1. On a month calendar, the date for January 5th was 2/1 when I visited my family back in February. The day started with a heavy downpour, and by the time I arrived at their home, it had snowed deeply throughout the entire area. Just as I entered the house, I shouted to my parents: "Hey, come out! It's already snowing!" They rushed me into a big snowstorm; they all fell off their chairs and began pulling out pieces of snow in one after another. These heavy雪花 formed thick layers of ice with delicate patterns that were only seen from above. Each little piece of snow was perfectly shaped—some were round, some pointed like arrows, others had teeth-like flake-like shapes, and so on. Despite the impressive beauty, I felt a sense of peace; this spectacle had become part of my daily routine.
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As I sat on the porch at dawn, I was struck by the snow-capped peaks of distant towns. The sky was gray, and as the sun rose over them, it cast a golden hue of light onto the world around me. Snow began to fall in clusters, forming delicate, symmetrical droplets that danced across the ground like tiny, glowing particles. When I finally managed to get out of the house, I saw a whole field of snows falling, each one distinctively shaped—some were smooth, others jagged with peaks and valleys.
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One morning, as I lay awake in bed trying to fall asleep, my bed was covered in thick sheets of snow. The wind howled through the room, and as it did so, a small white creature began to move toward me. It moved quickly, then stopped, and I could see that it was making waves on the ground—small, wave-like droplets cascading gently across the floor below. That caught my attention, for the snow itself, with its own movement, seemed to be doing just the same.
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When I finally decided to go outside, the world was filled with white stuff that appeared to shimmer like棉花. Each drop of snow formed intricate patterns when it hit the ground—small triangles, little spirals, and shapes that looked as though they were made from some other material. The snow itself seemed to dance gracefully above them, changing its shape in ways that felt almost magical.
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One cold evening, the sun did not rise until hours after it began to set. I sat on my porch and waited for something—either more snow or a chance to relax. As the sky darkened with a heavy drizzle of rain, the silence of the day was broken by the sounds of snowflakes falling from the sky. They did so in clusters that seemed to leap off the ground like tiny, flying particles. Each one had its own unique shape—some were round and smooth, others pointy and pointed.
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At dawn, I started walking up a hill in front of my house. The snow was heavy, but it did not melt easily. It settled onto the ground like heavy debris, forming large clusters that looked as though they were floating together with another snowflake. As I walked past these snowflakes, I felt something new—this world seemed to have been made entirely from white stuff. The snow was beautiful and warm, but it also reminded me of the beauty of stillness. The silence of the day, interrupted by occasional rain showers, seemed to become a part of this white tapestry.
