The snow

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　The snow 　
　　After lunch, I write with pen at home. Grandma came, saying, "all, snow!" I listened, quickly looked in the window, a blossoming white snowflake, drifting up tiny spots in the vast sky, soundless and stirless falls on the ground, soon melted away. After a while, the snowflakes are crowded, like goose feather, like willow flower, a round, clusters, blots out the sky and down. White snow tightly attracted my eyes, that I forgot to write. I'm excited rushed into the snow, want to grab it, it is from my fingers. I am very angry, bringing together, make a big snowball! 　 小荷作文网 www.zww.cn
　　I like snow white, because the world is indeed very beautiful, because I love the snow.