Spring snow

Spring snow, there is no winter snow, no winter snow, no winter snow. Snow, under the silence. It's soft and cool, giving us a hint of surprise. It is spring, and the next snow is counted as treasure.

I saw that the snow under the hustle and bustle, soft and slippery, not sticky. If the girl does not apply powder. The hand that springs and pulls spring comes to us. Take a piece of snow from the girl's white skirt and make it into a ball. Gently take a sip of heat. Immediately, a few drops of sputum flow from the finger sew, cool, and use a finger to dig a small hole in the snowball. In a short while, the small hole is full of water, doubt? Oh! It turned out that the snow melted into water and became more clear and clear.

When I got home, I put a red hand on the radiator with the temperature. "嗖" - a warmth rushed to my heart and looked out of the window inadvertently. The glass window is foggy and can't be seen, but it also sees the proud appearance of Chunxue and the indescribable beauty.

This is the beautiful snow. This is the beauty of the snow.

The third day: watermelon watermelon,