Ask for a composition describing the snow scene (before, during and after the snow)

the first snow "look, it's snowing!" " I was attracted to the corridor by this sound, and when I looked out, it was really good. Small snowflakes were falling slowly, and my heart could not help but give birth to a joy, hoping that it would bring us a real heavy snow. Soon, the city was gently covered by this gentle snowflake. Every snowflake gently circled and fell, becoming a small part of a layer of snow on the earth, and each snowflake merged into a beautiful scenery that made the earth white. Facing the snow, I want to recite a few poems I have learned, but I can't remember them. It seems that what nature has given us can't be expressed in words. Although I can't say it, I can listen to the sound of snow. The snow is falling, and the snowflake is dancing in various postures in the air, flying, hovering, or falling straight and fast, laying on the ground. At this moment, everything is beautiful, one is all. The laughter and laughter of the snowflakes rang in my ears. I could hear their joy. Before the snow stopped, the children couldn't help coming out to play, having snowballs and snowballing. Although the snowflakes were still falling, they had a good time regardless of their parents' opposition, full of childhood joy. The snow let us knead them into fluffy snowballs and then hit each other. Although his body was smashed and splashed everywhere. It's its happiness. It gives us the warmth of our hearts with its unique language. I can hear this sound. It's a good sign that the snow will be abundant in the spring festival. Snowflakes fall slowly, which gives people joy with the sound of firecrackers. I like to watch the snow quietly, watch it fall quietly and listen to its faint sound, and I will feel peaceful and happy in my heart. I see a group of children having snowball fights on the road again. A layer of snow covers the young leaves and protects them. I can hear the sound of their pride in shouldering this heavy responsibility. The pure snow on the ground bathes in sunshine and enjoys the last moment of joy. Are they crying for their coming life? No, they are laughing and proud. They have completed their task and spread joy to the world. They have given their lives and brought their strengths into full play. They are great. I can hear the joy in their lives. When it snows again, let's stand at the window and listen attentively to a life legend.