Snowy first-grade diary

When I got up in the morning, my father looked out of the window and said, "It's cloudy, it may snow, so wear thick clothes." I don't believe it, so I put on my usual clothes. On the way, snowflakes floated in the sky, and soon it turned into goose feather and heavy snow. The wind blew on me with snowflakes in it, so that I couldn't even open my eyes and was shivering with cold that I had to lean on my father. Dad said: "This is to tell children not to listen to adults, and they will suffer in front of them." After listening to my father's words, I think I can't be willful in the future. In the blink of an eye, the ground was white, and the trees on both sides of the street also put on thick white sweaters.

When I walked into the school gate, I saw many students having snowball fights on campus. I suddenly refreshed myself and played snowball fights with them. They ganged up on me, and in a short time, I became a snowman.

The bell rang and we ran into the classroom reluctantly. Through the window, snowflakes are still flying. Diary of a Snowy Grade 2

It's snowing, the silver-gray sky is very quiet, and large tracts of snowflakes are falling down. Like a white swan shaking off fluffy down, like a jade butterfly flying from outer space.

the heavy snow is fluttering and showering on the earth. Snowflakes are crystal clear and have various forms-some are like white lotus, some are like catkins, and some are like pear blossoms ... It is really "is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees".

all of us can't stand it anymore, and we can't wait to go out of the classroom to play. We came to the playground, some were playing snowball fights, and some were playing snowman. We piled up all the snow to form a small snow mountain. Then everyone will work together-male students are responsible for finding materials and female students are responsible for making snowmen. Everyone worked happily. In a short time, our snowman will take shape. Everyone is happy. At this time, the materials of male students are also looking for snowflakes. They picked up some dead leaves, tore them into circles and stuck them on the snowman's face. Then, put a big bucket on the snowman's head-use it as a hat. Then he inserted two dead branches into the snowman's body as arms, and took some buttons to press them on the snowman's mouth. A snowman is done! We all sang and danced around the snowman. Are we happy? Although some of our little faces are red with cold, we are all very happy! Because it is rare to snow in Shanghai.

Pure and crystal clear, flying all over the sky like fairies, wrapping up the silver dresses of nature, and putting flowers in Yushu! I like snow, pure snow! Diary of a Snowy Grade 3

On November 9 last year, the sky was covered with lead-colored clouds, which were heavy and gloomy, and the northwest wind was whistling, and it was going to snow.

at first, there were small snow grains, which fell to the ground and made a rustling sound, like the sound of thousands of spring silkworms eating mulberry leaves. In a short time, the small snow particles became small snowflakes, and soon they became snow flakes. First, they were sparse, and then clusters, clouds and goose feathers floated down. The wind is flying all over the sky with snowflakes, just like thousands of butterflies strolling in the air, but also falling gently like dandelion seeds with fluff, dancing like catkins, floating in the wind like goose feathers, as light as smoke, as white as silver, as moist as jade ...

The snow is overwhelming, with silver powder and jade scraps, and the sky and the earth are white. Snowflakes in succession covered the high-rise buildings in Shijiazhuang and dyed the streets white. Buildings, roads and branches are covered with thick silvery white winter clothes, and the earth is like a white carpet. When you step on it, everything around you becomes a world of powder and jade.

I stand in the snow and admire the snowflakes flying all over the sky, like smoke, like fog. I especially want to see what snow really looks like. I caught a few snowflakes with my hands and looked at them carefully. The snow is exquisite and white as jade, some are hexagonal crystals, some are irregular' flakes, and some are round granular transparent body ...

I came to the water park, and the whole park was wrapped in silver. The big willows by the lake were covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars, while those pine and cypress trees were covered with fluffy and heavy ones.

We have never seen such heavy snow. On the thick snow, I made a snowman and had a snowball fight with my children. Snow brings us happiness. Snowy first-grade diary article 4

"Long live! "It's snowing" With the bell ringing, the students came out of the classroom like a tide.

Go to the playground to see the snow scene, have a snowball fight and make a snowman ..... Suddenly, the campus is full of excitement. Snowflakes are flying like naughty little butterflies. Some fall on trees, while others "rest" on the roof ... The house has become a "cream cake" and the earth has put on a white sweater. There are a series of footprints on the "sweater". These footprints are dotted with the earth like patterns, which is very beautiful. In the distance, the students who had a snowball fight had a good time. One student grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and made it into a snowball. While the other party was unprepared, the other student did not show weakness and immediately responded to him. The fight was over. Look at me, I look at you, and everyone smiled happily.

Ah, everywhere is full of laughter and laughter, and the whole campus is immersed in joy. Snowing Grade 1 Diary 5

It's snowing, it's snowing! Children are so happy!

First, build a beautiful snowman. We will sing and dance around the snowman. One of them said, "How lonely the snowman is! Let's find another companion for it! " So we hummed and started to work together, and soon another snowman looked at us with a smile, as if thanking us! It was dark, and we all went home. In my dream, I saw the lovely snowman. They were whispering, which was very interesting. The next day, the sun came out, and we came to the snowman and played interesting games. It was really happy. On the third day, the snowman disappeared. They went to the sky, leaving only a shallow pool of water. We were all very sad.

After a few days, snow is floating in the sky again. We will make a snowman and sing and dance with the snowman to celebrate Christmas! Snowy first-grade diary article 6

I just got up and looked outside. The bus was already white.

I hope the snow can last for three days. All the leaves were covered with glistening snow, and the eaves were covered with crystal-like small ice bamboo shoots, which set a delicate lace for the eaves. The boundary between heaven and earth is not so clear. The car is spotless and glittering and translucent as jade. Charming little snowflakes are as pure and lovely as white angels. The fascinating and magical sky is wonderful in various ways.

Some children are making snowmen, some are having snowball fights, and they are evasive ... From time to time, their laughter and laughter come, and the voice echoes in the sky for a long time, and the wind is crazy. Snow brings people joy and hope, so I have to say, "Snow, I like you." Diary of a Snowy Grade 7

This morning, when I just got up, I found that the weather was not very good and it was a little cold. But I don't think the scene outside is much different from before. I had to get out of bed with doubts. It was not until about eleven o'clock that God solved my doubts.

at this time, the sky was already covered with red clouds, and I thought it was going to rain heavily. However, I feel that it is winter and it is impossible to have a heavy rain. Oh, it won't snow, will it? I looked up at the sky and suddenly found some flickering white objects. Ah, it really snows.

at first, I looked at them and felt that some of them were like catkins in spring; Kind of like shredded cotton candy; It's also a bit like dandelion seeds. I thought about it, and suddenly felt that if these snowflakes were compared to reconnaissance planes, wouldn't they be big troops later? Sure enough, dense snowflakes, like swords, cut through the sky and fell from the sky. Some snowflakes have long been unable to sit still and can't wait to throw themselves into the embrace of the earth; Others follow the wind and stagger down; Some are dancing, and they are reluctant to fall behind. Looking at the scene in front of me, I can't help but go outside and reach out and want to connect the snowflake to my hand. But it melted before I could see it clearly. Another snowflake fell on my hand, and I stared at it carefully. It turned out to be hexagonal. I opened my mouth and tasted it, like sugar, but not sweet; Like monosodium glutamate, but not fresh; Like sea salt, but not salty ...

Snowflakes, which cover the earth with quilts, put thick white cotton-padded jackets on trees, and hug the villages into their arms. After one night, the outside has become a world wrapped in silver. It is so beautiful.