The tassel | the second snow in Spring City quietly struck
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Last night, a light snow fell quietly.
Snowflakes, like idle clouds, quietly fluttering on the roof, like light willows, silently hanging on the branches of the dead, like shining pieces of broken silver, joyfully swirling and scattering all over the world, like a jade butterfly flying in the sky...
For a time, the snowflakes flying in the sky added a little purity, a little brightness and a few more tranquility to the hustle and bustle of the city on top of the sparseness and chaos, and also brought incomparable surprises and excitement to the people who were lurking in the cold winter of Xiaoser, and brought some long-lost warmth.
You see, the fine and bright snow particles, like crystal pearls, slipped down from the sky, and in a short while, a sheet of white rice paper was quietly laid on the ground, and people were like moving brushes, waving freehand and indulging in ink for fun.
Snowflakes make the streets of the city suddenly new and strange. She gently covered up and smoothed out the potholes and traps on the road. The trees on the side of the road, eroded by the autumn wind several times, have long been thin and thin, like the figure of the rickety, lonely in a corner of the world, and are quietly waiting for the falling snowflakes at the moment.
The scattered snowflakes could not wait to pour out the dried but full dust, so the snowflakes quietly condensed into a string of buds on the branches, quietly waiting for the kiss of the cold wind. Isn't this the true portrayal of "the snow is white but the spring is late, so the trees in the garden are used as flying flowers"?!
"Snowflakes are born in the sky, flying down to the mortal world, feminine drama is cold, crystal drunk pedestrians" all say that love is a poet, in fact, romance creates a poet. Haha, i didn't pay attention, walking in the snow and wind, I myself became a wet (poetry) person!
Ruixue Mega Year. Looking forward to the next year's grain abundance, Guotai Min'an.
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