In winter, not spring flowers, the scenery pleasant, is not so scorchingsummer, thunder and lightning; Not so fruitful, autumn leaves fly: but it bringsus a flying snowflakes.
In the morning, I opened the Windows look: snowflakes slowly float, likephoto, such as catkin, like QingYouYou goose feather, like dandelion seeds,there are endless leisure, and just like the beautiful YinDie dance in thecourtyard, also seems to be a group of white elf, floating in the air, spinning,finally slowly fell on the ground, into numerous small water droplets ofdiamond.
Under the deck of snow, the earth became a snow-white, vanity jade build bylaying bricks or stones in the world. Nearby, some dead branches of the treescovered with a layer of fluffy, soft snow at the end of the son. While thesummer and winter evergreen trees, covered with a bead pearly snow to seed. Hitsthe trees under the white foil as one by one, beautiful girl. The wind blows,the branches gently shaking, the silver light flashing to seed, snowsnow son, at the end of the float down from the trees and leaves. Looked at thebeautiful snow, I can't help but sigh: "like night of spring breeze comessuddenly, thousands of critics, pear tree to open!"
Looked at the snow outside the window, I involuntarily stretch out hisarms, outside the window a little a few times, laid the palm of your hand, onlylight water lines. I stretched out a helping hand to the sky, and to god for afew snow flower, god seems to heart, after a while, a few naughty snow girl isslipped from my hand up into my mouth. The snow that I closed my eyes thenexperience the taste of cool and refreshing slowly into my heart.
