Soft little snowflakes drifted down. Gradually, the snowflakes became bigger, thicker and dense.
Snowflakes are simple and unadorned. Snowflakes never care about fame and wealth. They are simple and happy. That is the spirit of snowflakes.
Such a beautiful snowscape, such a charming moonlight, is really unforgettable. But maybe I’m too passionate. Alas, when will the butterfly fly fly in its dream and return at night?
Snowflakes are white and pure. They make the earth pure and beautiful. I have a feeling that snow not only makes everything pure, but also makes people’s hearts as beautiful and pure as it.
Once, we agreed to bathe in the first snow of this winter. Although the first snow came a little late, it still came, but you disappeared. Our agreement was stranded in the years.
Look! What a beautiful snowflake! At first scattered, small, light and soft, as if the noble white swan gently shaking its wings, a piece of fluff drifting down.
The snow finally stopped, the vast fields were white, the houses and mountains were covered with silver. Snow, like a group of soft goose feathers, stirred up a chaotic beach in the daytime, and spread out extraordinarily flat.
The glittering snowflakes fell on the palm of my hand. They looked transparent. Slowly, they melted.
Drunken eyes of floating life, sea like waves, heart like bright moon, snow like a gift from heaven. You are enchanting, I am companion, never abandon! How many degrees of frost can spring flowers withstand? Who will share the cold light with autumn moon?
In the evening, large snowflakes floated down from the dark sky. All of a sudden, mountains, fields and villages were covered in the heavy snow in the white.
The snow on the roadside and sidewalk has melted. Only the roof of the back sun has residual snow, like wearing a white cap.
Under the clear sky, snowflakes fly in the sky, like countless snow elves dancing in the air. Look, they are laughing so happily, as if they are swearing to people that they will not be sad this winter.
The snowfall is bigger and bigger, like torn cotton floss, slowly drifting. It landed on the grass roof and on the branches of the road. Soon the ground was covered with snow and turned into a vast expanse of white.
If there’s someone who belongs to my destiny, I really hope that person is you. Because no one likes you better than I do, I just hope you can see through it.
Snowflakes are as light as smoke, as pure as jade, as white as silver, floating and sprinkling, falling from the sky, kissing the long-gone earth.
The snow on the sidewalk beside the highway has melted. Only the roof of the back sun has residual snow, like wearing a white cap.
Pines stand green in the white snow, swaying with the severe northwest wind, making a sharp and harsh whistle, as if intentionally contemptuous of winter.
The scenery in the snow is magnificent, the sky and the earth are all the same, only a piece of silver can be seen, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.
Rain is the tear of the heart; snow is the cold heart, but can not bear to lose the soft, but condensate the sadness.
By the side of the road, snow covered the pavement with white quilts, which left a string of footprints. Snow-white cloaks the trees and makes them more powerful.
A flick of a finger never returns. In the snowy night, the moonlight seems a little dim, and the lights outside the window are not as bright as before. Only I am still like this, enjoying the beauty of the night and savoring the fragrance of the night.
Outside the window, snowflakes were flying like hundreds of butterflies, rushing towards the window glass, bumping skinningly on the glass, and flying to one side.
I thought of the mountains in the distance, the snow covering her gentle undulating curve, wrapping her in plain silver. If you go to the mountains and enjoy the snow, it would be like entering the fairy tale world!
I recognized that the footprints glittering in the snow were poems, and the dim and rigid road trampled on was prose. Snow falling on trees is not grafting, but moulding. The world covered with snow gauze finally appears outline.
The snowflakes were dancing in the air, flying, hovering, falling straight and fast, and laying on the ground.
Snow, how big! The ground was white, but the snow was still falling, like fairies scattering flowers. Look at the snow, like white clouds, like cotton. It is so white, so dazzling.
Snow fairy, you always come quietly and go in a hurry. You leave the beautiful snowflakes on earth and bring warmth to the crops. You are so pure and selfless. I praise your noble character from the bottom of my heart.
Walking in the quiet snow, people seem to hold their breath deep in the ocean and feel they are submerging. When you walk into the open snow, you suddenly find the world’s yardstick: your own footsteps.
In the cold wind, snow falls lightly from the sky, like a rain filament. A gust of wind, like fine salt sprinkled into the sky, flying all over the sky, decorated the whole city into a fairy-tale world of ice and snow.
Snow fairies are waving their sleeves heartily; in the drifting and scattering playing, heaven, earth, rivers and mountains are pure and clean, without mud.
I gaze at the sky, close my eyes, let the snow linger with me tenderly, as if I heard the snow singing gently in my ears, as if I heard the music from the distant sky.
Suddenly a snow drift so pure, in an instant all the dreams have been disillusioned, frozen the deadline of love but let the pain become forever.
Around the mountains layers of pine branches, wearing a very thick white velvety snow, sinking, from time to time fell a pair of palm-sized snow blocks, silently piled on the snow.
After the snow, the continuous snow decorating the world, Qiongzhi Yuye, powder-coated jade, Haoran uniform, is a happy scene of the rich years of Ruixue.
Snowflakes were flying in succession, falling from the air all the time. In the meantime, mixed with some small ice particles, and the water on the ground after convergence, gradually condensed into a thin layer of ice.
The deciduous willows were covered with bright silver strips of fur; the evergreen pines and cypresses in winter and summer were covered with fluffy snowballs.
I gaze at the sky, close my eyes, let the snow linger with me tenderly, as if I heard the snow singing gently in my ears, as if I heard the music from the distant horizon.
Snow, gently over my cheeks, looking forward to the snowy calm and joy, really appear, only to understand that happiness is a kind of satisfaction gathered together, perhaps this moment is the extraordinary enchantment in their hearts!
You leave the beautiful snowflakes on earth and bring warmth to the crops. You are so pure and selfless. I praise your noble character from the bottom of my heart.
White snow, I love you, I love your purity. You decorate the earth in silver, how beautiful you decorate it.
Snowflakes are as elegant as butterflies and as white as dandelions. It’s so beautiful!
The earth is white and clean, and the snow is still like willow catkins, cotton, goose feathers floating from the sky.
Snowflakes fell on the trees and dressed them up. Snowflakes fall on people. People seem to be standing on the ground like a snowman. Snowflakes fell on the ground, forming a thick layer, like a white carpet.
After a short walk, the hot air from his mouth and nostrils condensed into a layer of frost, frozen around his leather cap, like a silver helmet on his red face.
Outside the window, the snowflakes are still floating softly. I close my eyes slightly and don’t think about anything. I listen to the sound of the snowflakes quietly, just want to get some peace in my restless heart.
Snowflakes, you are a group of flying jade butterflies; Snowflakes, you are the angel from heaven, sprinkle white on the earth; Snowflakes, you are shining stars in the blue sky.
Snowflakes are white and pure. It makes the earth pure and beautiful. I have a feeling that snow not only makes everything pure, but also makes people’s mind as beautiful and pure as it.
Snowflakes are the representatives of the holy purity of the world. I like snowflakes, like its crystal clear, like its flawless white.
Snow, like cotton floss, like reeds, like dandelion’s fluffy seeds, flies in the wind.
In the evening, large snowflakes floated down from the dark sky. Suddenly, mountains, rivers, fields and villages were all shrouded in the snow.