下雪日记700字篇4

Yesterday evening, snow swirl underground. To start, the wind blew bitter, snow hit in the face a cold fish. Later. Snow like a reunion of old friends for many years, stick a face, shaking hands with you, you want to hide.

Under the snow, ah, the whole night. The next morning, the snow stopped. I look, ah! A silvery white world! White so clear, so bright. The sun came out, the sun shines on the glittering and translucent snow, 7 colour halo. The pedestrians on the road on the no JiaoBo snow plods along, Snow White I breathe spewed out of his mouth are slippery. For a while is not the man fell, that is the man slipped. But you dont have to worry about, they seem to have no pain, only they clap on snow, also like as a pleasure. Greatly small cars in a long string, slowly open, as if in what major review. Only the children wear thick winter clothing, cheerfully chasing and playing in the snow. I walk in the snow, "tickle" sound, looking back, left a string of beautiful patterns on the ground. On the pine covered with heavy snow. The wind blows, the tree a shake, snowflakes are falling down.

I hope snow is bigger, the better, because the snow is like the earth covered with a thick layer of quilt. In the spring, the snow melted, and melted snow can also nourish the earth. Listen to the old man said, "snow bumper harvest". I closed my eyes and imagine the beautiful scenery in the next spring.