Write an essay on campus snow in more than 400 words for fifteen minutes

Living in the north, if there is no snow in winter, you can't find the taste of winter. Finally, it snowed. Snowflakes flutter all over the sky, bringing people the taste of winter.

Before that, my classmates were talking to me about snowing, but I didn't expect much from it, because weather forecasts are sometimes deceptive.

But after the evening self-study, there were snowflakes in the sky. It started small, and after falling to the ground, it disappeared, leaving only the wet ground. But when we walked out of the classroom after school, the sight was stunning:

Snowflakes are clustered together in pairs, slowly drifting down, under the illumination of the street lamp, I can clearly see their figures, beautiful but not lack of artistic conception, this is the most beautiful gift of nature to people, to the earth.

It was a "warm" snow that didn't stop all night. In the early morning, the earth was covered in snow, and there was a thick layer of snow on the ground, and the street lamps shone and flickered. The campus has also become different, dressed in winter dress.

The usually green pines and cypresses also wear white clothes. The students rushed out of the classroom after class, carnivaling in the snow, one pulling one by one, several pulling one by one, sliding around. You chase after me, snowballs, snowball fights, snowballs flying, everyone's body, face, hair, and neck are full of snowflakes; But everyone's face was full of comfort.

Ten minutes between classes is so short. The classroom is different, and it is especially warm compared to the cold in the snow. The snow is falling outside the window, and the sound of books in the classroom is loud, and there is a real sense of "hard reading in the cold window".

Compared to the first snow of the year, this snow is also considered to be fun. It took two days in a row to stop. I thought that this snow was the end, but after a day, snowflakes fell again, and the prismatic snowflakes fell gently one by one.

By this time, the "wind and dust" on the pedestrians had already disappeared with the snowflakes, and we could not see the gray footprints, only the snow, only the white marks embedded in the snow.

It rained for two more days, and the snow finally stopped. The bell rang for the end of class, and the otherwise quiet campus boiled over. The teachers cautiously walked through the hallway into the office. The students also chased after and ran out of the classroom, once again throwing themselves into the arms of the snow, and the snow was also imprinted with a series of footprints.

This reminds me of the song: "White snowflakes fly all over the sky, white snow covers my campus, strolling along the path, footprints leave strings of footprints, some straight, some bent, some deep, some shallow......."Looking out the window, I couldn't help but wonder: Isn't this just like our path in life?