My shadow is 100 million points strong

The snow gradually stopped, the houses. The trees were all shrouded in white snow, and the mountains and rivers turned into a world covered in silver. When your feet step on the ground, they will make "creak" and "creak" sounds from time to time, leaving a string of beautiful footprints behind you. The wind blew gently, and the white snow that stayed on the branches fell "swissly", and the jade-like snowflakes danced in the wind.

Winter snow: In the twelfth lunar month of winter, snow blocks the windows, and ice skates are like small translucent crystal pillars, hanging row by row on the eaves.

After bidding farewell to the autumn of abundant harvests, the winter of flying snowflakes has finally arrived.

Several children were playing around the pool on the campus. Old people were sitting in groups of three and two, chatting about the past and the present. The water waves were rippling, reflecting the surrounding lights and making them sparkling. When we came to the bamboo trees in the north of the mountain, we saw them standing resolutely on the grass. The north wind blew through, and they shook their heads, as if they were not afraid of the cold winter.

Lengdong: That winter was so cold that it gave people a sore nose and headache, and their feet were like two pieces of ice.

Looking up, the dark blue sky is so charming. There were bright little stars twinkling in the sky, and they gathered more and more, as if they were dancing on the blue carpet, and they seemed to be blinking and talking to me. ah! The night is so magical, the moon has just climbed up the treetops, giving off its bright light. At night, it seemed very quiet.

At dawn, I was walking on the way to school with my schoolbag on my back. The boundary between heaven and earth is so hazy: the mountains are white, the sky is white, and white mist is floating on the water. I wanted to touch this strange fog, but it was like a naughty child, running away to the east and west.

When winter comes, the earth becomes even more lifeless: the mountains are desolate, hundreds of trees are withered, no birds are seen flying, and no beasts are heard. At first glance, it looks like a lifeless picture frozen in front of a low hanging cloud curtain. .

Whenever drops of water turn into ice, winter turns into a flurry of snow, gently hugging the crops, allowing them to enjoy the caress and warmth of the midwinter season. It mercilessly freezes to death pests that harm crops, allowing crops to grow with peace of mind. Once spring sprouts, winter quietly melts itself into a sweet spring, flowing silently into the soil, allowing the young seedlings to enjoy it. But when spring is in full swing, there is no trace of winter anymore. Winter exchanges its own life for the spring scenery in the garden. It is selfless.

The snow was exerting all its strength like crazy, falling overwhelmingly, freezing the ground to the point of trembling. The biting cold wind laughed wildly in my ears. Pedestrians shrank their necks amidst the wild laughter, struggled to move forward, and kept complaining about God's "coldness".

It was snowing, and pieces of snowflakes fell from the sky. After a while, the ground, trees, and roofs all turned white.

The snow is crystal clear, pure and flawless, natural and simple, and curls up, like the falling feathers of a swan or the swaying pear blossoms of a beautiful woman. The snow fell to the ground, gently and silently, covering the earth with a quilt. Sometimes, the snow is lighter, floating down like reed catkins, covering the ground, thinly, like gauze draped on the ground.

The sun was rising, and the gray fog seemed to be rolling incessantly. I vaguely saw heads on the playground: one, two, three... The playground gradually became lively. Look, an old teacher came over there, and several young pioneers were saluting him. The old teacher nodded and smiled with a smile on his face.