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!
I like snow white because the world is indeed very beautiful because I love the snow.