The snowflakes were dancing in the air, flying, hovering, falling straight and fast, and laying on the ground.
In winter, goose feather snow fell in the sky, and there was white everywhere. Only the pine trees were still so bright green. Snow flakes drifted down on them, like white flowers.
They eventually fall, some fall to the ground, some fall to the sea, some fall to the lake, some fall to the top of the mountain, mountains, a wide area, accompanied by snow.
The pine trees stand green in the white snow, swaying with the harsh Southeast wind, and retracting the sharp and harsh roar, as if intentionally despising winter.
In winter, the sky here is always gloomy and grey. The sun seems to be afraid of the cold and slips away from the east to the west.
The ice on the glass window has been sunbathed, the snow outside the window is still thick on the ground, and the roof opposite is white. Winter never meant to leave the earth, as if it would last forever.
In winter, the snow like goose hair is falling down and falling. The ground was covered with snow, thick and soft.
Winter is like this: both rough appearance and internal show. It seems to tell us that life is alive, only after a severe test, can we get the best things.
Winter is a cold season. Although cold brings inconvenience to people, it also has a beautiful and lovely side. I like winter, because it can train people's will and make people stronger.
Outside the window, snowflakes were flying like hundreds of butterflies, rushing towards the window glass, bumping skinningly on the glass, and flying to one side.
The sun in late autumn is covered with orange lampshade, which radiates soft light and shines warmly on the body and face.
Winter is a fascinating season, and everywhere is a vast expanse of whiteness. The snow is everywhere. It is as moist as jade, as light as fog, and flying with the wind in the sky.
The cold wind pierces the heart like a needle. In this ghostly weather, pedestrians on the roadside have disappeared, birds, animals, disappeared without trace.
By the side of the road, snow covered the pavement with white quilts, which left a string of foot cherry white snow on the quilt, and clothed the trees with white cloaks, making them more powerful.
After a short walk, the hot air from his mouth and nostrils condensed into a layer of frost, frozen around his leather cap, like a silver helmet on his red face.
It snowed, first small snowflakes, like willow catkins, gently fluttering; then the bigger the fall, a burst of tight.
After a heavy snowfall, the sky was as blue as it was, and it was more crystal clear than the sea blue. The peak of thousand peaks is white, shining with a continuous silver light.
The house was covered with snow, white and soft; the trees were covered with snow, and the snow bent the branches. The sun shone on the white snow mountain, giving out a dazzling light.
The sunshine piercing the clouds is like a golden thread, criss-crossing, sewing the light grey and blue grey clouds into a beautiful pattern.
The deciduous willows were covered with hairy, shiny silver strips; the evergreen pines and cypresses in winter and summer were piled with fluffy, heavy snowballs.
It's very cold in winter. To tell the truth, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I feel differently.
A cluster of clusters of snow fell, as if countless broken cotton balls rolled down the sky.
Winter is coming, the cold current is coming, the snow like goose feather is flying in the sky, the whole world is wearing a white coat.
The snow finally stopped. The fields were snowy, and houses and hills were covered with silver. Snow, like a group of soft goose feathers, stirred up a chaotic beach in the daytime, and spread out extraordinarily flat.
Snow, like cotton floss, like reeds, like dandelion's fluffy seeds, flies in the wind.
Snow fairies are waving their sleeves heartily, while the sky, earth, rivers and mountains are pure and clean with no mud.
Look at the mountains in the distance, covered by snow, such as white silk and satin, the shadow of clouds embroidered on it like dark flowers, a holy mountain.
The winter snow is very cold. The whole world became a big refrigerator. The mountains were shivering, the rivers were frozen stiff, and the air seemed to freeze.
Sad love, belong to me or to memories, my love returned to the original blooming season, not as before! I left the Cape cape with you. Over there, we made a promise all the way.
Winter is a beautiful season. Beautiful Rhododendron like blood, bright red and gorgeous camellia, plum blossom not afraid of severe cold and snow, and precious peony flowers, these beautiful flowers are fascinating, so that people drive away the cold.
When the rain stopped, the sky was like ink-splashing clouds, the distance was blue, and outside the small window was a lonely winter scene.
In winter, although there are no charming flowers and birds in spring, no spectacular lightning and thunder in summer, and no attractive fruits in autumn, it also has implicit beauty for nature.
The sun was greeting the sunset, showing a bright red face. Suddenly, thousands of golden rays passed through the treetops and dyed the water with a layer of carmine.
At the beginning of the snowstorm, the sun seems to be closing the distance between people in winter, which is very clear and dazzling. But the temperature of the sun seems to be cooled by ice and snow, and it is too hot to heat up.
The sun was lower, red as blood, and there was an eye-catching broad wave on the water, stretching from the edge of the ocean to the edge of the boat.
Winter - a respectable teacher. It is like a thermos bottle, cold and warm outside, silently gives life a severe test, screening, elimination, training how many brave strong.
A thin layer of snow, like a huge soft wool blanket, covered the vast desert, shining with cold silver.
In a few moments, the snow grew bigger and bigger, and the snow granules became snow flakes, like goose feathers, floating slowly and leisurely down, flying in succession, drifting and sprinkling, like the Jade Leaf and Honeysuckle scattered by the goddess.
The night sky snowflake floats, the floor trembles. You have been merciless, and I regret it. The battle is clear and the snow is still here.
When the dawn had not yet arrived, I felt extremely cold, so I rushed back to the dormitory, took a dress and put it on. The newly boiled water is frozen on the ground.