Beautiful sentences with snowflakes flying.

1, the elegant snowflakes are fluttering down, and we see countless snowflakes falling down, as if countless petals were deliberately closed, like dancing for people, like countless little angels, offering us a fragrant atmosphere. How beautiful! 2. Snowflakes are fluttering, and I look up at the sky. Snowflakes fall like feathers. Snowflakes float on students' heads and become shiny little silver hats; Snowflakes floated into the mushroom pavilion, and the stone mushrooms seemed to have life and danced.

The splendor of snowflakes is only when they fall from the air to the ground. It was so short that it left with its glory at the moment it touched the ground. Gently heaved a sigh and turned his back to the window; Leaning against the wall, gently closing your eyes, the snow outside the window drifted with your thoughts, as if it had returned to that wonderful dream-like day.

It's snowing today. Snowflakes are falling like white cotton balls and ballerinas. Falling on the ground, it magically disappeared and turned into a drop of water like magic; Falling on the grass, dotted with white snow, just like the pattern on Dalmatian; Falling in the car is like putting a white shawl on the car; Falling on the red roof, the roof slowly turns white, just like wearing a white hat; Falling on a dead tree, like a silvery white Christmas tree; Falling in the garden seems to cover the grass with a white quilt.

It snows heavily in the silent night. Pieces of snowflakes, like goose feather jade pieces, are overwhelming. Some fall on the treetops; Some landed on the roof; Others fell naughtily on the necks of pedestrians. Soon, the branches turned white, the roof turned white, the road turned white, and the earth turned white and silver.

6. Snowflakes keep spinning and falling in the air. In the meantime, there are some small ice particles, which gradually condense into a thin layer of ice after meeting the water on the ground.

7. Snowflakes are flying, like countless broken jade scattered by fairies and white flowers scattered by the Virgin among flowers. They are flying and chasing in the air like delicate white chrysanthemums. People can be seen playing with snow everywhere in the playground and gymnasium. Standing, sitting, snowball fights in groups of three or five, and snowmen in groups of four or five, it's very lively. The wind is quiet, Xue Rou, and I will accompany you into a sweet dream.

Suddenly, another small snowflake fell from the sky. He floated to the empty Tiananmen Square and became a new person on the ground. In this way, one small snowflake after another fell from the air.

9. After the cold wind, Grandpa Dong sent us a precious gift-snow. What a beautiful snowflake! It began to fall, small and thin, light and soft, just like the petals of a peach blossom falling down one by one. Hexagonal snowflakes fall on people's faces, cold and crisp, so comfortable!

10, snowflakes are dancing in the air like a group of lovely elves, moist as jade and light as catkins, and whirled in the air by the wind. A snowflake fell on my clothes. I observed it carefully: it was hexagonal and crystal clear, like a small leaf. I reached out to catch some snowflakes, but as soon as they reached my hand, they melted and slipped through my fingers.

1 1, the snowflake is really beautiful! Suddenly, the ground turned white, suddenly, the land turned white and shiny, and the whole area was buried by snowflakes. As soon as you step on it, you will feel soft and feel like white, soft and cool snow.

12, the wind is blowing, the snow is floating, and the road is getting lively. It turned out that the naughty child ran out of the house. They run in the snow, have snowball fights and make snowmen. Some people even lie in the snow, enjoying the fun that Grandpa Dong brought him. Young people happily raised their cameras and greedily patted the beautiful snow scene. The old people are very happy, because this snow bodes well!

13, alone, standing at the window to enjoy. It's beautiful to see snowflakes falling slowly and gently and dancing. Snowflakes are so happy, so pure and so carefree. Dance to your heart's content, make your dance wonderful, and don't worry about anything.

14, the snow suddenly fell heavily, and they rushed to fall like catkins and goose feathers. They circled and danced naughtily in the sky. Then, they fall on people's heads, bodies and faces.

15, the snow is still falling, snowflakes are flying in the air, and I seem to be one of them, floating freely in the air, and I can't help being intoxicated by the flying snowflakes.

16, large tracts of snowflakes are flying in the air, spinning and dancing. Snowflakes like catkins, reeds and dandelions are flying in the air and dancing with the wind! 17, outside the window, snow particles and snowflakes are dancing hard, making the world shine. Like a small house and a small tree, she swallowed more than half of it, leaving only gray bricks, bare and damp.

18, ah, it's the dancing of snowflakes, which shed pure white in the world after the rain. Imagine spreading your elegant wings at this moment and flying to the clouds to be a fairy official.

19, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, as if goose feathers are falling from the sky, and as if the fairy flowers are all gone, the gods are dancing, the snowflakes are holding me in mid-air, and I am holding you in clusters, squeezing in front of them, like countless white cotton balls falling from the sky.

20. There is a small snowflake on my sleeve. I found that snowflakes really have six petals, which are as crystal clear as dragonfly wings and shine in the light. Snowflakes kept falling on my sleeve, and I was fascinated by them. Although all snowflakes have six petals, no two snowflakes are exactly the same. Every snowflake is so beautiful and lovely.

Beautiful sentences describing snowflakes

1. The magnificent hexagonal petals, as light as smoke, as moist as jade, as white as clouds, quietly fell to the earth, covering Mother Earth with a quilt. Looking around, the whole world is as white as a fairy-tale snow kingdom.

Snow is still floating in the sky, floating. I use painting to leave snowflakes. One stroke, two strokes, the snowflake is magnified by me. Uh, not enough. I picked up the camera and took pictures of snowflakes and snow. Snowflakes seem shy and drift to the other side with the wind.

Snowflakes are white and pure. They also make the earth very pure and beautiful. I have a feeling that snow not only makes everything pure, but also makes people's hearts as beautiful and pure as it.

Pieces of small snowflakes are as light as smoke, as pure as jade, as white as silver, fluttering and falling from the sky, kissing the earth after a long separation.

Snowflakes in the sky fall happily like elves, stretching their delicate and white bodies, stroking their crystal long hair and throwing themselves into the embrace of the earth. They are so cute, wearing unique snowcoats, playing happily in the sky, and some are free to rotate in the air, stretching their feminine posture; Some groups, on the roof, under the pine trees, play happily; Some are carefree and complacent, perhaps intoxicated with the pleasure of landing, landing lightly, without bringing any sound to the world.

6. Snowflakes are fluttering, and I look up at the sky. Snowflakes fall like feathers. Snowflakes float on students' heads and become shiny little silver hats; Snowflakes floated into the mushroom pavilion, and the stone mushrooms seemed to have life and danced. The air seems to be filtered by snow, so fresh, with a pure and true natural beauty. Snow brings life to everything, it makes everything pure, and the earth and everything need snow, which is inseparable. Where snow falls, it will become beautiful. Snowflakes are fluttering, snowflakes are fluttering, making the world a better place.

7. Flowing snowflakes are falling freely. Seeing countless snowflakes falling down, it seems that countless petals are deliberately closed, dancing for people, and offering us a fragrant breath like countless little angels. How beautiful!

8. Snowflake is the makeup artist of the world and a good partner of our children. When the snow covered the earth, we all rushed out of the house, played in the paradise, made snowmen and had snowball fights, which made the frozen world full of vitality. Snowflakes kept flying down and landed on children's heads, shoulders and feet. Ha! It's Santa Claus! Grab a snowflake gently and it will soon disappear into a pool of shiny water. Touching your face a little will make you feel particularly comfortable, which has never been so comfortable!

9. Call for thousands of snowflakes flying all over the sky, like silver butterflies, like white petals, like light feathers. They dressed up the whole earth like a fairy tale world of pink and jade.

10. Snowflake is like a flying butterfly, shining its wings happily, as if it were scattered on the earth and let the earth rest under the soft bed curtain. Pregnant with the growth of the new year.

1 1. Snowflakes are as elegant as butterflies and as white as dandelions. How beautiful!

12. Little snowflakes are scattered at the end of this season, and winter seems to be too shy about this parting. Snowflakes are clustered, but they are even more gorgeous at this time. In the warm sunshine, they are colorful and exude a charming atmosphere. Snowflakes in winter are particularly enchanting, and the mountains and rivers are really so charming. Winter in the north is very cold, and there is no feminine taste in the south.

13. Catkin-like snow, reed-like snow, light smoke-like snow, flowing and chasing, coming spotless, not surprised when falling. One hexagonal flower after another, beautifully carved, without any repetition. Carve jade with powder, but which artist can design such delicate lines? Who can carve such exquisite handicrafts? It's not so much a masterpiece of nature, but I'd rather believe it's the tears of the fairy in the Heavenly Palace!

14. What a pure snowflake, it makes all passers-by feel its beauty and makes everything have it. Overnight, lawns, holly, flowers, stones and trees on both sides of the road seemed to be beautified. Looking around, there is white everywhere, as if it were a snowy world. The grass is covered with a quilt, and the tree is covered with a cotton-padded jacket.

15. Snowflakes represent the sanctity and purity of the world. I like snowflakes, like its glittering and translucent, like its whiteness.

16. In class, I looked at the white snow flowers outside the window and thought: Little snow, more, I want to make a beautiful Snow White; Small snowflakes, more, make the air fresher and purer; Little snowflakes, more, make the quilt of wheat thicker.

17. The snow floated leisurely, rendering the world a vast expanse of whiteness. It is not surprising that catkin-like snow, reed-like snow and light smoke-like snow are flowing, chasing and coming spotless. One hexagonal flower after another, beautifully carved, without any repetition. Carve jade with powder, but which artist can design such delicate lines? Who can carve such exquisite handicrafts? I'd rather believe that this is the tears of the fairy in the heavenly palace than the masterpiece of nature!

18. Snow is falling quietly. Snowflakes flying all over the sky, one after another, like dandelions all over the sky, and like countless young and indescribable lives, tremble, fluctuate and ripple in the boundless night sky. The expression is so pleasant and the change is so magical. Jing Tian seems to feel that there is a big white wing hidden on the earth. Before you know it, it is a vast expanse of whiteness.

19. Snowflakes all over the sky, fluttering in the wind, like lovely snow dolls, jumping down naughtily, like little fairies, wearing white skirts, light; Like white flowers.

20. Snowflakes are as white as jade. Is it General Xiaotian sent by the Heavenly Palace or the jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing with ecstasy; Like a dandelion blown off; Like flying; Like a little white flower given by an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering leisurely, gently Ying Ying, is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the earth! I saw the snow in front of me as naughty as a butterfly, falling under the eaves for a while, falling on the branches for a while, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time.

Beautiful sentences describing falling leaves flying.

1. Fallen leaves, some like boats sailing in the wind, some like acrobats tumbling down, and some like gliders circling.

Looking at this yellow leaf, I seem to understand something. In this fleeting time, I suddenly realized how much time I wasted. Until this moment, Fang Fang woke up like a dream. What is the pursuit of being in a daze for so many years? It is silly to laugh at yourself. For years, I asked God what he wanted, and the days are gone forever. It's silly to laugh at yourself. For many years, for the persistent pursuit of a dream, I suddenly looked back and found nothing. Another poor smile and sigh, speechless. For a perfect ending, ups and downs have gone through so many years. In retrospect, the memory has long been blurred, and everything falls like this maple leaf. Open the inner window again and walk that long way, which is far from us.

The red maple leaves make people feel the beauty of autumn. The unique shape of maple leaf is like a small paw, which looks very playful. Like a lively peacock. The small blood vessels of maple leaves are criss-crossing and dazzling. The maple leaf is about cm long, slightly wider than the length, and there are several protruding small teeth on the largest paw, which is very cute.

I looked up and saw a flaming maple forest. That maple leaf is so bright and warm. I walked into the maple forest, picked up a maple leaf and observed it carefully. This maple leaf looks like a beautiful red five-star and an open palm. Veins stretch freely among leaves, as if it were the most beautiful here, but quietly add a touch of beauty to maple leaves. I looked at the maple leaf again. The color of this maple leaf is really beautiful. It is big red, so bright and beautiful.

Autumn leaves are so colorful, yellow as gold, green as jade, red as fire and so on. Let the autumn girl look particularly enchanting. A cool breeze blew, and golden leaves, waving handfuls of small fans, fell from the air as if telling a beautiful fairy tale.

6. In autumn, in the beautiful melody of Qiu Si, the strings of life are playing with the fallen leaves of every life. Sometimes, like a stormy land, a beautiful golden thread falls, which is covered with the journey of life. Sometimes, she is like a dreamy girl, slightly depressed, unwilling to wake up the sleeping earth, coming quietly and dancing lightly in the direction of the wind. Precipitation, melting that loneliness, that wandering shadow.

7. Bend down to pick up the fallen leaves and look carefully. I can't help thinking back to what it looked like when it was young. It must be green and sharp-cut, but even if it has a shocking life, it can't deviate from the laws of nature. Between the winding clouds and the ebb and flow of the tide, its soft leaves become dry unconsciously, and the orange color on the leaves is the brand left by the wind and rain.

8. A sudden warm wind, more leaves fall with the sound of fallen leaves in autumn, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. So dusk.

9. Fallen leaves float into the invisible world and fall into silence. Nothing can save a fallen leaf and make it return to the branches and remain fresh. This is a passage, a natural process. It will eventually go deep into the soil, turn into silt and nourish another new life, which is its own continuation and transcendence, and it is also the eternity of the beautiful moment of fallen leaves.

10. The fallen leaves hurried by. But I can't imagine what is behind the last threshold at the end of my life. But I think that every tree of life near it will fly out the last leaf at the last moment.

1 1. The maple leaf landed gently in my hand and was blown away by a breeze, not just to travel there. In the sun, the red leaves of that tree are so dazzling, layered and dense, really like a burning flame. It beckons to us in the wind, as if to show its exuberant vitality. I stared at the flaming maple leaf, and I couldn't help thinking of Du Mu's song "Stop and sit and love the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February flowers". What a lovely wind!

12. The earth put on a golden sweater, and yellow poplar leaves and bright maple leaves fell down, as if several colorful butterflies were flying in the air. Although the frost came, Grandpa Song Qing still wore a green robe and looked greener. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow, which is beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon tree have fallen, but the persimmons in Huang Chengcheng are still hanging on their fingers, like orange lanterns, large and small, with red begonia pressing the branches.

13. What a tragic atmosphere the fallen leaves in the north render! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow or even scarlet. The first thing that may fall is just two pieces, like a golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a golden red shower. Then, a golden red carpet was laid under the tree. On this carpet, the iron is cast like that. Bare and scattered trunks and branches pierce the high blue sky and faint clouds.

14. The fallen leaves float to the invisible world and return to silence. Nothing can save a fallen leaf and make it return to the branches and remain fresh. This is a passage, a natural process. It will eventually go deep into the soil, turn into silt and nourish another new life, which is its own continuation and transcendence, and it is also the eternity of the beautiful moment of fallen leaves.

15. You see, the maple leaves are fiery red, glowing red and bright red, dancing assiduously in the autumn wind, laughing assiduously in the sunset, and showing their femininity assiduously in people's praise. Looking at the fiery maple, I can't help but think of the poem of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: Frost leaves are red in February.

16. In the morning, I came to the park. I found that the trees in the park were not as lush as before, and the leaves fell all over the floor. When the autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves on the ground dance with the wind, just like beautiful butterflies. Some fallen leaves on the ground have withered; Some have just fallen, and there is still a trace of green; Others fell off a few days ago and were eaten by insects for several holes.

17. When the autumn wind swept away, leaves fell one after another. Some dance like butterflies, some spread their wings like orioles, and some spin lightly like dancers.

18. Leaves fall like a song, and the leaves finish their journey bit by bit, but they will eventually turn to dust, and I will try my best to remember the eternity of that moment.

19. I stood among the trees and listened quietly. The leaves fell to the ground with a faint rustle, as thin as cicada. At that moment, I imagined that vilen in autumn had Monet's golden color, so gorgeous. I want to imagine a big manor on a spire deep in Lin Qiu, with a vague and soft outline. The cool autumn wind blows, and from time to time there are golden leaves fluttering slowly in front of my eyes, so gentle, so quiet and so light, as if guarding a fragile dream.

In spring, young leaves are in full bloom. They are like newborn babies, delicate and fresh. They started their lives happily. This is a cheerful prelude. Summer is very long, the leaves are dark green, quietly enjoying the happiness of life. This is a beautiful and long theme. Autumn is long, leaves fall safely, that is their final destination, and life ends here, which is a euphemistic and sad ending. Perhaps its dream has been shattered, but it is not sad at all and smiles as before.

2 1. The amber dusk is faint and hazy, and tiny sunlight jumps on the clear window through the cracks in the leaves. Outside the window, a fallen leaf is quietly falling, and the leisurely curve suddenly makes my eyes shine. Unable to restrain my pounding heart, I walked into the path deep in the forest.

22. Yellow leaves, one piece and two pieces, float gently on the water, like countless boats, slowly swing away with the wind.

23. On the forest path, golden leaves are scattered all over the floor, stepping on autumn leaves all the way. I was moved by unknown poems, and even had an illusion that girls of this age were eager to take risks.

24. Fallen leaves, some like boats sailing in the wind, some like acrobats tumbling down, and some like hovering gliders.

25. The fallen leaves hurried by. But I can't imagine what is behind the last threshold at the end of my life. But I think that every tree of life near it will fly out the last leaf at the last moment.

26. All life has to be precipitated to have thickness, and fallen leaves are actually an interpretation of complete life. The falling leaves are melodious, just completing the precipitation of life.

27. It falls like a butterfly flying in the air in autumn. But like a butterfly in late autumn, it disappears so quickly and silently that it can only capture its beauty in an instant. Little feet tread carefully on the fallen leaves in autumn, making a crisp and pleasant sound that lingers in my ears.

28. Picking up some fallen leaves that fall at my feet like elves, I was surprised to find that the fallen leaves in autumn are so colorful: the thick green has not faded, but has added mature gold; It may be old, and its face is only brown. Although there is no gorgeous sunset, no gentle and elegant willow, it is enough to touch people's hearts. Green as jade, brown as night, golden as chardonnay, interwoven into a colorful picture on the ground.

29. Autumn is a mature season, but it is also accompanied by autumn wind sweeping away leaves and ruthlessly scraping off the branches of life. Fallen leaves are like the dusk of life. In the wind of Qiu Lai's death and the baptism of endless years, she slowly withered her life. She dedicated her life to nature and locked her love for life firmly on the trunk of life.

30. Maturity is a enrichment of life. With the arrival of autumn, fallen leaves slowly shake off the wings of life in the cool air. Her withering, her wandering and the following of her heart are all broken with the rain and dew of nature, and will always merge into new natural fragrance. Walking is to stay in the natural scenery better, and walking is for a new life, a new life update and dancing space.

3 1. There are many beautiful leaves in autumn, such as golden ginkgo leaves, which also make me feel the beauty of autumn. The soft ginkgo leaves spread out, and a gust of wind blew and swayed with the wind. Ginkgo biloba leaves, like handfuls of delicate small fans, fan us proudly like peacocks, adding beauty to our lives. Ginkgo biloba leaves have only a few small blood vessels, which are very unique and unforgettable. The golden ginkgo leaves left a deep impression on me.

32. There's another gust of wind, violent and violent. Maple leaves roll around and fall one by one. Looking at the falling maple leaves, I can't help thinking. The leaves fell without a trace. Indeed, the leaves fall so quietly that people don't realize it.

Some people say that the fallen leaves in autumn have withered and are worthless. I don't think so. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. Autumn falls, melts into the soil and becomes the nourishment of the mother tree, which is pregnant with the hope of spring. I believe that next spring, there will be autumn leaves smiling faintly when they are in bud.

34. A breeze blew and the leaves on the tree rustled. I looked down and picked up a leaf. This leaf is like a small hand, and the red on the top of it seems to drip. Hey, why do maple leaves turn red in autumn? Oh, it turns out that the low temperature in autumn destroyed chlorophyll in maple leaves and turned chlorophyll into anthocyanin, so the maple leaves in autumn are red.

35. I walked in the maple forest, surrounded by trees. Autumn has come and will pass. What did the autumn wind take away? Is it gone? Are you still happy? Heartstrings are floating in the wind. There are endless fantasies in my heart, still staying in that blooming season. What will be left in this deciduous season? Is it that innocence or that passion? The change and passage of time has diluted the persistence in my heart, but left bitter memories. Time is boundless, the outer wall of time can't be touched, and its wings can't be caught. It passed so fast, perhaps, it disappeared like a fallen leaf. Come so quietly, go so hastily, so calmly.

36. I like the fallen leaves in autumn, and I like to cherish them deeply in my pages. In my drawer, in the beautiful world I decorate, I am looking for my life, the color of my life, and the origin where I can't be free and easy. The fallen leaves are not only the curtain call of the stage, but the construction of a new dance floor, in the noise, in the autumn wind, in the story, in the sound and silence.

37. I often walk into this land in late autumn and look at the golden forests and fallen leaves. I feel the season of life cycle, the warmth of sunshine, the freshness and lightness of the green world and photosynthesis, and the endless oxygen I breathe, all of which delight my body and mind and decorate my beautiful clothes, but I also feel the shortness of life for the fallen leaves, and I know that the leaves are falling.

38. Fallen leaves are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers. In fact, fallen leaves are transformed into a torrent of invisible life in a tangible life form. She melted the soil in spring, melted into rivers, and deeply enriched the deep-rooted earth.

39. The long-awaited autumn has finally arrived. That leaf left a glimpse in my eyes like a dragonfly, easily piercing the haze in my heart. Long and messy troubles, like yellow leaves flying in autumn, will eventually settle down.

Beautiful sentences about snowflakes

When I woke up in the morning, I felt the sound of rain outside. When I opened the curtain, I found it was snowing. What a big snowflake! Hello, the first snow in 20xx.

Beautiful sentences about snowflakes

1. Snowflakes swept across the face of the earth, rambling about the radiance of winter. I held a beam of light to print your footprints. In the gorgeous and elegant time, it is looming, but it is the only direction I look at.

Second, I woke up to find that it was snowing, hahaha ~ ~ it was still snowing. As a northerner in his twenties, I am always excited to see the first snow.

Third, I didn't see the first snow in Jinan for the first time, and it snowed in Linyi that day. The little snowflake is still a six-pointed star.

The traffic lights stopped for a while, and sporadic snowflakes floated out of the window, and the first snow in the first year of coming to this city drifted away. I look forward to a city wrapped in white.

Looking at the snowflakes outside the window, I can't help but sigh that the weather forecast is really accurate. I only slept for three hours last night. While struggling to fall asleep, I summarized the causes of insomnia. One dance, two spicy strips, three lan fong yuen, four spit conferences, and five losses of more than 200. Give up the struggle after five o'clock and turn on Himalayan and Bluetooth speakers to listen to the Count of Monte Cristo. Look in the mirror after getting up, dark circles, swollen eyelids and two pimples. I really can't afford to lose sleep when I am old.

6. It will never change, just like snowflakes quietly deposited in the bottom of my heart on a windless night.

I said the same thing when the first snowflake fell on my head last year.

8. I fell asleep early at about 9 o'clock last night. I opened my circle of friends this morning and was brushed by the first snow this winter. The snowflakes under the street lamp dance like elves, and there is nothing under the light.

We seem to have met you somewhere, remember? I remember it was a snowy winter day.

10. Looking forward to it, snowflakes are floating to you quietly, slowly and all over the sky.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier! I always like watching snow. Snowflakes are piled up in every corner like elves dancing. The whiteness of snow gives people a bright feeling and can make people forget all their troubles.

Twelve, snowflakes, small snowflakes; Cat, cat Mimi.

Thirteen, you said to come back in December, and I'll keep the snow that hasn't snowed this winter.

Hey, hey, share fresh snowflakes with friends in the south.

Fifteen, it's snowing. I want to make a snowman for you, put a coat on the snowman, add a carrot nose, and steal two buttons from my mother's sewing box to make eyes. After that, shake your head and face you with a red and cold face, and then say something, anything. But it was naive. I'm an adult, and I slipped away to prepare for the exam.

I was lucky to see a small snowflake at home.

This should be the last snow in 20xx. It's foggy and tiny snowflakes are scattered in the air!

18. When I wake up in the morning, there is a feeling of snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? Consciousness has been floating in my dreams and waking up. Look at the snow really floating outside.

Nineteen, the snow is fluttering outside, and there is "a plum" in the car, haha.

Twenty, the first snow in winter, waiting for the snow for a long time, I feel inexplicably excited, white snow flowers float down, and you still smile on the road.

Twenty-one, even this little snowflake weather is suitable for eating hot pot.

Twenty-two, from night to day, the day is getting brighter. Snowflakes piled up into thick snowdrifts. It's beautiful. I like this snow scene. Yulin should be a beautiful snowy city now.

Twenty-three, the first snow in Zhengzhou is fixed at 20xx 12 13. The long-lost snowflake finally fell today.

I like snowy days very much. Walking out in the middle of the night, there were no pedestrians on the road, and it was white. Street lamps are gently laid on the cake-like snow. Snowflakes are falling, and the concert in the headphones slows down.

Twenty-five, it began to snow in the morning, and a little coolness touched the skin. Now you can see snowflakes falling one by one.

I finally got up the courage to put on my coat and wait for the snow. For those who still show their thighs in the street, I just want to say that you are great.

Twenty-seven, snowflake told me that some history can not be forgotten, can not be forgotten.

Twenty-eight, flying snowflakes take away dryness and discomfort.

Twenty-nine, the snowflake took eight steps, swaying leisurely, and reluctantly came to old Jinan under the urging of the wind. Just like a stingy old woman, sprinkling a few snowflakes is not as generous and tidy as the snowflakes in the northwest, which really makes people anxious.

Thirty, under the street lamp, there are snowflakes floating, so brilliant.