Excerpts from beautiful sentences describing the white snow in winter

Introduction: The first message that brings winter should be snow. You see, it finally came in people's long-awaited steps. It was so light, soothing and quietly falling from the distant sky. The smooth snowflakes fell on the bare branches and on the bare chests. on the land. Beautiful sentences to describe the white snow in winter

The sky and the earth are like a veil, and the sky is covered with white. The mountains, villages and woods in the distance are looming in the fog, just like the fairyland mentioned in "Journey to the West". The grass on the roadside, the wheat seedlings in the fields, and the vegetable leaves are all covered with dewdrops. They sparkle under the sunlight, as if dewdrops are sprinkled everywhere.

It was just dawn, and I was walking on the way to school with my schoolbag on my back. The boundary between heaven and earth is so hazy: the mountains are white, the sky is white, and white mist is floating on the water. I want to touch this strange fog, but it is like a naughty child, running away to the east and west...

The sky is as clear as a blue, and the bright sunshine is shining through the dense pine needles. It shines down through the gaps, forming beams of thick and thin beams of light, illuminating the tree shadows filled with gauze-like mist.

The weather is getting cold, and it seems to be getting colder even if it is cold. The days before were still warm and sunny, but a snowstorm was coming without any warning. It was so cold that it caught people off guard.

The weather is getting cold, and it seems to be getting colder even if it is cold. The days before were still warm and sunny, but a snowstorm was coming without any warning. It was so cold that it caught people off guard. Just like me now, sitting here with cold hands and feet, chewing on the cold air that keeps coming from the bottom of my heart. I have always said that I am cold, but I have never been so cold as today, as if something fell into my heart all of a sudden. So heavy.

The evening breeze blows, and I suddenly feel comfortable. You said you wanted to see the words I wrote to you. You thought about it for a long time, but you didn’t know where to start. The time we spent together has been in the friendship of close friends, so we should cherish it. Let the wind carry my most sincere blessings to you. If you are happy, I will be happy. If you are well, it is spring.

I have been looking forward to the snow so that we can have a snowball fight. There had been no snow for two years, but at the beginning of winter, there was a heavy snowfall. Unfortunately, the snow melted as it fell. Although it had been snowing all day, there was not much snow on the ground, only on the leaves. Leave a little snow on top and at the base of the wall.

The northwest wind whistles, gently telling me: winter is coming. The leaves are dancing and gently telling me: winter is coming. The earth is wrapped in a white quilt, gently telling me: winter is coming.

Snow covered the roofs and roads, broke the branches, concealed the appearance of various objects, blocked roads and traffic, and the snowflakes flying all over the sky made the sky and the earth melt into one white body.

The snowflakes are in thousands of crystal clear shapes, like warriors on an expedition, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing on a long voyage.

It's snowing. What beautiful snowflakes. When early winter comes, snowflakes promptly report the coming of winter. When get out of class was over, the students ran to the playground. Some were cheering, some were jumping, and some opened their hands to catch the flying snowflakes. Behold, behold, the earth is covered with snow. There is snow everywhere on the sky and on the ground. White earth, white houses, white woods.

A thin layer of white snow, like a huge soft woolen blanket, covers the vast wilderness, shining with cold silver light.

Early in the morning, my mother woke me up. I walked to the balcony to breathe in the fresh air. A cold wind blew violently towards me. My spirit was lifted. I looked at the distant peaks. The mountains were covered with mist, and the continuous mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist. Down, just like in fairyland.

When winter comes, the earth seems even more lifeless: the mountains are desolate, the trees are withered, no birds are seen flying, and no beasts are heard. At first glance, it looks like a curtain of low clouds. A lifeless picture is frozen.

I have always been alone, coming and going in the cold wind. That figure is so thin that I feel sad when I see it; too many memories and too much helplessness continue to light up my soul in the cold wind. Deep sadness, unhealed wounds, began to hurt. The wind is no longer biting, it just clings to the cheeks and chest. The temperature in the chest is struggling desperately, trying its best to maintain the original warmth, but the temperature of the heart cannot stop the cold invasion.

After another heavy snowfall, the sky is still blue, and more crystal clear than the sea blue. Thousands of peaks and ridges, as far as the eye can see, are all white, shining with a continuous silver light.

When walking in the fields, sometimes you will suddenly encounter a tree. There is no other scene, just a tree, growing alone in the open fields. This kind of tree is often very easy to grow. The growing black locust tree, the dark trunk, the cracked bark, the branches stretch towards the distant sky, and even the sky will give in.

Under this heavy and deep sky, the spring snow flying all over the sky, gentle and quiet, thoughtful and enlightened, gently kissed my cheek, and gently slid in. My collar, the charming face that has not changed for thousands of years, brings me a wisp of spring tenderness.

When I wake up in the morning, the glass of the living room window is covered with beautiful Bingxiao flowers, like rows of cedar trees, standing tall against the wind and snow; like the tail of a beautiful peacock in full bloom, lifelike. ; Like patches of grass growing vigorously under the spring sunshine; and like cute little squirrels jumping happily on the stones... Nature is so amazing, a pair of invisible hands, quietly creating A beautiful and magical wonder. I forgot about the cold and watched it greedily as if I were eating a delicious food.

Standing in front of the window, you can only see the snow falling slowly like dancing steps. Standing on the balcony, you can reach out and catch a few snowflakes, which makes people feel the freehand feeling of "when the six flying flowers come into the house, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into green branches." Standing in the wild, the snow falls on your body singing and dancing, and slowly you merge into the soul of the snow. Only then do you truly realize that "only then can you see that the clouds on the top of the mountain are like clouds, and the snow is like dust on the shore. Thousands of peaks of bamboo shoots and rocks A vast scene of thousands of jade trees, thousands of usneas trees and thousands of flowers.

At this time, I looked towards the mountains in the distance again. Look, the dwarf pine trees on the mountain are getting darker and darker, with a bun of white flowers on the top of the tree, like a Japanese nanny. The top of the mountain is all white, giving the blue sky a silver edge. The snow is thicker in some places on the hillside, and the grass is still exposed in some places. In this way, one part is white and the other is dark yellow, giving the mountains a floral dress with water patterns. Beautiful sentences to describe the white snow in winter

1. Heavy snow comes with the cold winter. The streets seem to be made of silver, so bright and glorious. The long icicles hang like crystal daggers on the eaves. In front of me, the breath of pedestrians also turned into puffs of white smoke.

2. The whole earth seems to be wrapped in a layer of silver yarn, and also seems to be shrouded in a layer of mist. The pine trees beside the road are covered with "crystal dust", which emits a dazzling light. If your exclamation alarms the birds on the branches, the "crystal dust" will spread like morning mist and blend into the earth silently; if you shake the branch playfully, the "crystal dust" will It makes a crisp sound of "ding-dong-dang-dang", which makes you intoxicated. However, no one is willing to shake the branches, because no one has the heart to destroy the flawless "crystal" handicraft

3. Snowflakes are falling slowly, like reed flowers, catkins, and light goose feathers, endless. Floating, floating, like the beautiful silver butterflies dancing in the courtyard, and like a group of little dancers in gauze, dancing and spinning lightly in the air with the music from the sky, Dance a moving dance. Such a brisk figure, such an elegant dance, every crystal snowflake is like a melodious, melodious, and fresh light music, and it is like a brisk, harmonious, and bright little poem.

4. After he walked for a while, the hot air sprayed out from his mouth and nostrils condensed into layers of frost flowers, freezing around the leather hat, just like a silver helmet. On his face which was red with cold.

5. In winter, the willow trees covered with frost and snow outdoors are full of tree hangings, like silver bars hanging from the trees, which is particularly spectacular.

6. The autumn of abundant harvests has passed away, and the winter of flying snowflakes has finally arrived.

7. Large tracts of snowflakes are flying all over the sky like thousands of elegant and noble white butterflies. I opened the window and stretched out my hand to catch the snowflakes. I was very happy when I saw a snowflake falling on my hand. But when he retracted his hand, it melted. Why was it so shy? The snow was falling harder and harder, but the snowflakes were getting smaller and smaller, and dense snowflakes were seen swirling and falling to the ground.

8. The weather was gloomy, and the sky was filled with thick, low, gray-yellow turbid clouds. The northeast wind roared and ran wildly in the wilderness. It seemed to be holding a sharp sword, which could pierce through the tight leather jacket, not to mention the exposed face, which was scratched one after another by it. The pain is excruciating.

9. Counting nine cold days, thousands of miles of ice. The whole world has become a big refrigerator, the mountains are shaking with cold, the rivers are frozen stiff, and the air seems to be solidifying.

10. The snow is falling, and people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine trees and the ice fragrance of white snow give people a cool and soothing feeling. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, even my soul is being purified, becoming pure and beautiful. The tree has been covered with a white gauze dress, and the ground seems to be covered with a thick white quilt. The earth has become a world of pink and jade. ah! So beautiful! I am intoxicated in this silver-clad world!

11. The snow at dusk is deep, as if there are thousands of emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, able to submerge everything, and there is a sense of nakedness like uncovering the hidden head and revealing the tail. The snowflakes have various shapes and are crystal clear, like warriors on an expedition, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing on a long voyage...

12. Grandpa Dong gave us a precious gift gift - snow. These hexagonal little things fell down in a hurry. It is so mysterious and unpredictable. They are as light as gauze and as soft as silk. They come to the world quietly like fairies. This ever-changing snowflake is amazing! Sometimes it is like pieces of petals falling slowly; sometimes it is like wisps of poplar catkins singing and dancing; sometimes it is like balls of duck down falling in a crowd.

When I walked out of the door, the snow fell heavier and heavier, and the snowflakes fell slowly, like butterflies dancing in the air; gradually, the snow fell heavier. They are flying one after another, pieces and groups, covering your eyes. When you are not paying attention, it falls into your face again. When you reach out your hand to catch it, it falls from your face again. It slipped away from the palm of my hand, and it kept raining like this... Early in the morning, look... Oh, the snow was like a magician, instantly covering the houses and trees into a world of pink makeup and jade...

13. Snow is the messenger of winter and the symbol of whiteness. It decorates the earth with its own unique appearance. As clean as jade, as light as smoke, as soft as catkins, they fall from the sky and decorate this beautiful world "covered in silver, extremely enchanting".

14. In winter, a thin layer of white snow, like a huge soft wool blanket, covers the vast wilderness, shining with cold silver light.

15. Although winter does not have the charming birds singing and fragrance of flowers in spring, the spectacular lightning and thunder in summer, and the attractive abundant fruits in autumn, it also has the implicit beauty dedicated to nature.

16. The sun came out and the school on the roof began to melt. The house seemed to be crying sadly, leaving drops of tears. The tears turned into ice, and ice bars hung from the eaves, like crystal clear beards on the house.

17. In winter, no matter how you appear in front of us, you are the most stunning, the most beautiful, and the most memorable.

18. I love snow, I love snow scenery, and I love winter even more. Winter is the growth ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

19. The heavy snow fell one after another, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, either flying, hovering, or falling straight and fast, and fell to the ground.

20. Once autumn is over, it’s winter. Winter is the coldest season of the four seasons.

21. It snowed, and pieces of snowflakes fell from the sky. After a while, the ground, trees, and roofs all turned white.

22. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, snow blocked the windows, and the ice skates were like small translucent crystal pillars, hanging in rows on the eaves.

23. In winter, heavy snow like goose feathers falls down one after another. The snow fell on the ground, thick and soft; the snow fell on the house, white, loose and soft; the trees were covered with snow, and the branches were bent by the snow. The sun shines brightly on the snow-capped mountains.

24. Winter is another gentle girl. She puts ruddy color on the rising sun and covers the earth with white gauze. Look, the rising sun in the blue sky is as red as the face of a drunkard. Appeared from behind the tree. Its brilliance shines on the earth and brings a touch of warmth to people. The country roads were covered with white frost, making a rustling sound under people's feet.