On the way to school in the snow 600

When I woke up in the morning, I opened the curtains and found a silver world outside the window. Tree branches, roofs, and street lamps were all covered with a thick layer of snow. At first glance, I thought I was in the wrong city. I always thought that snow was exclusive to Harbin and Jilin, but I didn’t expect that Shanghai could be covered in snow in just one night.

Although this is not the first time I have seen snow when I have grown up, I am still very excited every time I see it, just like a child who is as happy and satisfied as eating marshmallows. I always feel that a little snow can bring out the flavor of winter.

I put on a thick cotton-padded jacket and walked on the way to school like a polar bear. The cars coming and going on the road have already melted the snow into ice water, which is dirty, dark and ugly. I really don’t understand how these cars can bear to run over this white snow and make them so dirty, and they lose any artistic conception. It’s okay for them not to understand low carbon, but don’t they also understand how to live?

Only the sidewalks on both sides are still white and clean, with pedestrian footprints printed on them, large and small, forming an impressionist painting. There is a line of small footprints next to a line of large footprints, which must have been left by an adult leading a child. There is a line of footprints there, and the soles of the shoes are full of love patterns. They must have been left by some cute girl who was just in love. There are also some shoes with wavy and striped soles. Although I can’t guess their identities, they also add a lot of color to this impression painting. Now, my footprints will also be left on it to contribute to the painting. Composition

Snow accompanied me all the way to school. The students are all very excited today, I don’t know whether it’s because the holiday is coming soon or because of the heavy snow. Although there were still classes, everyone was a little absent-minded and looked out the window from time to time. Because the window was covered with a layer of fog, the students next to the window had to wipe it away with their hands. As I wiped it, I couldn't help but start drawing and writing. Here I wrote the sentence "XXX is an idiot.", and then in retaliation below I wrote the sentence "You are the idiot." There was a pig head drawn on the other side. Not to mention that the painting was quite cute, but after a while the water dripped down, The little pig became "a fistful of snot and tears."

The snow keeps falling like this, and I don’t know when it will stop. It's best if it stays down longer so that I can record its beauty. Others like to use cameras to record every moment of their lives, but I am used to using a pen. It's just that my writing skills are poor and I don't know much about poetry. I can't describe the snow vividly and with complete meaning. I only know that it is white and flawless. I can't write how white it is. I only know that they are flying one after another. I can’t write how they fly. If you can't use a pen, use your brain. I think I will always remember the beauty of it. Composition

When school was over, the snow fell even harder. My mother sent a text message to take care of me and asked me to take a taxi back in such a cold weather. I finally chose to leave. How could those adults understand our joy of being close to the snow?