What it feels like after it snows.

1, the wind, blowing fast, snowflakes flying in the air like torn cotton wool, falling aimlessly everywhere. In a short time, snowflakes magically turned into groups of lovely angels in white, flying lightly towards us. Snow fell more and more, white covered the sky everywhere, and the ground was soon white, and the roof was covered with thick white blankets by the little angels.

2. Snowflakes are fluttering, and the whole Suifenhe River has turned into a white world. In front of the school, the car is covered with white snowflakes, like white bread leaves. When the wind blows, snowflakes fall angrily like peach petals in the spring breeze. At this time, our classmates are playing with snow on the Little Square in front of the school. Some have snowball fights, some make snowmen, and some are moving snow.

In my memory, I always remember that the snow in my hometown is particularly heavy. It's really "white and cold, and snowflakes are as big as hands." Every time it snows, it is goose feather and heavy snow, such as cotton and catkin, which goes down with the wind. Heaven and earth are connected into a vast expanse of whiteness, as if a curtain had been drawn between them. There is a school that "thousands of miles are frozen and Wan Li snows." Spectacular scene.

4. Cold and lonely, with no footprints. At the foot of the mountain in winter, sometimes it snows, and sometimes it snows in Dongyang. I like the gorgeous world wrapped in red after snow. Only in winter snow can I witness the youth and fortitude of pine and cypress, and only in winter snow can I witness the faint fragrance of plum blossoms. I also love the fragrance of Xuemei, the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery, and the sudden flying snow, but the faint fragrance floats and the proud snow blooms.

5, snow, floating up, look! Pieces of snow, dancing with the wind, swaying, like goose feathers, like catkins. Snow, how beautiful! Crystal clear, graceful, like a little star landing on earth, but also like a six-petal plum blossom falling in the rotation. Snow is as soft as a cloud and as white as jade. Crystal clear snowflakes are flying in the sky, streets are covered with snow and houses are covered with snow. The whole earth has become a silvery white world.

6. I remember when I was in the first grade, there was a heavy snow. It is no exaggeration to describe that snow with "goose feather and heavy snow". When I went out in the morning, I saw that the house, branches and the earth were covered by the heavy snow. They decorated them with silvery white snow flowers. Walking on the road decorated with snowflakes, enjoying the crystal snowflakes falling from the sky, I have to sigh the beauty of the world.

7. After the snow, the earth was wrapped in silver everywhere and became a crystal fairy tale. Rows of trees proudly bloom with silver flowers, shining with purplish light in the sun; Many delicate silver bars hang from the bare branches of catalpa bungeana; The magpies on the branches were intoxicated by the charming snow scene, stopped for a long time, then flew smartly, kicked off a snowflake, and then sang happily.

I like the snowflakes flying in front of my eyes in Shanghai. It is "snow-white" white, as beautiful as a flower. It seems to be lighter than air, not falling from the air, but being rolled up from the ground by the air. Just like a bee in the honey-flowing period in spring, it seems to have its own will and purpose when it is busy flying, whether it is up or down, whether it is fast or slow, whether it is close to people or entering the gap.

9. After a while, it snowed harder and harder, and a large white curtain hung between heaven and earth. Snow fell on the opposite roof, like a white quilt. The trees and the ground are covered with white clothes and white blankets. After a while, the cold wind blew, and the silver light flashed in the falling snowflakes, and everything around it was suddenly immersed in the silver world.

10, winter is white, Leng Yan is pure as snow, and your innocent memory is interpreted. The memory of winter is condensed with the dense fog in the sky, the thick snow in Yuan Ye, the thin ice on the lake, the plain rime in the forest, the light flowers on the window glass and the beautiful paintings on the mountain, which make a faint dream in people's hearts and stir up waves in my memory.