Snow author Henan Hongli School Wang Xiaolong

Xuehe South Hongli School Seventy-five classes Wang Hao Long Xue, white, innocent, pure and kind. It has no bright flowers; there is no lubrication of the mirror; there is no flash of stars. But God gave it a white dress.

Yesterday, a few snowflakes floated in the sky, and like a fairy flower, I was scared and curious from the sky and came to the world. In recent years, people have almost forgotten the appearance of snow. Yesterday, a man with snow and snow seemed to have a dream, dreaming that the fairy had snowflake to report good news to people.

Look, the snow fluttered in the air, and the companion who took it danced. With the gravity thrown into the arms of the mother of the earth, the mother of the earth seemed to smile, and spread her arms and dragged them with the power of love.

I also shouted and shouted, desperately rushing into the snow, holding a few snowflakes with my hands, and for a while, the snowflakes were gone, I was gone, I was in a hurry, I could not find it. Suddenly, the teacher’s words were lingering in the ear: "The power of love is endless, endless, and the place of love will be full of warmth..." My hand began to heat up. It turned out that the power of love melted the snow. , melted into my body and gave me a magical warmth.

Some people feel sad because they can't finish their work because of heavy snow; but I am different, I like the season of snow, and I like the soul of snow.

The snow in the sky is raging, fast and fast, but the dust can't reach it. Some snowflakes do not know whether they are afraid or surprise, and they are closely condensed with their companions, as if they are connecting the vast land and the boundless sky; connecting unity and separation; connecting nature with the human heart.

Although the snow is small, it is as clean as a jade, as flawless as jade; it has no stain like white porcelain; but it is not shallow and contains an infinite rhyme.

How many verses depicting snow, how much praise has been brought to the snow, just as the "big poems" written by the ginseng "suddenly come like a spring breeze, thousands of trees and pears bloom." I also added a little love to the snow.

I admire the simple kindness of snow. I yearn for the beauty and tenderness of snow. I admire the spirit of snow and fear of the cold. I like snow, I am snowing, I love snow more.

First day: National Training Program