The north wind was howling, the chill was quietly precipitating in the air, and the plain white elves in the sky were quietly brewing a winter dressing ball. At this moment, my city is immersed in this long-awaited silence, waiting for the snowflakes to fall.
As the temperature plummets, a hazy mist begins to fill the gray sky, as if a painter of nature is waving his palette in hand, heralding the opening of a grand snowy scene. Finally, late at night or early in the morning, the long-lost, crystal clear snowflakes arrived, like white petals scattered from the sky, falling on every corner of the city.
On the street, under the reflection of the car lights, the trajectory of snowflakes is like stars piercing the night sky; In the park, the branches are covered with snow and fluff, and those familiar scenery on weekdays are instantly endowed with fairytale magic; In the streets and alleys, children laugh and chase snowflakes, capturing the gifts of the season with their innocent hearts; The busy people looked up in the hurried footsteps, unconsciously slowed down the pace, and let the yearning for pure beauty in their hearts arise spontaneously.
Snowflakes jump in the city's buildings, piling up on the red bricks and tiles, draping the high-rise buildings in a white cloak, making the world of steel and concrete seem soft and serene. The lights of thousands of homes flickered in the snow, adding a little warmth to the cold winter night, like a little starlight warming people's hearts.
The city after the snow has a unique charm, and under the snow, every scenery has become a piece of ink and blue. Walking in such a snow city, it is like stepping into a new world, where there is the purity of ice and snow, the fireworks of life, and people's deep sustenance for beauty and harmony.
At this moment, my city is already a snowy country, and the snowflakes flying in the sky not only cover the earth, but also deeply imprint in the hearts of every resident, becoming the most vivid and pure memory of this winter. When spring comes again, these snowflakes may turn into a source of nourishment for life, but the stories and emotions in the snow will always be with us.
Is it snowing in your city?