The "three" field snow in 2019

This winter, there is very little snow, but today there is a snow that has a deep meaning. The snow-like snow is flying like a jade, as white as silver, light like smoke, soft like catkins, and swaying Floating down from the clouded sky. The trees and houses are covered with silver, and the ground is covered with thick white snow, which covers the entire land.

A large piece of snowflake like a thousand white butterflies flying in the sky, amazing! I reached out to pick up the snow and saw the snow falling into my hands. I was so happy, but when I just retracted my hand, it turned, how is it so shy? The snow is getting bigger and bigger, but the snow is getting smaller and smaller. I saw the dense snowflake playing with the children, and they all floated down and gave a slight rustling sound, like countless silkworms eating mulberry leaves. However, some small snowflakes are not willing to land, and they will come to the "inverted green onion" for a while, and then straight into the sky like an airplane.

At this time, the snow flakes, like the spring catkins, are constantly dancing, in addition to the sea of ​​waves, the entire hills and pine forests have become an infinitely quiet and beautiful silver-white world. On the pine branches, high and low, they hold small snowflakes, and the sea breeze blows, and quietly falls to the ground or other branches.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and a large number of large snowflakes are falling down. That snow is so big! Like goose feathers, like cotton wool. The snow is so dense, like pulling a big snow curtain from heaven to earth. How nice is the snowflake! Just like a white butterfly gently flaps its wings and flies down. The wind was rolling over the snow, and the sky was overwhelming. The earth has become a silver-white world. Thousands of trees are like pear blossoms. The block of wheat fields is like a silver-white quilt. It looks like a magnificent mountain river. White snow is like a small silver ball, like a raindrop. Like the catkins and poplars, they have raised the curtains of white sky for us. Looking up through the sparse snow curtains, the tall buildings in the distance, faintly, as if in the fog, like in the clouds, looks particularly beautiful. Gradually, the sisters of Little Snowflakes increased. They pushed and shoved, squeezing, shoulder-to-shoulder, hand in hand, like going to the market together, and rushing to the earth. Snowflakes sisters are playing, playing, laughing, and intimate! They brought joy and blessings to the world! The crystal clear snow flutters in the sky, the streets are covered with snow, the houses are covered with snow, and even the branches are covered with snow, but the whole earth has not yet become a silver world. What a beautiful snowflake! At the beginning, it was small, soft, and light, just like the noble white swan gently shaking its wings, a small piece of feathers, fluttering down; then the small snow became bigger and thicker. It becomes dense; the snow is getting bigger and bigger, the little snowflakes are pulling me in the air, you are holding me, I am holding you, a group, a cluster, as if countless broken cotton balls are rolling from the sky. Next, at this time, the whole world has become beautiful. Hey, there is a small pile of snow on the branches. Isn’t a white seabird in the Xisha Islands inhabit? Or is the naughty child putting the delicious marshmallow on it? Or which passionate grandmother steamed some little steamed buns and put them on the tip of the grass? The snow flutters slowly, like a reed, like a catkin, like a light goose feather, floating endlessly, floating like a beautiful silver butterfly dancing in the courtyard, like a group of little dancers wearing a group of yarn, accompanied by the sky The music that came from it fluttered in the air, spinning and dancing. So brisk figure, so elegant dance, every piece of crystal snow is like a twist, melodious, fresh light music, it seems to be a light, harmonious, bright little poem. Oh, magical little snowflake...