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Snow Dance has been a long and prosperous year

There is an article in "Yongxue" in "The New Language of the World", which is written that when Xie Taifu was lecturing to the children, the snow outside the window suddenly occurred, and Xie Taifu asked the children, "What is the snow like?" A boy said, "The salt in the air is almost perfect," and a girl said, "The willows are not raised by the wind." At this moment, in front of my window, this white snow, which is sometimes like sprinkling salt and sometimes like willows, has been raised and attracted my eyes.

Snow Dance has been a long and prosperous year

Countless snow elves, in the music played by the wind, flew freely in the sky. We can't hear any moving tunes about that music, but for snowflakes, they must like it, otherwise how can they be so vigorously carnival? They huddled together for a while, scattered everywhere for a while, jumped on the red tiles, and then drilled into the gray cement corner; invited the branches to dance together, and then went to tease the geese in front of the duck rack, which made them happy.

Snow Dance has been a long and prosperous year

It turns out that the snow elf is to organize a grand event, perhaps to continue the bustle of the Spring Festival, but it invites not us humans, but other things in nature. When they are tired of jumping, they lie on the thick branches of the jujube trees and rest their feet; they stop on the golden corn barns and fall on the firewood stacks to chat; they cover the vast fields and quietly tell the good times of the new year.

Snow Dance has been a long and prosperous year

Dad swept the snow while chanting "Ruixue Mega Year". I also involuntarily wrote the word "Ruixue" on the snow, the fingers kissed by the snow, half cold, after writing, I quickly retracted my sleeves, trotted into the house, and stuck them on the radiator to cover the heat.

Snow Dance has been a long and prosperous year

I sat in front of the window, turned up the music in my mobile phone, quietly enjoyed the romantic snow of the winter season, in my heart, I had already quietly dived into the dance party of nature, so lively, and so quiet and beautiful. The heavy snow brought farmers hope for a good harvest and presented me with a poetic and romantic morning.

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