snow

Snow is the rain of winter.

People always compare spring rain to a beautiful girl. Xia Yu is a passionate and progressive person. Autumn rain is an old man who has experienced vicissitudes. Then, what about snow?

In my eyes, snow is a pure child. After a new cycle, it will begin with the original innocence.

In the winter, I look forward to snow, maybe it is rare, but it is also because of the special love for snow.

Yeah! I don't know when, maybe it is a night full of stars, he has come. The snow came, and he sprinkled his curiosity about the world and his purity to the earth.

At dawn, the window was opened, and a large white color came into view. It was covered with silver everywhere, and the dead wood was covered with silver flowers, so that a powdery jade ice world! I don't want to put on my coat. I just ran out of the door in a small shirt and took a handful of snow. The eyes were full of surprises. But there are some regrets. I didn’t see the scene when it snowed. The stars and snow are lining up. What kind of beauty should it be?

People have come out to play, whether it is adults or children. People are playing snowballs and snowballs, and they are very happy. What about snow? He is also laughing with people!

The snow on the street was dark, and I was so sad, but what about it?

However, how hot snow is pure, he does not like to be a little dirty, and soon he melts.

Spring is coming, but snow seems to be too early to disappoint spring. He is floating in the sky again. This is the last snow.

The snow was soaring underground, I stared at the snow and enjoyed the last snow. I reached out and caught a piece of snow: still so naughty, I disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Cangsong knots Yurui, Xinliu hangs silver flowers." This kind of beauty, this year is no longer seen. Liu Yeer seems to be blaming snow: Why not let me grow fast? The snow smiled slyly: Let me stay with you for the last time.

Pure is very valuable, snow is precious, and children are the same. Childhood, this time is very short, then, what reason do we have no reason to miss, not obsessed with this time?

I hung a snowflake pendant on the bed to commemorate the snow that passed.

The third day: Qin Shuo