I love home, but I like it when large snowflakes in winter in my hometown. Whenever this time, just like the winter grandfather with his elf to advance wave upon wave.
I looked through the window, and looked outside, feel the snow like a magician.It, the earth do not see it;The snow like a little painter, it, put the earth outline a snow-white;The snow like a little fairy, it is, the children happy to dance with joy.I couldn't help but ran out of the house, feel a vast.A gust of wind blowing, after being apart a long time little snowflake like old friends and my cheek, shaking hands.
The ground like covered with a "blanket", a tree covered with a "silver", "snowball".If you shake the branches.There will be snow falling.Fall on the ground、In the wind.
Look out look, gorgeous trees, snow wrapped, full of poetic.
My hometown is a poetic picturesque place.I love you, Love the white snow.Love the white snow. |