Snow composition in Shaoxing
Snow composition in Shaoxing 1 During the Spring Festival, my family went to my uncle's house in Shaoxing to pay a New Year call.
When I arrived in Shaoxing, I saw a good dog snowing there. Snowflakes are falling, and the ground becomes a white carpet covered with cotton wool; The branches are covered with pears, snowballs and silver bars. From a distance, everything is full of poetry.
After lunch, my father and I took a walk in the snow outside. What a beautiful snow scene! Tired of flying in the air, snowflakes fell on our heads and bodies one after another, and I became an old woman with gray hair. Some snowflakes can be naughty and sneak into my neck. It's really comfortable! I looked back at the snowflakes flying all over the sky and thought: Are these snowflakes a gift from the fairy sister? They are more like white butterflies than Bai Mudan. How I want to become a little snowflake and fly freely in the air.
It's getting colder and colder. When we walked back along the path, we saw popsicles hanging upside down on the eaves, just like the beard on grandpa's chin. Really beautiful! Dad picked a lot and put it in my hand. Wow, it is so cold.
After dinner, on our way home, I thought: the snow in Shaoxing is so beautiful, I hope there is such beautiful snow here!
With this aesthetic fatigue, Shaoxing Snow Composition 2 went to Shaoxing at the end of the Spring Festival.
Just stepped onto the street, the wind and snow filled, the rain mixed with snow, wet the wine flag on the street and the blue bricks at the foot. During the Spring Festival, many shops on both sides of the street were closed, leaving only a few grocery stores with doors open. When eating, people in the grocery store are holding lunch boxes, and the curling heat is set off by snow. Snow silently erased the noise of Shaoxing and restored an original ancient city. The street is empty. Looking up, I saw a layer of Bo Xue on the windowsill, eaves and diva.
On the steps of the stone bridge, erudite stepped on it and rustled. Under the bridge, the song of running water is dripping with the snow in Ying Ying, which is beautiful. Without excessive commercial development, the houses on both sides of the stone bridge are the most common and simple. Simple white walls and blue tiles, with little snowflakes floating on the windowsill. The old man in the house sat quietly on the wooden chair, leaving the door open and looking at the snow outside. When I walked past the house, what I saw suddenly caused me to sing in my memory. Growing up in Jiangnan, how could you not be familiar with the picture of the hut in the snow? How can you not miss it? Moved and quietly sprouted.
The winding water and carved walls in my hometown were shattered in the construction of towns, but Shaoxing is still like this! I can't help feeling jealous.
I met an unexpected Shaoxing on such a snowy day.
Wupeng boat passed by bridge opening, and its shadow was drowned by the snow.