in the sound of your clattering horses' hooves, and I am not willing to be a passer-by who meets in Pingshui, but I only wish to meet you in the deepest part of the red dust.

When the snowflakes like catkins and reeds outside the window are falling from the sky one after another, when the earth is decorated with snowflakes like a white carpet, standing by the window and looking at them, I will feel a lot of feelings: they make me happy, even if I encounter something unpleasant, I will feel very happy.

You shouldn't rely on other people's help, use your own brain, I know you'll be disappointed when you see me, but I still support my own opinion.

Writing an essay before and after the snow?

Came and went and clucked and monitored.