The passages described by famous writers about snow are as follows:

1. The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is extremely moist and beautiful; it still has the faint message of youth, and it is extremely healthy. virgin skin. In the snowy fields, there are blood-red camellias, single-petaled plum blossoms with hints of green in the white, dark yellow bell-shaped wintersweet flowers, and cold green weeds beneath the snow.

There were indeed no butterflies; whether bees came to collect honey from camellias and plum blossoms, I can’t remember exactly. But before my eyes I seemed to see winter flowers blooming in the snowy fields, with many bees flying busily, and I could hear them buzzing. ——Lu Xun's "Snow"

2. The top of the mountain is completely white, giving the blue sky a silver edge. On the hillside, the snow is thicker in some places, 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; look at it, this floral dress It seems to be blown by the wind, making you wish to see a little more beautiful mountain skin.

When it was almost sunset, the yellowish sunshine slanted on the mountainside, and the thin snow seemed to be shy suddenly, revealing a little pink. ——Lao She's "Winter in Jinan"

3. The weather was gloomy, and snowflakes were flying in groups. The originally desolate winter world was covered with white and soft snow, which seemed to be richer and warmer. At this time, every tree was covered with white snow. It was like "a sudden spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed on the trees." "Yes." ——Zong Pu's "Red Beans"

4. Early the next morning, snowflakes were floating all over the sky, and the mountains and fields were all white. The wet-smelling early winter snowflakes accumulated on the trees along the road. In several places, the branches of brittle poplar trees were broken by the weight of the snow.

The foraging crows spread their wings and jump between the trees, shaking the snow on the branches. The nearby desolate mountain villages were all buried in the snow, and the distant peaks turned gray in the diffuse snow smoke; even further away, they merged into the misty sky and became misty themselves. ——Zhou Libo, "The Golden Ring"

5. The wind was blowing hard, and the snowflakes were flying in the air like torn cotton wool, falling aimlessly. There is a white road at the foot of the left and right walls, which seems to be two wide edges for the cement-filled stone road in the middle.

There were pedestrians and a sedan carried by two people on the street. They couldn't fight the wind and snow, and looked cowered. More and more snow flakes are falling, and they are filled with white in the sky, falling in all directions. ——Ba Jin's "Home"