At noon, I was deeply absorbed in watching TV at home, suddenly heard someone Shouting excitedly: outside the window it's snowing, come and look at! I turn off the TV, a hurry downstairs quickly to see drizzle, silver pearl diffused all over the sky, like a fairy dance skirt, is like a white angel.
First by ones and twos caught in the rain and snow is gradually larger and larger. Snow patches of gently float down, some naughtily on pedestrian clothes, some take you do not pay attention to, presuming to kiss you on your face, the taste of cool, sweet, lingering, memorable!
Yi! Snow is what taste? Thought of here, I can not help but raised his head, open your mouth, there happened to be a light snow went into my mouth. In a flash, an ice ice cold from the tip of my tongue gradually spread across the mouth, incredibly still with a hint of sweet taste. Oh! I surprised to find that the original snow, is a matter of taste.
Look at the watch, ah! It's time for school, I looked up and look at the thick haze of the sky, happily back schoolbag, against the snow, go to school with a smile