My hometown is located in the hinterland of the Central Plains, and the winter in my memory is accompanied by snowflakes. After coming to Nantong, it seldom snows in winter. On January 17, it suddenly snowed heavily in Nantong, which surprised me.

The weather in Nantong is like a baby's face. In the morning, the sky is still high and the clouds are light. In the afternoon, the snow is falling heavily. Students in the classroom scramble to look out and greet the long lost snowflakes. I opened the window beside me, stretched out my head, looked at the pure white snow, and breathed the refreshing air of snow.

The whole world was filled with flying snowflakes. It covered trees, houses and the earth with a layer of white cotton padded clothes.

The snowflakes flying all over the sky, like feathers and jade chips, gently fall down. They dance in the sky, as light as smoke, as soft as catkins, so pure and pure that they are crystal clear; They are so light, light and silent. Each snowflake is like a melodious and fresh music, like a lively and harmonious poem.

After class, the students rushed out of the classroom to fight in the flying snow. One after another lovely snowballs flew around mischievously. They dodged from side to side, but were still hit by snowballs. Many students were wet by snowballs. Laughter broke through the cold and flew in the flying snow

After school, there was a thick layer of snow on the branches of the small pine trees on both sides of the road, but the pine trees still stood upright and did not give in. It was really "the big snow presses the green pines, and the green pines are very straight!"