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magical and lovely. The snow is getting heavier and heavier. At dusk, the whole world has turned silver white. A thick snow blanket is paved on the playground. The tall and straight pine trees around are covered with silver armor, solemn and solemn, just like the guards guarding the border。 The tall and dense jujube tree looks like a cherry tree with budding buds. It nods its head gently with the breeze, making people seem to see attractive cherries waving to you. Snow has no beautiful color, but it is so pure and selfless. It brings laughter and smiles to people. Snow, you bring beauty and purity to the world, but you always leave quietly。 Snow, you always e and go quietly。 So I praise your character from the bottom of my heart. ”Snow is too late for spring, so it wears court trees as flying flowers.” snow is the purest, most beautiful and most moving thing in the world. I’m longing for snow. I’m longing to see snow’s charming dance and moving face. It was a recess. The classroom was warm. I was reading in my seat and glanced out of the window. Wow, what was flying? Is it snow? It’s snow! “It’s snowing!” I cheered. The students raised their heads and were silent for a while. Suddenly, a burst of shouting broke out: “snow! Snow! Go out to play!” everyone rushed out of the classroom like a tide, ran downstairs quickly, cheering, jumping and chasing in the snow. Look! The snow is so white, soft, light, small, like a newborn, so pure and beautiful that you dare not touch it for fear of disturbing it. Snowflakes falling from the sky are like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing and drunk。 Like fluffy dandelions, floating like flying。 Like beautiful little white flowers, gathering and dispersing one after another。 Like the feather scattered by the saint, it is gently filled and floating. Light, white, soft and noble is your portrayal. Snow, you are a precious gift from nature! Snow, will you let me touch it? I gently caught a snowflake, but it turned into a drop of water before I could take a good look at it. Oh, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? Are you crying? No, she’s smiling. She’s happy. She’s happy. She is happy because of others’ appreciation, and she is happy because of others’ praise. The green grass thanked her: “snow, thank you for covering me with a thick quilt.” the tall and straight pine tree thanked her: “snow, thank you for putting on the new year’s dress for me.” the students were also thanking her: “thank you for bringing us endless joy.” we made a snowman with snow. The snowman was white and tender, with a smile on his mouth. Look, the snow was smiling. Snowball fights are more interesting. You attack me with snowballs, and I hit you back. Snowballs burst into flowers on us, and the snow splashed everywhere. Look, the snow is laughing. We are also laughing: “snow, we love you!” I love you, snow!