Snow warming composition 800

Ever since I saw the snow scene sent by my cousin who was studying in Harbin on WeChat, I have been tickled by the silver enchanting scenery in the north. Since then, I have been looking forward to when Xinyu can have a snowflake flying all over the sky, so that everyone can feel the white scenery. Maybe it's because of the climate warming in recent years. Xinyu, a small town, is rare to fly all over the sky, and the beauty of winter snow in the clouds is light. However, two days ago, the weather forecast said that there would be a heavy snow coming in Xinyu, and the news of snow everywhere began to spread wildly in the circle of friends. Snow is coming, it has passed Jiujiang, arrived in Nanchang, and will soon arrive in Xinyu. Everyone is waiting. I leaned against the window and looked at the distant sky, thinking that the fluttering snowflakes would come slowly through the cold wind, like a butterfly looking for a dream, dancing on the windowsill; Like a holy flower, glittering and translucent and moist as jade, it covers the front and back of the house.

Looking forward to a few days, the heavy snow didn't arrive as scheduled, perhaps to not let us down. It passed by us, let us vaguely see its trace. We have never been able to understand the scene of "the snow returns to people at night" and feel the interest of "talking around the kitchen at night", so we have a "memory of the snow around the air conditioner". At work, several colleagues in this post talked about several heavy snows that impressed everyone in recent years. Everyone is recalling their happy childhood, when they made snowmen and had snowball fights with friends. Snow always brings people endless reverie. Snowflake is naughty. It always dresses up a fairy tale world quietly overnight. Let the child just wake up from a dream and enter a better dream. Thus, in the world of snow, tranquility and happiness are intertwined, indifference and enthusiasm are intertwined, and they rise in the snow.

Pure winter snow, I really miss you. I miss your cleanliness and purity. The sky is full of soft snowflakes, dancing slowly, reaching out to accept the petals of snowflakes, lying in the palm of your hand, cold and cold. That is a memory of my childhood.