It's snowing. This is Chun Xue. Snow is like a tiny ice hockey, made by someone. Smooth and flat, rustled by the whistling north wind, hitting people's faces and getting into people's necks. Hey! It's so cold. Pedestrians on the road put up their collars one by one, hid their heads and shrank their necks, and quickened their pace. However, as if they were not afraid of the cold, we children jumped and shouted happily: It's snowing! It snowed, and Chun Xue melted when it fell to the ground. After a while, the ground was covered with water.
3. In Chun Xue, a bunch of jujube trees higher than the courtyard wall failed to bear fruit due to freezing injury. Under the comfort of the wind and rain, I swept away the listlessness and depression of the past sunshine, as if I had no face to see anyone. I spread my leaves, swaying in the wind, scattering my shadow, overlapping and swaying green branches, triumphant and slightly shy without fruit.
4. In the south of China in early spring, the snow-covered flowers are exquisite and as thin as gauze, and the old trees dance with the wind, hastening germination to spring snow.
I grew up in the north and never loved snow. Teenagers like reciting poems because they are too quiet and romantic, so the poems that jump on the ice are still fresh in their memories. Lu Xun gave a detailed description of the snow in the south of the Yangtze River and the north: the snow in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and the snowflakes in the north will always be like powder and sand after flying, and will never stick together and scatter on the house, the ground and the hay. But I think the snow in the north written here is winter snow. As for Chun Xue in the north, I think it's quite snowy in the south of the Yangtze River! Isn't this the case with the first Chun Xue on the third day of the first lunar month? I live in a tall building and look out of the window. There is a thick pile of velvet on the balcony fence. A layer of snow, moist and moist, brings the fresh news of spring. It's sunny and sunny. From my window, I can see the green western hills. On this day, Beijing is white, with rows of endless snow tops, black and white, forming a very unique painting, very beautiful.
6. What a beautiful Chun Xue, pear trees after pear trees, bathed in warm sunshine, with lovely flowers. At that moment, I was completely attracted by this pear flower temperament. Walk into the ocean of flowers.