Snow is pure, crystal clear and flawless, like a jade butterfly, swaying in the wind. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, as if the pear trees blooming. When the snow comes, it will be full of poetic beauty, like a dancing melody, dancing with the flying of life.

I like snow since I was a child, and I like this holy white. Whenever there is heavy snow, my heart will be full of excitement. I will run out of the door and run in the snow. The snow will fall all over my hair and my clothes. At this moment, my heart is full of joy and peace. Snow can cover everything in the house and create a fairytale world.

How much happiness the snow brought to my childhood? Those beautiful past events are all related to the heavy snow and engraved in my memory.

On the literature website that I first joined, I learned about a woman named Xue. It is said that her writing is ethereal and beautiful, and she is the only one on this literature website. Her writing can't be surpassed, and the club she led is also the first in the world and has great influence.

One day, a friend took a newly written article and asked a senior writer for advice. When the writer read her article, his brow frowned. You read Xue's article once a day, three times each time. After half a month, you can write it again.

Xue is just a network president, not a writer. What's there to read in her articles?

The writer laughed and said that Xue's prose was better than Sanmao's.

San Mao is a well-known writer, whose name is associated with Sahara Desert and Jose. How many legendary stories have she written? Her words are full of legendary colors. So, what will a woman who is better than Sanmao's writing look like? I can't help taking an interest in her.

I also clicked on Xue's collected works and read her articles. The words in the snow let me see the dancing elves, with a musical melody, which makes people feel that the magic of words is so irresistible. What kind of woman can write such an elegant article? There is no flaw in the whole article, and it is as perfect as a work of art, which makes people never tire of reading it.

San Mao's words are solid land, snow's words are haze in the sky, San Mao's words are fireworks, full of life, and snow's words are palaces in the sky, where immortals live and lead dust is not stained.

The writer added that the article is also divided into men and women, and the beauty of such a woman will not diminish with age, because her beauty emanates from her bones. Then he sent a photo of a woman. The woman in the photo is over 5 years old, wearing sunglasses, and her hair is hot and wavy, elegant like a magnolia.

The writer goes on to say that the writing is as elegant as the person, and the article is so elegant, then Xue must be an elegant woman to the bone, just like this woman. Although she is no longer young, her unique temperament makes her beautiful. I hope you can be a scholarly woman like her in the future, always elegant and beautiful.

when he said this, I immediately saw the image of snow, with long hair fluttering and long skirts swaying. When she smiles, she is painting, when she moves, she is poetry, and the corners of her eyebrows are all tang style Song Yu. Her people must be as beautiful as her articles, and her beauty will not diminish with the passing of time.

I was going to write an article entitled "Women should live like snow", but something happened in the middle of it.

In a contest between truth and lies, Xue took the wrong side and helped the liar, which made her image plummet. Snow is no longer holy and beautiful in my heart. Snow has become a fig leaf, covering up ugliness and making everything look so clean. But how dirty it is under the snow can only be known when the real situation is revealed after it has melted.

It was winter at that time, and it was the season of heavy snow. It snowed all day. At ten o'clock in the evening, I went out and looked up. I saw the heavy snow, like countless mosquitoes and flies flying and falling on my skin. There was a feeling of pain. It was biting cold.

I just realized that the snow I like for so long is not perfect, but also flawed. The snow falling on the plum blossom may feel a little poetic. The snow falling in the ditch is a natural trap. On the surface, it looks so flat, but when you step into it, it will be covered with dirt, but it will be smashed to pieces. Snow covers the ditch, making it look so beautiful, but it can't change the ugliness of the ditch, and it can't cover up the smoky smell of the ditch.

so I don't like snow anymore.

I'm beginning to miss the spring, the warm sunshine, the melting of ice and snow, the restoration of the world to its original cost, and the revealing of the ditches.

The snow falls on the ground and mixes with the soil, becoming dusty, no longer holy and beautiful, just like the moon falling in the Red Chamber on the 15th.