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On a deep winter morning, I was awakened by a biting chill. Pushing the window and looking out, the white world unfolds quietly in the morning light, as if all the dust between heaven and earth has been washed. The flying snowflakes fall freely, and the pure and immaculate snow, it quietly covers the whole world in the lightest posture.
I stepped out of the house and admired the snow. This snow is not wild and unrestrained, but leisurely light. Each snowflake is like a spirit in the sky, spinning, jumping, and falling in the air. That dance is like the most exquisite poem of nature, telling the mystery and romance of winter.
The world is silent when it snows, but it is not lonely. They seem to whisper in the wind, as if they are telling one old story after another. The snow-covered and decorated branches listened quietly to the ancient story, waiting for the arrival of his sweetheart.
I walked gently on the snow, listening to the creaking sound under my feet, without the hardness of the past, this sound was refreshing and edifying people's emotions. I looked up at the sky, and the snowflakes were flying in the sky, like a flowing picture. They intertwined and collided in the air, then gently fell into crystalline petals.
I raised my head and closed my eyes, letting my mind soak up this white world. The hustle and bustle in my heart seemed to disappear at this moment, and the whole world seemed to be alone. I felt the purity and beauty of the snow, but also the insignificance and insignificance of myself. At this moment, the boundaries between man and nature are blurred, and it is as if we have become one.
Snow is the face of winter and a witness to the cold. In its purest form, it shows the charm of winter. People are just passers-by, sometimes attracted by this white world, if they know how to appreciate it, dance with the snow in this winter morning.