1, when the small snowflakes fluttered and fell on the ground, as if the earth covered with a blanket; fell on the house, want to give the house a cotton coat; it fell on the trees, want to give the trees dressed in silver; it fell on the car, like a layer of white cream. This scene refreshing, intoxicating! All around the white, silver, really beautiful ah!

2, the sky fluttering snowflakes, like feathers, such as jade chips, gently sprinkled, they dance in the sky, like smoke as light, such as willow flakes as light and soft, they are so pure, pure and crystal clear; they are so light, light and silent. Each snowflake is like a piece of melodious, fresh music, like a light, harmonious poetry.

3. The winter wind, like a trumpet, emits a "woo, woo" sound. Children heard, immediately put on thick clothes; small animals heard, are beginning to busy: some are stepping up the transportation of food, ready for the winter time is not hungry; some eat and drink, because they want to long time without eating or drinking, so now to store energy; trees heard, take off the green clothes, put on the golden winter clothes; only the pines and cypresses are different, it is still wearing bright green clothes.

4, whenever the water drops into ice, winter will be a flurry of snow, to gently embrace the crops, so that they enjoy the caress and warmth of the winter season. It mercilessly freeze the pests that harm the crops, so that the crops grow at ease. Once the spring is in the air, winter will quietly melt itself into a sweet spring, noiselessly flowing into the soil, so that the seedlings to enjoy sucking. But when the spring is strong, there is no trace of winter. Winter uses its own life in exchange for a garden full of spring color, it is selfless.

5, winter snow days, frozen thousands of miles. The whole world has become a big refrigerator, the mountains are so cold that they are trembling, the river is frozen stiff, and the air seems to be frozen.

6. I love the snow, I love the snowy landscape, I love winter more. Winter is the year of the soul. Winter, although very cold, but it has an incomparable warmth and hope.

7, dusk snow, deep cut, as if there are thousands of emotions, and like the sea is generally surging, able to drown everything, there is a hint of unveiling the hidden head and tail like a sense of nakedness. Snowflakes form thousands of crystal bright, like a warrior on the march, wearing silver armor, but also like a piece of white sails in the voyage.