This poem about snow has 200 words.

1. I know I have 1. Snow is falling, falling from the sky, falling on the roof, falling on the ground, very light, like the footsteps of a kitten.

In the snow, there are several glittering and translucent ice cubes, shining. Trees, dressed in snow, white hats, white cotton-padded jackets and white scarves, what a pure white world.

2. Snow is a ghost flying from a distant country? Is it white fluff falling from an angel's wings? Or a white quilt specially prepared for the earth in winter? Yes, snow, like reed flowers; Like cotton wool; Like dandelion's fluffy seeds. She is on cloud nine, she is full of enthusiasm, she is graceful ... 3. It's quiet outside, as if only snowflakes are falling gently, and a good play is being staged, which really looks like a silver kingdom made of powder.

The road is like a thick carpet. It creaks when you step on it, leaving a series of deep footprints. The world covered with snow and ice is particularly enchanting.

Looking up at the sky, snowflakes are flying in the air. I stepped on the snow, and I was alone in this white scene, as if I had come to heaven, with soft white clouds at my feet and lovely and pure elves around me.

I used the dance I learned at school to dance with these elves. In the cold months, she turned into countless flying snowflakes and landed in the corner of the world step by step with elegant steps. The seemingly eternal pine tree was also moved by its glittering and translucent, covered with layers of silvery white. The chubby snowman on the ground stared doubtfully at the sparkling ice flowers on the treetops with his small eyes. The whole world seemed to enter a silent world, because no one wanted to break this sacred world. What a charming winter it is! The tree is covered with a layer of white gauze, and the ground looks like a thick white quilt.

The earth has become a world of pink jade. Ah! How beautiful! I am intoxicated in this world of white packages! After the snow, I can't wait to run out of the house to see the beautiful snow scene.

Stepping on the soft snow, I heard the creaking sound under my feet. I ran to the snowdrift. I picked up a handful of clean snow with my hand, licked it with my tongue and tasted the pure snow. There was a unique fragrance and coldness on my tongue.

7. Look, Miss Winter gave us a gift that has been prepared for a year. The white hexagonal block is like an elf falling into the world.

Their light and petite bodies and white clothes are like glittering butterflies flying in the air. They quickly enveloped the whole earth with overwhelming power.

Everything is dyed white. 8. Snowflakes fall all over the sky like goose feathers.

Gently on the roof, on the grass, on the mountain peak. After a while, the earth was white, as if the whole world was silvery white and shining.

The snow fell on the ground, pure and crystal clear, and people could not bear to step on it. 9. Snowflakes are white and pure.

They make the earth 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.

10. Dark clouds are gathering in the leaden sky. Goose-feather-like snowflakes are falling in succession, falling on the house, like delicate cream cakes in a cake shop, with a fragrance of ten miles; Snow falls on the tree, and the tree seems to have pulled out jade branches and opened silver flowers; Snow falls on the earth, and the earth is like a piece of drawing paper. The chicken stepped on it and drew a picture of bamboo leaves. The kitten passed by and printed a few "small plum blossoms".

Very interesting! 1 1. 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. 12. Look! What a beautiful snowflake! At first, it was scattered, small, light and soft, like a noble white swan flapping its wings gently and pieces of fluff falling down.

Then, the little snowflake gradually became bigger, thicker and denser, as if WU GANG in the moon palace was shaking Yushu Qionghua vigorously, and flawless petals were falling. Finally, it snowed harder and harder. Snowflakes pull me in mid-air, you hold me, and I hold you tightly, like countless shredded cotton wool falling from the sky.

13. She seems to be a fairy in a white dress. Wherever she dresses up, the snowy plain is as quiet as a virgin, the snowy peaks are cold and tall, the Yushu is in full bloom, and the air is particularly gentle. Under her gentle comfort, all the restlessness began to subside, and the earth was quiet and peaceful, just like a baby sleeping in its mother's arms.

In this world of silver makeup, this dazzling whiteness eclipses the sky. In this quiet white, what impetuous worries are we unable to let go? 14. The snow in the evening is deep, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and there is a sense of nudity like uncovering the head and tail.

Snowflakes are crystal clear and varied, like soldiers going to war, wearing silver armor, and sailing like pieces ... 15. The house turned white, the trees turned white, and the earth turned white. There is a thick layer of snow on the house and the roof is flat, sharp and round.

The tree was dressed in white and stood on both sides of the road, like a soldier. From a distance, there is a white carpet on the ground, and people wearing all kinds of clothes walk on it, just like embroidered beautiful flowers on the carpet.

16. It snows heavily in winter, and small snowflakes bounce down like elves, bringing a chill to people. Although Miss Chun can't wait to get on the job, Snowflake, the messenger of winter, seems to be particularly attached to the beauty of this world and refuses to leave for a long time.

No, it snows heavily today. 17. In winter, it snows heavily.

People seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, to a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort.

Everything is filtering, everything is there.

After quoting 2.200 words, the description of the snow scene paragraph becomes your own words, which is closer to real life:

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There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. creek

Once heavy snow and snowflakes fall, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine trees and the purity of snow give people a cool comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating and becoming pure and beautiful.

Snow, deep and surging like sea water, can drown everything. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear. It seems that the soldiers who went to war were all covered with silver armor, and they were like pieces of white sails sailing. ...

The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.

After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous snow, with delicate branches, jade leaves and jade powder, which is a gratifying scene of abundant snow. Sunflower Square is particularly beautiful at this time, and it is very cold in the morning. Not many people come out, only scattered footprints, and the place that has not been stepped on is as complete as a carpet; It is also like a silver beach, reflecting the glow of the rising sun. The branches in the town are sparse, so we can't get much snow. There is a fruit forest in the west, with some edelweiss scattered on the branches and snow piled up under the trees.

It's snowing heavily today. Many children downstairs are making snowmen and snowballing, which surprises us.

I love snow, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. In winter, although it is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope, which breeds the year-end celebration.

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Because the snow is silvery white. Snow is a symbol and symbol of winter. Northerners are familiar with it. But the snow that just snowed looks strange, because it is the first snow this year. The first snow every winter makes people feel strange and kind, but the first snow this winter came too early, which is quite different from previous years. This snow makes people feel autumn-this mature girl doesn't seem to stop in this bustling city, and then she leaves quietly in a hurry, as if going to a party. Before people realize her existence, she disappears unconsciously. So ushered in the winter. Winter seems to have no vitality at all. Every day is groggy. No, sometimes the sun will show his face and bring some warmth to people, but in this season, the power of snow is still stronger than the sun, because it is winter after all.

Early in the morning, I was taken aback when I opened the curtain: this is a world of makeup and jade carving, ice carving and jade carving, and white clothes fluttering. Look at the snow carefully: it's hairy, shiny and dazzling, so you have to squint to enjoy this magnificent snow scene. It's early winter, and a thin layer of snow, like a huge soft wool felt, covers the path of this yard. Obviously. In the middle of the night, snow came quietly from the world above the clouds. It snows again. Small snowflakes fall from the sky, like catkins, like reeds, like dandelions with fluffy seeds, flying in the air and falling gently. Shiny little snowflakes bloom all over the sky, and white little snowflakes float and float! This reminds me of two poems: "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees." I got dressed and decided to go out and have a look: the ground was covered with thick snow, so white and flawless that people couldn't bear to tread on it. But someone has walked out of a path in the middle, so I walked out of the yard on that road ... Looking around, the tree changed into white clothes and the house put on a new hat. White snow hung on the branches of holly trees on the roadside. Wow! The whole world is silvery white. The trees in the street are covered with crystal snowflakes. The branches of willow trees are covered with hairy and shiny silver bars; Those pines and cypresses are covered with thick fluffy snowballs. Rows of trees surround the road to keep people out of the cold. The children chased and frolicked among the trees, and bursts of laughter came with the wind. Gradually, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, as tight as a breach. The wind is rolling snow and the debris is spinning. In an instant, the sky and the earth were one color, and the snow filled the whole city. Snow gives spruce a white coat, which is warm; The new hat worn on the snowflake house is very beautiful; Snowflakes spread a long silvery white carpet on the earth, and the earth is sweet. ...

Although snow brings inconvenience to people's travel, people still like snow because it is flawless and pure. I hope it will snow more this year, because I like snow. ...

3. Appreciate the following sentence describing snow. I have read many essays of about 200 words, but I don't think this article about snow is good. First of all, the article is wordy enough, without locality, and uses rhetoric blindly. At the beginning, I wrote Chinese painting. Take Wang Mo's book and Qi Baishi's painting as examples. Don't compare it with western painting. Secondly, the words are not concise enough, and finally your prose is too polished.

The sentence feels good, but the last sentence is too melodramatic. When it comes to snow, I am filled with joy. Do it.

And the last sentence, "If you are in the mountains, you will feel better." It can also be as concise as possible. The author should not deliberately imitate other people's articles. Such articles are deliberately pursuing gorgeousness, losing the sense of casualness and harmony between man and nature in prose and being tasteless.

In the morning, before I fully woke up from my sleep, I vaguely heard my father say to my mother, "It's snowing, it's quite heavy!" " On hearing the word "snow", I got excited at once. Before I got dressed, I quickly opened the window and looked out. It's a pity that it's not bright yet, so we can't see any spectacular snow. There are only a few sparse footprints in the snow, and the road ahead is white. I walk in the snow, just like walking on a soft white carpet, with a "creak, creak" sound under my feet. It was really fun! Snowflakes float on my face from time to time, cool and comfortable. The air was so fresh that I took a few deep breaths. Looking up, there is a flying snowflake under the halo of every street lamp. Under the irradiation of light, it is like clusters of silver flakes scattered from the world, which is very beautiful. Streets and houses are covered with a thick layer of snow, and deciduous trees on the roadside are covered with hairy shiny silver bars. The whole town has become a world of powder makeup and jade.

5. A poem of about 200 words describing snow fragments: "Snow falls in the painting hall at morning."

Li Bai's Qing Ping Le, a boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow, Liu Zongyuan's Chun Xue was too late, so he flew over the trees in the courtyard. Han Yu's makeup is beautiful and the flowers are blooming brightly. Sunset snow helps to eliminate the precipice, and jade dust scatters the forest pond. It's a pity that all the doors are piled up, and it's a pity to disappear. Spring is everywhere, and water is everywhere. "Stay and invade it, and the snow is full of lonely villages." "A lonely stranger walked through the pale snow blocks in the jagged night mountain." "Snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as seats, falling on Xuanyuantai one by one." Li Bai's "Popular North" "The Yellow River can hold soil, but it is difficult to cut rain and snow in the north!" "Cry update ghost, sorrow sing alone the old man. The clouds are low and the snow dance is empty. "

Du Fu's Qin Cheng is overcast and snowy with Huangzhou. Zhu Xi is a public servant who quits the DPRK in the snow.

You have snow and wind, and you are rich but not hungry or cold. The camp is only the first one, and the business is to chase after the tour ... ""On a snowy day in Chang 'an, birds are hard to find. "

"The spring breeze has moved thousands of miles, and the elm trees have not stopped snowing." "The snow in the north and south of the Yangtze River is long and the water is far cold." "The sea is changing, and the snow is floating in Wan Li." "Snow faded in the dark, flags were painted, and the wind was full of drums. Being a centurion is better than being a scholar "... the snow scene is beautiful.

"It's snowing!" The children reported that snow was good news. Adults can't help but put down their work and go to the window to enjoy the gift of nature-snow.

Especially in the south, the snow scene is difficult to photograph. Many families, regardless of the freezing weather, seized the opportunity of snowing to take a family photo in the snow and leave the snow scene as a souvenir. The children are busy making snowmen, snowballing and having snowball fights.

Obviously, many people like snow. Compared with the sad mood when people encounter heavy rain, continuous rain, strong wind and scorching sun, the snow scene is refreshing.

Because of this, there are also many poems about snow by literati in past dynasties. Xie Jin Daoyun once wrote in the poem "Ode to Snow": "The difference between sprinkling salt in the air can be simulated, if catkins are due to the wind."

Comparing snow to salt in the air, it seems that the wind blows catkins all over the floor. The poem "How to Deal with Snow in the Garden" between the Tang and Song Dynasties said: "I don't know if it is happy today, but it is suspected that the forest bloomed last night."

He said that he didn't know there were snowflakes falling in the yard today. He thought there were flowers on the branches of the yard last night, which is a vivid and appropriate metaphor. Zhang Songyuan's poem "Snow" wrote: "Yulong lost 3 million, and broken scales flew all over the sky."

The jade dragon here describes flying snow, and the broken scales describe snowflakes flying like scales falling one after another. Huang Yuangeng's poem "Snow" compares snow to jade: "Mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away from jathyapple, and the world is selfless and jade Qian Qian."

Li Bai's description of snow in Tang Dynasty is even more exaggerated. He wrote in "Popular in the North": "Snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as seats and blow down Xuanyuantai." Xuanyuantai is said to be the place where the Yellow Emperor caught flies.

In addition to many poets above, snow is compared to sprinkling salt, catkin, forest flowers, jade dragons, broken bones, jade, mats, and others compare snow to white crane feathers, plum blossoms, white carpets and so on. When it first snows, the snowflakes are often neither big nor dense, such as catkins that float lightly with the wind. The wind is blowing harder and harder, the snow is getting denser and denser, and the snowflake is getting bigger and bigger, like a white net, and things in the distance can't be seen clearly.

Like a continuous curtain, it falls straight to the ground and returns light at the same time. Snow covered roofs and roads, crushed branches, covered the appearance of various objects, blocked roads and traffic, and snowflakes flying all over the sky made heaven and earth melt into a white whole.

If you walk on the road, you will soon become a living snowman. Xiao Hong, a female writer in China, once described a snowy night in a field of life and death: the snow on the mountain was blown by the wind, as if to bury the small house beside the mountain.

The trees howled and the snow covered the small room. A big tree leaning on the edge of Zhushan Mountain was broken.

John was afraid of being overwhelmed by all the sounds and retreated to the horizon! Russian writer Pushkin also described the coming of snowstorm in The Captain's Daughter: the wind is getting stronger and stronger. Xiaoyun became a thick white cloud, slowly rising, expanding and gradually covering the sky.

It is snowing lightly. Suddenly, a large piece of snow fell.

The wind roared and the snowstorm came. In an instant, the dark sky merged with Xue Hai, and everything was out of sight.

In the above two paragraphs, both Xiao Hong and Pushkin wrote about snow, snow fighting against wind, and wind helping snow. Xiao Hong also wrote about the weight of snow; Snow should cover the hut and break branches.

Pushkin's description of the snowstorm also emphasized the role of clouds. Before the snowstorm came, the clouds in the sky gradually expanded, which contributed to the snowstorm. Lev tolstoy, a Russian writer, wrote when describing the snow in the wilderness in Blizzard: "The snowstorm is getting fiercer and fiercer, the sky begins to freeze, and people's noses and cheeks freeze even more. Cold air is injected into leather clothes more frequently, so clothes need to be wrapped more tightly.

Sleigh sometimes rolls on bare ice because the snow on the ground is blown away by the wind. ..... I seem to feel that there is a strong light on the snow-white Yuan Ye, and my eyes are wide open. The low dark sky suddenly disappeared, and only white diagonal lines formed by falling snow were seen in all directions.

..... In the wilderness, the wind stubbornly blows everything in one direction. ..... right, left, white and gray everywhere.

My eyes want to find something new, but I can't find it: there is no road sign, no pile of hay, no fence, nothing, and there is a piece of snow everywhere. ..... The wind seems to be changing direction; After a while, it blew head-on, and the snow covered my eyes; After a while, I turned the coat collar over my head from the side and touched my face with it derisively; Then blow it into a hole from behind.

..... When I rolled over and wrapped myself more tightly, the snow falling on my collar and hat slipped into my neck and made me tremble with cold. Here, the writer lev tolstoy described how the wind helped Wei Xue: first, the wind stubbornly blew everything in one direction, and later, the wind changed direction, blowing head-on for a while, and blowing from the side and back for a while.

He also wrote about the size of the snowstorm in this wilderness: only "white diagonal lines" were seen in all directions, and snow covered the sky.

6. There are more than 200 words about articles describing snow scenes. Winter has come for a long time, but I haven't experienced the beauty of walking in the snow, just a plain earth tone.

The childhood I once remembered was snowy. One after another, snow-white elves, such as floc, butterfly and feather, fluttered into the broad embrace of Mother Earth with the hope of flowers and endless thoughts.

A Bai Shu, a white house, a white Yuan Ye, a white world suddenly turned into a temple. In this world wrapped in silver, the heart seems to be precipitated and filtered, becoming pure, holy spirit and quiet, making the soul sublimate as bright and transparent as ice and snow. The earth sleeps peacefully, and everything is lost in wishful thinking. No one can bear to disturb this charming fairy tale world.

Adults can safely hide at home, reminisce about the fleeting time and hope and blessing for the coming year with the purity of snow, chat, drink tea and enjoy the warmth and happiness of family ties flowing in the air.

When the snow stops, you can run out to make a snowman and have a snowball fight, and put a red hat and a red scarf on the chubby snow doll. In the snow, you chase after me, wrestling and rolling, and it's fun. The sound of feet stepping on the snow echoed in my ears, crunching like random music, but it felt different. Snowflakes have brightened the world, and we can always see trees, houses, men and Yuan Ye under a blue sky after the snow, like a vivid and simple picture scroll, dusty in the depths of memory. The joy and intoxication at that time still haunt me today.

Just when I miss the winter snow in my childhood and feel embarrassed and lost because it won't snow this winter, snowflakes are floating in the sky, and the falling snow is wet and floating to the ground. Although there was a thin layer later, there was no way to make a snowman and have a snowball fight. When people walk on the road, they come out of the mud and their shoes get dirty. The snow rolled up by the car next to them will accidentally fall on their clothes, with mud stains. Passers-by scowled, a little depressed, and had no feeling of being in the snow at all. I really sigh that there is very little snow that people can appreciate incisively and vividly.

There is less and less snow. Heavy snow turns to light snow, more snow turns to less snow. According to scientists' analysis, lack of snow or no snow is the cause of climate warming, which is due to the "greenhouse effect", that is, air pollution caused by industrialization. But what we are losing now is not just snow, but the natural environment on which people live, and what I expect is not only snow, but the awakening of human environmental awareness.

The winter without snow in the north is incomplete, and the situation of life is also incomplete. How to taste without experiencing joys and sorrows, wind, frost, rain and snow? I remember someone once said that although the epic of love, or the great achievements of swallowing mountains and rivers, will eventually disappear like falling snow, it is undoubtedly a precious wealth left to people. I once talked with a friend about my life and lamented that the years are in a hurry. If I have no experience, how can I grow, how can I mature and how can I be strong? If you have not experienced it, how can you understand the true meaning of life?

At this time, the winter snow has been dancing with the wind in my heart, leaning against the window, and the coolness still exists, but I feel that spring has knocked on my heart. ...

7. The poem "Bai Xuege Farewell Tian Wu Gui" is about the Snow Tang: the north wind rolls white grass, and eight In the snow crosses Tatar Day.

Suddenly, like the spring breeze, zhidao came. Blow open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. The north wind swept across the earth, blowing off the white grass, and heavy snow floated in the sky in northern Saibei in August. The spring breeze seems to blow up overnight, and the trees are in full bloom like pear blossoms.

Bai Xuege sent a martial arts referee to Beijing. Tang Dynasty: The north wind rolled white grass, Cen Can and In the snow crossed the Tatar Day. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.

The north wind swept across the earth, breaking the white grass, and it snowed heavily in the sky in August in Saibei. The spring breeze seems to blow up overnight, and the trees are in full bloom like pear blossoms.

Modern Song Qing: The heavy snow in Chen Yi crushed Song Qing in honest and frank. You know, pine trees are noble, noble, and when they melt, they belong to snow.

A thick layer of snow pressed on the pine branches, but the pine trees remained tall and straight. If you want to know the noble character of this pine tree, you must wait until the thick layer of snow on the tree melts.

There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.

The snow in the evening is deeply cut, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, which can drown everything and have a sense of nudity. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers who go out to war, covered with silver armor, and like pieces of sailing ... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is only one piece of silver between heaven and earth, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.

After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow.

I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

I hope it helps you.

9. A 200-word fragment describing snow, I don't know when it snowed, sitting by the window and staring out the window for a long time.

The rain fell on the ground and made a sound, but the snow came quietly. It seems that it didn't want to be noticed when it came, but left a beautiful scenery on earth, leaving people with surprises and joy. Snow is so obscure and selfless ... snow is cold and white, like a sacred goddess.

Snow, falling from the sky, I stretched out my hand, and a snowflake fell on my palm, instantly melted and turned into a drop or two of water, lying quietly in my palm. Staring out of the window, countless snowflakes are flying, singing and dancing.

who is it? Who lost his feather when flapping his wings? who is it? Who lost fluff while dressing? The snow came in such a hurry that it left in a hurry. Until the evening, the snow stopped and left.

I only saw snow on the roof, like a flowing veil ... Yes, the snow had gone, it came quietly and left quietly, leaving people with only a surprise: a child came out of the house and said, "Ah, it snowed just now ...".

10. The composition about snow is 200 words "Look, it's snowing!" I was attracted to the corridor by the sound and looked out. It was really good. The little snowflake is falling slowly, and my heart can't help but give birth to joy. I hope it can bring us a real heavy snow. Soon, the city was gently covered by this gentle snowflake. Every snowflake gently spirals and falls, becoming a small part of a layer of snow on the earth, and every snowflake merges into a beautiful landscape, making the earth white.

Facing the snow, I want to recite some poems I have learned, but I can't remember them. It seems that what nature has given us cannot be expressed in words. Although I can't say it, I can listen, listen to the sound of snow.

It was snowing heavily, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, flying or hovering, or falling straight and quickly, laying on the ground. At this moment, everything is beautiful, a person is silent, standing at the window, but the laughter of those snowflakes echoes in my ears. I can hear their joy.

Before the snow stopped, the children couldn't help coming out to play and have snowball fights. Although it was still snowing, they had a good time regardless of their parents' opposition, full of childhood joy. Snow lets us roll them into fluffy snowballs and then throw them at each other. Although his body was smashed everywhere, they never complained. Give us happiness is its happiness. It warms our hearts with its unique language, and I can hear the sound.

Snow is a good sign for a good year, and it should be a good sign for a year on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month. Snowflakes fall slowly, accompanied by firecrackers, giving people joy. I like to watch the snow quietly, watch the snow fall quietly, and listen to the faint sound of snow, I will feel very peaceful and happy. I saw a group of children having a snowball fight, dodging left and right on the road. I saw a layer of snow covering the young leaves on the lawn, protecting them. I can hear their voices proud of taking on this important task.

The pure snow on the ground bathed in sunshine and enjoyed the last moment of joy. Are they crying for dying lives? No, they are laughing and proud. They finished their task and spread the joy to the world. They gave their lives and played their strengths. They are great, and I can hear the happiness in their lives.

When it snows again, let's stand by the window and listen to a life legend.