Essays on Snow Scenery Prose

Snow Prose 1: Snow Appreciation and Meditation

Last night, I also discussed with my friends the couplet "I don't know if it will fall today, but it is suspected that it bloomed last night". Unexpectedly, the morning is "blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". Snowflakes mixed with fallen leaves are still flying all over the sky, which means "it's cold in Whitestorm, but the snowflakes are big". I really couldn't bear to live up to this beautiful snow color, so I went up the mountain to enjoy the snow.

The leaves of Sophora japonica trees on both sides of the road are still green and very vicissitudes. There is a thick layer scattered on the ground, and the color of the earth turns green, sometimes revealing white. Walk such a long way to the foot of the mountain. Climbing up the stairs, I found that the snow on the steps was covered with footprints. It seems that many people know how to cherish this snow scene better than I do. Forsythia suspensa and Tanchun Tanchun on both sides of the steps retain the falling snowflakes with the dead leaves, and the red willows growing everywhere are even more powerful at this time. Someone wrote a line on the steps and looked at it carefully. "XX, I love you, but you don't know". The handwriting is beautiful and the name is vague. I think it was a shy woman's special expression to her beloved man at the beginning of winter and snow. The newcomer was very knowledgeable and left these words intact. This is a warm scenery in such cold weather.

The mountains in Lanzhou are mostly soil, so it is estimated that it will take a lot of time and energy to develop them into landscapes. This mountain is. After one step, I arrived at the graduation forest. All the trees were planted when the graduates left, and now they have become a forest, and many of them have grown into big trees. After many years, I don't know what kind of mentality it will be to watch the trees I planted become talents. Touch the thick layer of snow on the stone tablet with your hand, and several bright red graduation forest characters bloom in the white snowflake. The snow in the Woods is as smooth as white practice, and there is no trace of destruction. This is really a clean world.

Not far from graduation forest is a piece of red willow. He must have gone through hundreds of years of vicissitudes, with empty trunks and holes filled with snow. Red branches and white snow complement each other. The ancients said: "When the cold comes and the summer goes, you will know the pine and cypress, and you will adjust it." Who doesn't know that willow is also an extremely cold-resistant plant? "Let the east, west, north and south winds prevail and stick to the upward trend." The spirit of Liu Hong, who dares to be lonely, poor, proud and not afraid of cold, has become the representative of folk festivals in northwest China.

The snow is still falling, but it is much smaller. I shook off the snow and walked to the peony garden. I don't need to think, I still want to see how peony can stand such loneliness. When there are many tourists in prosperity, you can only be heartbroken alone when you are lonely.

To my surprise, the roses in the rose garden are still blooming. A few green leaves are still stubbornly guarding their posts, holding a few red Chinese rose flowers, which are very eye-catching and extremely lonely on the white land. Ash trees are still smooth and bright, leaving only the trunk with some snow on it. When I got here, I began to miss the plum tree in the mountain hotel. "Mei needs snow for three minutes, but the snow has lost Mei for a while." What a beautiful sentence. But I don't think I can see the scene of the spring competition in Xue Mei, even in early spring, because the weather is too cold.

The mountain is not high, but you can have a bird's eye view of the whole city from the top. Looking pleasing to the eye, the whole city is so clean. The heart also becomes broad and pure. This heavy snow may be a baptism of nature to the world and people's hearts. Standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the white earth, you can breathe with confidence, don't worry about too much waste gas hidden in the air, close your eyes and think with confidence, and feel the breath of nature in silence. I am eager to have an in-depth communication with her. Will she talk to me? It is reported that heavy snow has started in Anhui, Jiangsu and Hubei. I am afraid of another snowstorm! How beautiful nature is. After decades and hundreds of years, will our children and grandchildren still have the chance to be as sentimental as I am?

Snow Scenery Prose II: Snow Scenery Feeling

It just snowed yesterday. Looking around this morning, it was covered with snow. The snow is so white and pure that you can't feel her presence. Only the spirit that falls on the face can make people feel her gentleness.

I thought this winter had passed quietly, but I didn't expect such a jubilant snow to ease the drought and purify people's mood. Like me, I didn't go to work and enjoyed the snow at home.

The beautiful scenery ... makes my thoughts fly, and I can't help thinking of many past events. In the silver world, the students who play with each other and with each other's snow poles seem to feel their fluttering figures and cheerful laughter, as if they are close at hand and can hear their breathing … and as if they are far away, their faces are out of reach. I don't know if they are like me at the moment, thinking of many warm and sweet past events and many perfect years before, so let me cherish this moment! I think of them silently, bless them silently, but don't want to break them. For a long time, my friends and classmates have no contact, and I feel a little rusty, but I always have their place in my heart, and occasionally I will turn it out and try it myself. Perhaps this is the occasional mental nap of busy modern people!

In the busy life for career and family, we are like a top, spinning at high speed and never stopping. I wonder what will be left when we stop. In fact, we might as well learn from snowflakes, come into this world, come gracefully, quietly leave, leaving a piece of white. ...

Snow Scene Prose III: Snow Clean Wasteland

Snow is a natural spirit, soft and beautiful. Elegant in the sky, chic in the ground, diffuse in people's field of vision, charming and moist in the hearts of old people. Watching the snow has become a unique scenery to purify the soul. Goods are outside the painting, and enjoyment is outside the painting. Others are amazed at the silence and mysterious nobility under the white water.

In good years and heavy snow, pearls are as gold as iron. Perhaps in people's minds, a gift of biotechnology will produce countless illusions. Although she stayed for a short time, she showed a beautiful but indelible spiritual feeling, just as it was unbearable to yearn for green in spring and sweet spring in drought. The irresistible demand for purification, from nature to human nature, I hope this softness is no longer the cold scene under the ethereal sky, nor the myth of noble winter. It is expected to be quiet and auspicious, desolate and full of new clothes.

Snow is the home of the north, and it is the character of love created by the plateau desert. Heroic is the style of snow dyeing, and rough is the color of snow embroidery. She made the children forget to go home, stay in the white world, smile, make a snowman and have a snowball fight, make the thick and soft experience bold and unrestrained, and let the flying elegance write the atmosphere. Pines and cypresses are majestic and tall, and ice sculptures and jade pendants are like blooming saussurea involucrata. Cangshan plastic wax figure, can't tell where is the peak, where is the gully, where is the village, where is the battlements. Quiet mountains and rivers have become so elegant and peaceful, beautiful and generous!

The snow-covered scene is so noble and beautiful that it should be a gift and reward from nature. She brought whiteness to the world and scattered the sadness of temperature condensation all over the sky. When we were lucky enough to appreciate her dancing, we couldn't help but be surprised that the charm of one night turned another mountain and river into a holy land, and China was dazzled by her softness and weakness. She doesn't paint or bathe, but uses exquisite carving, small makeup, white poetry and gentleness to embody a charm, which makes the image show a grandeur. Although snow and rain are natural wonders and temperature achievements, they are quiet and eye-catching because of the cleanliness, whiteness and brightness of snow, and elegant scenery is hard to meet. It snowed heavily this year, which is hard to see in a hundred years. The whole wasteland is white, crystal clear, pure and beautiful, comfortable and magnificent everywhere!

Whiteness is a unique gift given by nature to mankind. White is both a symbol of cleanliness and an open display. She dedicated her amorous feelings to the earth and showed her miracle with sadness and beauty. It would be a bit too cliche to appreciate it only with snow and auspicious years. How pleasant it would be to interpret softness as passion and taste silvery white as silent music that purifies everything, lingering outside and feeling something in your heart! If you put a snowflake in the palm of your hand and watch it turn into a water drop, you will be immediately moved. Everything that changes is a living carrier, singing different hymns to dress up the world! Perhaps seeing things is no longer as simple as thinking about the scenery, so that the jumping of the heart and the change of the scenery can be integrated into the spiritual consciousness.

The boring eyes are gone, and we are pleasing to the eye. Although we know that it is only a short moment, a wonderful moment, at least we realize that the color of life is so gorgeous. We know that the species will be full of vitality in the coming year, but full of green can't help but miss the wonderful moment brought by whiteness to the world. Heaven and earth are affectionate, the four seasons are intentional, Pingchuan is gentle, the plateau is snowy, and the sky is pure and materialized, competing with each other. Let us inadvertently capture an emotional charm, pour out to this home with blurred colors, comfort ourselves and comfort the world that we once enjoyed with our eyes!

Snow Scene Prose 4: The First Snow of that Year

Life will always give us some unexpected surprises and let us have the most extraordinary ourselves in the most ordinary days. Maybe it's a vague back, maybe it's a beautiful encounter, or it's just a sudden heavy snow.

This is my second autumn in college, but I am still so strange to the campus. It seems that if you take another step, you will get lost in the crowds coming and going. I heard that the Ginkgo Garden on Ginkgo Avenue has fallen down layer by layer, and the golden color of the ground really makes me look forward to it. That was the only way for me to attend class, and I always suppressed my joy at that time. It seems that everyone found her and stopped to share with me. No, this is not the quiet beauty I want. I think so alone.

Sitting in the computer classroom, staring at the computer screen, almost all of which are unfamiliar English words, makes me feel a little annoyed. Think about the reluctance when I came last year, and I will get used to it after one year. I'm glad I didn't release that kind of dissatisfaction when I was sitting in the classroom, otherwise I would be doing the most ordinary things in a corner of the city now and learning to integrate into this society without anyone asking. It is very cold in winter in Lu 'an, but I can't figure out whether the air conditioner in every classroom I have stayed in is broken. The cold wind crustily skin of head, also from the narrow door to squeeze in. What is it doing? Is it also afraid of the cold silence outside? Maybe, after all, people outside the window are so wrapped up.

I thought if there was a girl I liked next to me, I would definitely close the transparent glass door, but I didn't. I sat in front of the computer and thought quietly, recalling every article I read and every nostalgic scenery. I wanted to write down and record every wonderful moment, but I didn't. Time passes unconsciously in meditation. Like most people, it's just a way to kill time. Mine is too cold to fit. I thought someone saw it, but it didn't.

Is it snowing? So suddenly. Seeing the girl's surprised expression, I also smiled for the first time. It seems that everyone wants to go to cut class to see the first snow on 20 16, but I am not so surprised, but become so sad. On the way after school, I heard the most praise for the first snow, but there were also complaints about the cold air. And I hid in the crowd, walked slowly with an umbrella, listening to the snow falling on the umbrella, as if no one else had any sense of existence, and I forgot my classmates who accompanied me to dinner. Ginkgo biloba leaves are in that place, I think there will be praise? Yes! Who wants to see the leaves covered with mud? On the first snowy day, there is nothing more beautiful than snow!

Perhaps, like most people, the beauty in my eyes will always be replaced by another thing. It's like I'm sitting at my desk and writing it down now, so I won't have any memories of her next time. This is just a secret that no one knows. Simple and happy. If you are really smart, you just smile. Even if others don't understand, every leaf you wipe becomes so meaningful. Leave a place to be quiet, I will sit in front of it, I will enjoy this long-lost reunion, and no one will come in after closing the door.

A rain, a snow, just too suddenly, I forgot to look up, maybe I know all this, I'm just waiting for you to tell me, "It's beautiful to see the first snow!" " I saw it. Really beautiful!

Snow Scenery Prose 5: Drunken Snow Seeking Dreams

Standing in the winter wind, I feel the solemnity of winter. Looking around, the branches and leaves are sparse and scattered, and birds stand quietly on the branches, counting the fleeting years in the winter scenery. Only a few small pieces of sunshine scattered around, as if a lonely heart with a little gorgeous color, leaving my thoughts far away.

Flowers bloom and fall, and there are several winters. Looking forward to the endless snow dance season, I really want to cook a snowy night talk with you, give a snow rhyme lurking in the depths of my memory, and listen to the rhythmic shallow songs of crystal snowflakes. ...

Push open the skylight of dreams, listen to the snow leisurely, listen to the white heart of snow falling in front of the window, listen to the sigh of snow gently, listen to the warm sound of snow falling on the ground, just like listening to the sound of flowers, pieces of snow dance lightly, with a smile and fragrance.

White flying feathers, white snow robe on the skin of the world in winter. Looking around, a snowflake, through the traces of winter, sings and dances lightly and burns heartily, with 10,000 kinds of tenderness in the crystal heart and all kinds of thoughts, Ying Ying blooms in the heart like snow.

The world of mortals is snowing, and the snow reflects the cold winter. I wonder whose forehead this flying elf is hanging on. Whose idea was it?

The snow is still floating, and the drunken night conveys my overflowing thoughts and walks in a poetic dream.