Winter, like a magician, brings good things. The cold wind whistling, snowflakes fluttering down, outside like a fairy tale world of ice and snow.
I ran out in a hurry and saw some snowflakes falling on the plum blossom. Maybe the snowflakes like the faint fragrance of the plum blossom; some snowflakes fall on the black roof, maybe they like the bright sunshine; some snowflakes fall on my clothes, maybe they like the colorful "world"! Snowflakes in the moment of falling, have become a small dew, very beautiful!
In the campus, every corner has come the silver bell like laughter. It turned out that the little friends piled up a snowman on the playground, and soon they piled up a big snowman, but no hands? A clever little boy picked up a small piece of wood, which finally solved the problem, and they danced around the snowman. Other students in a snowball fight, the snow flying in the air, forming a white ribbon. The little friends hopped and jumped, and the breath in their mouths seemed to smoke when they met the cold.
Take a look at the tall trees on both sides of the campus are covered with silver new clothes, like guarding the campus guard; the teaching buildings in the campus are also put on simple new clothes, like a huge ocean of knowledge; the spacious football field is also snow-white, I do not know who left a string of footprints on it, like the palace of knowledge.
It turns out that in this cold season, everything has changed. The sky is gray, and it seems that after a strong wind, there are snowflakes flying outside the window, which are like hundreds of butterflies rushing towards the glass, bumping into the glass mischievously, and then flying to one side.
I looked at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, and a wonderful scene appeared in front of me. Under the moistening of snow water, the grass that has been sleeping for a whole winter has grown up. The green grass is like the snow in front of us, everywhere, and the flowers are also blooming. It seems that they are greeting us! In the classroom came the sound of reading, which is the clarion call of growth! The shouting on the playground, it is the background color of youth!