Facing the snow, I want to recite some poems I have learned, but I can't remember them. It seems that what nature has given us cannot be expressed in words. Although I can't say it, I can listen, listen to the sound of snow.
It was snowing heavily, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, flying or hovering, or falling straight and quickly, laying on the ground. At this moment, everything is beautiful, a person is silent, standing at the window, but the laughter of those snowflakes echoes in my ears. I can hear their joy.
Before the snow stopped, the children couldn't help coming out to play and have snowball fights. Although it was still snowing, they had a good time regardless of their parents' opposition, full of childhood joy. Snow lets us roll them into fluffy snowballs and then throw them at each other. Although his body was smashed everywhere, they never complained. Give us happiness is its happiness. It warms our hearts with its unique language, and I can hear the sound.
Snow is a good sign for a good year, and it should be a good sign for a year on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month. Snowflakes fall slowly, accompanied by firecrackers, giving people joy. I like to watch the snow quietly, watch the snow fall quietly, and listen to the faint sound of snow, I will feel very peaceful and happy. I saw a group of children having a snowball fight, dodging left and right on the road. I saw a layer of snow covering the young leaves on the lawn, protecting them. I can hear their voices proud of taking on this important task.
The pure snow on the ground bathed in sunshine and enjoyed the last moment of joy. Are they crying for dying lives? No, they are laughing and proud. They finished their task and spread the joy to the world. They gave their lives and played their strengths. They are great, and I can hear the happiness in their lives.
When it snows again, let's stand by the window and listen to a life legend.
This is the first snow in winter and the first snow in 2005.
At six o'clock in the morning, I just got up and heard my father say it was snowing outside! Hearing this, I quickly ran out of the window and looked, ah! I saw a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth, and snowflakes were falling from the sky, as if a white tent had been pulled up all around, and the earth was immediately wrapped in silver. I can't help but think of a poem, "Like spring breeze, night comes and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". How beautiful!
Snow is as white as jade. Is it General Xiaotian sent by the Heavenly Palace or the jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing with ecstasy; Like a dandelion blown off; Like flying; Like a little white flower given by an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering leisurely, gently Ying Ying, is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the earth! I saw the snow in front of me as naughty as a butterfly, falling under the eaves for a while, falling on the branches for a while, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time.
You see, people in the snow, no, are energetic students, chasing, running, jumping and laughing, standing side by side with pine trees. It snowed even harder, and it turned into goose feather snow. My classmates and I walked out of the classroom and ran to the playground. No matter how cold the weather is and how heavy the snow is, we don't care even if the snow hits our warm faces heavily, because we are so happy and happy! You can have a snowball fight and make a snowman.
Snow is the messenger of winter, especially the first snow, which indicates the arrival of winter. I love snowflakes because they are beautiful, pure and selfless, and can bring joy to the earth.
Snowflakes fall silently (reproduced)
Shuguang Middle School (1) Class Hulala
The day is like night, and the computer lights are shining with dust. I opened a space at will, waiting for the empty screen to be filled with noisy words. While waiting, I closed my sour eyes, as if I wanted to wait until the moment when inspiration flew down.
A sad song began to play, which suddenly reminded me of the days when I licked my wounds alone. Oh, actually, now I am often awakened by those internal injuries. The wild horse of thought meekly sniffed the wind chimes made of shells hanging on the wall. The salty sea breeze Buddha rang, and the quiet touch woke up in my ear. During the Mercedes-Benz journey, between songs, I woke up, rubbed my eyes and returned to reality. The name of that space is black love ... black, just like this increasingly dark house, I gradually became a shadow in it. I sighed like an illusion and was silent. I became a reed in the evening, never waiting for the opposite side.
Looking up at the window, I accidentally saw a snowflake, one, two, three, four ... only falling, not flying. Go and see the snow. Maybe I should cherish the last gift this winter, the last broken willow. Many snowflakes and their shadows cover the sun, which makes me feel that day is a part of night.
I came to the window with a cup of green tea in my hand. Open the window, there are flowers, lonely and warm, blooming in the condensation at hand. One snowflake after another passed through the billowing smoke in the cup, dancing to the source of tea fragrance, burning the white wedding dress, leaving only a few ink marks in the cup. Who dances with the feeling of losing ink when dancing on the tip of this knife?
Twilight falls in silence. Snow has ulterior motives for warmth, so she deciphered Jiang Chunshui with her life. Home or escape? I desperately recall the time I deliberately omitted, just like criticizing this white lotus in my palm. Lonely and defeated, sadness breaks into a lotus. Snow-white snow sets off my black shadow-new snow covers old snow. Looking back, who can catch all the fly ash feathers overhead? Who can get rid of the dust of past lives? Who can say that he is not a nostalgic person? I swallowed the herbal tea that had been suppressed for a long time, forgot the delicious food, and turned around and escaped from the memory trap buried for myself. Pat the snowflake, but end in dew. ...
I still can't get over it.
Pick a snowflake and make a dried flower. Save it for this time next year. ......
Oh, the snow in the south (figure)
A girl intoxicated by snow
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( 1)
Early in the morning, I was reading English words. Inadvertently looked up and found that the glass window was foggy, blurring the line of sight. I brushed it gently with my hand, and my vision was very clear. Seeing the light snow falling outside the window, I was inexplicably excited. I heard that it snowed in Wuhan the other day. It's a pity that I am in Kunming, the spring city, where it snows. I can only see a bright red sun hanging in the sky.
(2)
Look, what a lovely Cher baby! Although the snow is not big, it really makes me feel the charm of winter in the south. Snowflakes, piece by piece, piece by piece, slowly drifted to the ground, as if I hadn't stayed in the sky enough. After falling to the ground, Chery seemed to be frightened and all disappeared. Seeing such a scene, I can't help feeling sorry. How I wish Cher would accumulate more and more. I feel like I'm in heaven. I think, maybe all the children in the south have the same wish as me! Unfortunately, this wish sometimes takes a year to realize, and sometimes it takes several years to realize.
(3)
When I wrote this paragraph, I suddenly found that the snow had stopped. Alas, the snow in the south is really "in a hurry"! It stopped, leaving me a space for infinite reverie. ...
(4)
Although this snow is not like what I imagined, "the mountains, rivers, trees and houses are covered with a thick layer of snow, and everything has become a world of powder and makeup", at least my heart has fluctuated in the United States, and the good mood of the day has started since early morning!
(5)
Snow is sacred, and people always regard it as the embodiment of purity and kindness. Although the snow in the south is short-lived, it is timely. "The heavy snow in winter can freeze some overwintering pests to death, and the snow water penetrates deep into the soil, which can also meet the needs of crop growth." These are all what I learned from the text "The First Snow". It seems that this snow is still the hero of farmers' uncles! I am so happy when I think that 2006 is another bumper year.
This beautiful snow has purified the world, and I hope it can also purify the human mind! "May everyone's heart be as pure as snow, and God is in heaven, bless world peace and joy!" I whispered.
※ postscript
I like sunshine as much as I like snow. This is an article I borrowed from the snow to relax. It is not long, only 600 words, but it is my understanding and love for snow.
Author: mountain spring
The second snow since winter, winter snow, makes people feel that there is only one word-cold. The earth is silvery white and clean, but snowflakes still fall from the sky like catkins, cotton and goose feathers. I have no intention of knowing each other. I dance all over the world. Some people may say it's watching snow, but you can't listen to words. Yes, snow is silent, but it is this silence that is better than any sound in the world. Listening to the winter snow, what you hear is that indifference and tranquility. Listening to snow should be in the snow, stepping on snow, snow around the body, listening to snow in the heart, snow seeping into the heart. The vastness of heaven and earth and the thinness of individuals make it a permanent China ink painting. The realm of harmony between man and nature makes people sublimate from the earth and sublimate into a piece of purity. Thanks to Cang Xie, who wrote a word for us, the word "snow" fell down bit by bit, flying all over the sky, and everything was like snow.
Tonight, my family has already gone to sleep. I am in a quiet room, listening to the snow outside the window and holding a roll of poetry with orange lights in my hand. A heart that has become rough in the noise of the city is slowly quiet and delicate. The poetic lines gradually gathered and sublimated, and the literati with thick ink and elegant books walked out of the paper, one by one, into the snow and into my quiet dream tonight. .