A season is snow, there is a season of snow, there is a season of peace and harmony, it is winter. With the fall of the winter, the winter is coming.

People are wearing thick overcoats, and few pedestrians on the road, instead of their dead yellow leaves. The little tree swayed in the cold wind like a weak girl, as if it were inadvertently falling down. Snow durian fell down in the air, the snow is falling like angel wings wings.

The snow slid slowly down from the air, and did not seem to want to leave the beautiful sky. It flies in the air like a white butterfly. It is not summer wind fierce, no spring willow in the air Zhang Yang. He just fluttered down in silence and landed on the ground. They hit the house, dyed the branches, dyed white flowers like a magician, dyed white children's hair, and even bleached the whole earth.

Feather like snowflakes drifting profusely and disorderly. Fall from the sky, for the colorful world, to add a snow white for the red dust. The misty sky is very mysterious. It seems within reach, but zhichitianya. In this boundless snowflake, everything looks smaller, like the willow in front of that door, standing beside the path, covering the shade of the lower eaves.

Whenever this time, I will not want to stand in the snow, they look very pretty and charming figure. Enjoy their light dance steps and listen to the breathing of their sleeping land. They are pure envoys, with their tiny body to cover the busy, cover up the Chen miscellaneous. They stop eating cooked food. The world is drunk and drunk in white. They are all fallen, with cold feelings that people lament, flourishing, everything is snow.

I see from the window of the large snowflakes outside under the snow, like a dandelion fluttering in the sky. The snow on the roof like a white scarf; the snow fell in the tree like decorated with silver flowers; the snow fell on the car like a loaf of bread, the whole world a world of ice and snow, a vast expanse of whiteness, see this beautiful scene, I and Yuqing never tempted excitement, unable to restrain the emotions at go downstairs. The downstairs is even more beautiful. The grass is shivering with cold. The flowers can not bear the pressure of the snow, and only the trees still stand there in the distance.

The road on both sides of the trees while bare, but the snow uncle decoration hung hairy, sparkling silver, a graceful girl, flower beds are the workers removed, replaced by a blossoming defying cold snow flower". Look, the stairs on the bridge do not know who has been laid on a layer of rugs and stepped on the soft. Only the evergreen pines and cypresses, still verdant, like a woman in a green border guards, they are not afraid of hard, not afraid of the cold, don't like is that tall and straight pine?