If I am a snowflake

There are many wonderful things in the world, real, false, and imaginary. If it is me, I would like to make a snowflake that is unknown and nobody cares. Because I have a new understanding of snow.

If I were a snowflake, then I was born to be hexagonal, like a flower of ice and clear. I don't know which skilled craftsman has polished the white jade so much. It’s a good idea to thank nature’s craftsmanship. We danced all over the sky, just like the catkins in spring. I saw that on the branches we are also in a variety of ways, some like a blossoming cotton ball, and some like a hairy silvery flower. On the road, we form a jade belt to extend the distance. what! The world is decorated with beauty.

If I were a snowflake. I will pour into the children's hands with my companions, or fall to the ground to form a snow blanket. The naughty children stepped on us and left a small footprint on us, line by line, one row and one column, so cute! Some children threw us into groups and threw them at the opposite side. Once we touched the children, the tops were broken, just like the glass smashed on the bottom. The "injured" child is not willing to show weakness and grab us to go to heaven. Oh! Someone was "shot". Soon, we lifted the child's playability and couldn't accept it.

If I were a snowflake. I will float to the sleeping fields, and my companions will form a thick quilt to keep the wind from the wheat seedlings in the field. There is a saying that is good: this year, I will cover three layers of quilts, and I will sleep on my head in the coming year. This means that if there is a snow this year, the wheat will have a bumper harvest next year. People also gave us a nice name: Rui Xue. As long as we have a snow here in the winter, next year the farmer uncle will laugh with a large bundle of wheat! When the spring girl arrives, the earth will slowly wake up, and we will gradually melt into water under the warm spring. But the first bite of water that the thirsty earth drank was just like our snow. The first water that flowed into the creek was also melted by us.

I really want to be a snowflake because it always dedicate itself to it, although it will eventually melt and not be praised by others, but every winter it still clings to the earth, never interrupted. I love snow, love its delicate shape, and love its innocent, selfless dedication.

Grade 3 of Qingcheng Qicheng School, Weifang, Shandong: Shandong Fule