It began to snow. This is the first snow in the distance in winter. The snow is like a little pearl, like a drizzle, like a willow flower.
One by one, we hang snow curtains on the roof. The rising snow is sparse through the curtains. And the nearby high-rise buildings are indistinct, like clouds and clouds.
In recent years, the most beautiful thing is to occasionally hear a xxxsqueakxxx of snow pressure, which makes the trees grow The snow grains on the branches are cut into many small pieces, like white sugar. They are waving in the air, landing in no hurry, as if reluctant to leave the sky. There are some quietly jumping in the collar, quietly disappeared, a small piece of snow like smoke, light as smoke, as clean as jade, silver as white, durian are triumphantly down from the sky to kiss the earth.