Snow as expected

Outside, under the eaves, the north wind whimpered, like a naughty child. All over the sky of snow, fluttering, occasionally there will be three or two snowflakes, fall on the shoulder, hit the face, instantly melted, cool and refreshing. The heart gives birth to a kind of inexplicable moved, small happiness. Like the rainbow after the rain, colorful, each color is so soft. Like the wind in March, with broken steps, not tight and slow.

Sometimes the snow will fly all day long, even in the middle of the night, will not stop, as if like a spirit, free! Quietly, looking for their own happiness. Not like the rain, full of enthusiasm, dancing on the tiles, drop by drop. Listen, it is playing a cheerful tune, looking for a bosom friend, listen to its heart.

Early in the morning, the snow is quiet, as if in a sweet dream, flying in the dream, as free as the wind, eager to travel around this bustling world. Some people say they would like to be a plant, so quietly grow, contribute a green to the world. However, I would like to do a flying snow, flying in this land, purify the soul of the world.