snow

It was snowing this morning. A piece of white outside the window, it seems that all the scenery is covered by her.

Snow - an unpredictable human best, I don't know if this is God's praise, or a meaningless mood.

I took the freshly brewed coffee, leaning against the railing at the window and looking at her outside. She is so beautiful, she is so happy and so sad. Beauty is because of her color, happiness is because she is flying to release the anger of her heart, sad, maybe not suitable. But she was thrown into the sky by a grain of grain and seemed to be a "waste."

I looked into the distance, a house that was not demolished, and a small tree with no long leaves, which made me awe. They are so stubborn and persistent, and they are so fragile and mournful. This made me have to think that snow is so cold and ruthless.

She was big again, and the team was smashed by the north wind.

I am a little sad for them. In our opinion, she is so beautiful and so pure. But she is nothing but a scrap that has been made a fortune. They are so rushed, and they are so invisible. She was very insecure and couldn't help but hurry to find a good item to let her lie on it and snuggle up.

The wind is getting bigger and bigger. Snow seems to have obeyed his command. He is tortured and destroyed in his hands. The wind has the right to control the snow. He likes this power very much and let the snow do bad things. Let the dry places not snow, so that there is a lot of snow in the cold places. The wind is so irritating, the bikers can't wait to destroy the wind, but the wind has their favorite snow, so the matter is stranded.

Is it snowing outside or snowing? It is said that spring has a cold spring, but this movement is a bit too big... let us feel like it is back to the winter, the bitter cold, biting cold.

All kinds of beautiful flowers are silent in this tormented weather, and they dare not compete. Is this still spring? Maybe the spring in Beijing will always be like this. It will always be a strong wind and a heavy snow. Let us not feel the warmth and embarrassment of Jiangnan. I seem to have begun to hate this kind of snowy life, always making my head back. But what is the solution? I also seem to love this kind of weather, so beautiful.

Snow - she is melancholy in front of me;

Snow - she is deeply in front of me.

Tongzhou District, Tongzhou District, Beijing, the third day: Li Shuangqi