描写东北乡村雪景的句子有哪些
东北的风景名胜中最美的就要数千山了，它在富饶的辽东半岛上就像一颗璀璨的明珠，这里山峦秀美，景色迷人，有着无数的美丽传说和历史典故，这里的景色如此迷人，令人流连往返。
这里还有参天的古木，浓郁的绿荫，云雾缭绕的的宝塔仙山，四处散落的奇异怪石，美丽动人的湖光山色。
来到这总能给人们带来无限遐想和灵感。
这里的群山拔地而起，山势险峻。
植根岩石中的青松和散布在山中的古寺都别有一番风味。
这里的景点很多，几乎时时有景，处处皆景，是一个美景不断的人间仙境。
这里的人文景观和佛法文化都已有了悠久的历史，因为这里佛教起源早，这的古刹、禅林有很多，像一些珍贵的宝石散落在峰谷之间，因而这便成了一个佛教圣地。
千山还有一大看点就是春季漫山遍野的梨花全都盛开的时候，圣洁的梨花宛若白雪般点缀整个山谷。
浓郁的芬芳弥漫着这个童话般的世界。
当然不只是春天这里才特别美丽，这里的其它季节也都各具特色。
像夏天，这里的流水叮咚，树木葱郁，是一个避暑的好地方；而秋天，则是满山红叶如霜染，还有空气中能闻到淡淡的果香；至于冬天，满山飞雪，冰雕玉砌，素洁美丽。
因而无论你何时来到这里，都能又能观赏到不一样的美景。
而东北虎园，园区则更像一个大型的动物园，好多珍稀动物得以在这里继续生存。
这里的生态环境很好，占用场地大，而且各种配套设施都很齐全。
这里不仅生存着很多猛兽类的的大型动物，还有许多小动物也在这里栖居。
此外，这里还为许多珍稀的禽鸟提供了一个良好的的栖息地。
这里的自然景色非常美，而且生态环境也很好。
在这里，你可以近距离观察一些大型猛兽你还可以和许多温顺的动物亲密接触，尽情体味大自然带给你的快乐与遐想。
当然你还可以去百鸟园去欣赏那逗趣的鸟类表演，去天鹅湖欣赏那黑白天鹅共舞的优美舞姿。
东北的风景名胜多得宛若天际的星辰，而我所提到的只是其中的一颗，所以想要领略浩瀚星空的美丽，还要自己去看看。
求有关雪，东北冬天，东北旅游的英文文章，多谢
The First SnowBy Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe first snow came. How beautiful it was, falling so silently all day long, all night long, on the mountains, on the meadows, on the roofs of the living, on the graves of the dead. All white save the river, that marked its course by a winding black line across the landscape; and the leafless trees, that against the leaden sky now revealed more fully the wonderful beauty and intricacies of their branches. What silence, too, came with the snow, and what seclusion! Every sound was muffled, every noise changed to something soft and musical. No more tramping hoofs, no more rattling wheels! Only the chiming of sleigh-bells, beating as swift and merrily as the hearts of childrenFirst SnowBy John Boynton priestleyWhen I got up this morning the world was a chilled hollow of dead white and faint blues. The light that came through the windows was very queer, and it contrived to make the familiar business of splashing and shaving and brushing and dressing very queer too. Then the sun came out, and by the time I had sat down to breakfast it was shining bravely and flushing the snow with delicate pinks. The dining-room window had been transformed into a lovely Japanese print. The little plum-tree outside, with the faintly flushed snow lining its boughs and artfully disposed its trunk, stood in full sunlight. An hour or two later everything was a cold glitter of white and blue. The world had completely changed again. The little Japanese prints had all vanished. I looked out of my study window, over the garden, the meadow, to the low hills beyond, and the ground was one long glare, the sky was steely, and all the trees so many black and sinister shapes. There was indeed something curiously sinister about the whole prospect. It was as if our kindly country-side, close to the very heart of England, had been turned into a cruel steppe, At any moment, it seemed, a body of horsemen might be seen breaking out from the black copse, so many instruments of tyranny, and shots might be heard and some distant patch of snow be reddened. It was that kind of landscape.Now it has changed again. The glare has gone and no touch of the sinister remains. But the snow is falling heavily, in great soft flakes, so that you can hardly see across the shallow valley, and the roofs are thick and the trees all bending, and the weathercock of the village church, still to be seen through the gray loaded air, has become some creature out of Hans Andersen. From my study, which is apart from the house and faces it, I can see the children flattening their noses against the nursery window, and there is running through my head a jangle of rhyme I used to repeat when I was a child and flattened my nose against cold window to watch the failing snow:Snow, snow faster:White alabaster!Killing geese in Scotland,Sending feathers here! This morning when I first caught sight of the unfamiliar whitened world, I could not help wishing that we had snow oftener, that English winters were more wintry. How delightful it would be, I thought, to have months of clean snow and a landscape sparkling with frost instead of innumerable gray featureless days of rain and raw winds. I began to envy my friends in such places as the Eastern States of America and Canada, who can count upon a solid winter every year and know that the snow will arrive by a certain date and will remain, without degenerating into black slush, until Spring is close at hand. To have snow and frost and yet a clear sunny sky and air as crisp as a biscuit -- this seemed to me happiness indeed. And then I saw that it would never do for us. We should be sick of it in a week. After the first day the magic would be gone and there would be nothing left but the unchanging glare of the day and the bitter cruel nights. It is not the snow itself, the sight of the blanketed world, that is so enchanting, but the first coming of the snow, the sudden and silent change.FIRST SNOWBy Jonathan Nicholas He wasn't sure what had awakened him. Perhaps the child had made some small noise in her sleep. But as he peeked from beneath the covers, his gaze was drawn not to the cradle but to the window. It was then that he realized what had sneaked through the shield of his slumbers. It was the sense of falling snow.Quietly, so as not to disturb the child's mother, he rose from the bed and inched toward the cradle. Reaching down, he gently lifted the warm bundle to his shoulder. Then, as he tiptoed from the bedroom, she lifted her head, opened her eyes and - daily dose of magic - smiled up at her dad. He carried her downstairs, counting the creaks on the way. Together, they settled in at the kitchen table, and the adult in him slipped away. Two children now, they pressed their noses against the glass.The light from the street lamp on the corner filtered down through the birch trees, casting a glow as green as a summer memory upon the winter-brown back yard. From the distance came the endless echo of the stoplight, flashing its ruby message, teasing like a dawn that would not come. The flakes were falling thick and hard now, pouring past the window, a waterfall of mystery. Occasionally, one would stick to the glass, as if reluctant to tumble to its fate. Then, slowly, slipping and sliding down the glass, it would melt, its beauty fleeting. Gone. Within an hour, a white tablecloth was spread upon the lawn. And as gray streaks of dawn unraveled along the black seam of the distant hills, father and daughter watched the new day ripple across the neighborhood. A porch light came on. A car door slammed. A television flickered. Across the street, a family scurried into gear. But this day was different. Glimpsed through undraped window as they darted from room to room, the slim figures of the children seemed to grow ever fatter until, finally, the kitchen door flew open and out burst three awesomely bundled objects that set instantly to rolling in the snow. He wondered where they had learned this behavior. Even the littlest one, for whom this must have been the first real snowfall, seemed to know instinctively what to do. They rolled in it, they tasted it, they packed it into balls and tossed it at one another. Then, just when he thought they might not know everything, they set about shaping a snowman on the crest of the hill. By the time the snowman's nose was in place, the neighborhood was fully awake. A car whined in protest, but skidded staunchly out of its driveway. Buses ground forward like Marines, determined to take the hill. And all the while, the baby sat secure and warm in his arms. He knew, of course, that she wouldn't remember any of this. For her there would be other snowfalls to recall. But for him, it was her first. Their first. And the memory would stay, cold and hard, fresh in his thoughts, long after the snowman melted.
描写乡村雪景的句子
描写雪的好句子: 1)雪,像柳絮一般的雪，像芦花一般的雪，像蒲公英一般的雪在空中舞，在随风飞。
2）空中，晶莹的雪花像轻盈的玉蝴蝶在翩翩起舞。
3）一夜大雪，城市的房顶上积起了一层厚雪，站在高楼的平顶上望出去，就像连绵起伏的雪山。
4）公路旁、人行道上的积雪已经融化，只有背阳的屋顶上还留有残雪，就像戴着顶白色的小帽子。
5）空中飘着雪花，小小的白羽毛，又像吹落的梨花瓣，零零落落。
6）轻柔的小雪花飘飘悠悠地落下来。
渐渐地，小雪花变大了，变厚了，密密麻麻的。
7）一团团、一簇簇的雪飞落下来，仿佛无数扯碎了的棉花球从天空翻滚而下。
8）窗外飞舞着雪花，像千百只蝴蝶似的扑向窗玻璃，在玻璃上调皮地撞一下，又翩翩地飞向一旁。
9）晶莹的小雪花落在我的手掌心上，看上去是透明的，慢慢地，它融化了。
10）下雪了，先是小朵小朵的雪花，柳絮般轻轻地飘扬；然后越下越大，一阵紧似一阵。
11）雪终于停了，茫茫的田野一片雪白，房舍、群山披上了银装。
段落: “下雪了
”孩子们把下雪作为好消息来报告。
大人们也会忍不住放下手中的活，走到窗前，观赏大自然的恩赐物——雪。
尤其是南方，雪景难以摄取，不少家庭不顾天寒地冻，抓住下雪的时机，在雪地里拍张合家欢，留个雪景纪念。
孩子们则忙于堆雪人，捏雪球，打雪仗。
可见，许多人都喜欢雪。
比起人们遇到暴雨成灾、阴雨连绵、狂风大作、骄阳似火时的愁苦心情来，雪景是令人欢欣。
初下雪时，往往雪片并不大，也不太密，如柳絮随风轻飘，随着风越吹越猛，雪越下越密，雪花也越来越大，像织成了一面白网，丈把远就什么也看不见了[\\\/b]。
又像连绵不断的帏幕，往地上直落，同时返出回光。
雪，盖满了屋顶，马路，压断了树枝，隐没了种种物体的外表，阻塞了道路与交通，漫天飞舞的雪片，使天地溶成了白色的一体。
你要是在路上行走，不一会儿，就会成为一个活雪人。
山上的雪被风吹着，像要埋蔽这傍山的小房似的。
大树号叫，风雪向小房遮蒙下来。
一株山边斜歪着的大树，倒折下来。
寒月怕被一切声音扑碎似的，退缩到天边去了
风越来越大了。
那朵小云变成了一片白色的浓云，慢慢地升了起来，扩大起来，渐渐遮满了天空。
下起小雪来了。
陡然间，落起大块的雪片来了。
风呜呜地吼了起来，暴风雪来了。
一霎时，暗黑的天空同雪海打成了一片，一切都看不见了。
暴风雪越来越猛烈，天开始上冻了，人的鼻子和面颊冻得更厉害了，凛冽的空气更加频繁地灌进皮外套里，需要把衣服裹得更紧些。
雪橇有时在光溜溜的冰面上辘辘滚过，因为地上的雪都被风刮走了。
……我仿佛觉得有一种强烈的光照耀着雪白的原野，地平线大大开阔了，又低又黑的天幕忽然消失了，四面八方只看见落雪形成的一条条白色斜线。
……在荒野里，风执拗地把一切都往一个方向吹。
……右边，左边，到处都是白茫茫、灰糊糊的。
我的眼睛想找到一样新鲜的东西，但是找不到：没有一个路标，没有一堆干草，没有一堵篱笆，什么也看不见，到处是一片白雪。
……风似乎开始在改变方向了；一会儿迎面吹来，吹得雪花糊住了眼睛；一会儿从旁边讨厌地把大衣领子翻到头上，嘲弄地拿它抚摩着我的脸；一会儿又从后面通过什么窟窿呼呼地吹着。
……当我翻身想把身子裹得更严密一些时，落在领子上和帽子上的雪就从脖子里滑进去，冷得我发抖。
雪已落了两天，上午刚停止，强烈的冰冻凝固了无限大的积雪面。
……在雪底下，二百四十个矿村偃卧着，仿佛已经消失了。
……没有火的房子，和路上的石块一样冷，不能融解屋瓦上的厚层的雪。
在白色的平原里，这只是一堆白矿石，看来很像死了的村庄，罩上它的殓尸布。
雪已经下了一个星期了。
我们可以说是到了世界末日。
偶尔向平原一看，它使我们的心都冰透了，那整个一片白茫茫的地方，全体是白的，冻结了的，并且像漆一样地发光。
我们可以说是上帝包好了地球，预备送它回洪荒世界里去。
我告诉你：那情景真很凄惨。
关于雪的文章<急>
-- 雪(散文) 今年的雪下的比往年早 . 记下这简单的一行,我走出了户外.啊,户外是漫天洁白,微风中雪花依然在飘着,阴凉的天空间确是非常的洁净.我深深的吸人一口,竟是那般的深透,清爽,涌人我的丹田,仿佛在品着一枝淡雅,素洁的兰草芳馨.我知道,这是雪花分逸的阴离子的作用.换言之,这不就是雪花的芬芳吗 记得小时读书,当读到岑参的忽如一夜春风来,千树万树梨花开总解不开.总想,雪花那有果木花的味道?可能错误出在那时贪玩没有细细的品吧 雪花的六瓣的,书本上这样写到:草木之花为五出,独有雪花为六出.(见汉朝韩俞<韩诗外转>.为了细细的看着,我于是摘了几朵衣襟上开着的,额发上开着的,并捉那打着小伞从空中而至的它们,这些小精灵们真鬼,使你刚摘到手里就融成了微小的一点水来.使你全没有机会看清他们的本来面貌.我索性捧起一大团雪细细的看.然终因太多也是开不清他们的本来面目. 雪花真怪,他们不喜欢孤芳自赏,也不喜欢别人的点点评评,他们给人的只是一种群体的广博,宏丽的美感.给人们一种团结就是力量的寓征.梅就不同了,同是凌寒开,梅给人只是小范围的欣赏.梅英疏落,时见两三朵,诺多,也不过一坡,一岭,怎比得那:万里雪飘?不过,梅竟于雪凌寒同开,其孤傲人们大多都忽略了,梅须逊雪三分白,雪却输梅一段香还是很中肯的. 无论对梅对雪,我们赋于自然界万物以鲜活的生命,是我们对人生执著追求的因由,如果不是这样,即使在万里雪飘的壮阔之下,不也有独钓寒江的消极等待吗?还是苏轼说的好,高处不胜寒热爱生活,热爱世界才是我们的所取. 许是手的微温,雪团在手里慢慢的消融,便有水从指缝间流了下来,消失在雪地里,润入泥土中,这就是雪花的意愿吗?我想,雪花从大海那里飞来,以素洁的灵魂美化着北国大地,到头来确只是悄悄的溶解,润泽,为了一种纯真的爱而无所谓存无.. 雪花对爱而言是多么平凡而又多么伟大呀,它年年的飘落又年年不败,就象过去庄户人家在新春之际给窗户糊旧报纸一样,那是多么地有寓意呀 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 雪 下雪了!虽畏惧寒冬，却由衷地喜爱雪，无比兴奋地在雪中转了几个圈小心翼翼地伸出双手，去迎接盈盈飘下的白色花瓣，衣服上，帽子上，围巾上都白了一层，才不情愿地被同伴拽进了伞里，只好静静聆听雪花落在伞上的声音，那么轻柔、动人，像母亲呵护婴儿的吟唱，又像恋人耳边的低语。
于是，整个天地之间便像一个温柔的陷阱，让人不知不觉醉了，深深地醉了。
家乡的雪难得下得这么缤纷了，经过雪花一个下午的打扮，整个世界已经纯美得无可挑剔了。
我想我是被那满眼的白给镇住了，不禁轻轻哼起了《雪人》，自己把自己感动了。
晚上，禁不住打开门，到外面看看。
黑夜在雪的映衬下透出一种温柔而朦胧的光，第一次发现夜这么静谧而且美丽，让人产生太多浪漫的情怀，恨不能披着白白的纱像精灵一样舞起来，那我一定会努力跳出我最美妙的舞姿，也来一次“嫦娥舒广袖，目为忠魂舞”，而我似乎真的想挪动我的脚步了。
突然，妈妈喊我进屋，因为外面雪还在飞，我想人有时候情不自禁会发傻。
是啊，夜色太诱人了。
第二天，信步到屋后的林子里转转，杉树林没有什么美景可言，很庆幸老爸始终留着那片竹林，因为被雪装饰的竹林很有那么点境界。
竹叶上积下一层不算薄的雪花，在微风中摇曳，便又粉一样扬出去。
面对此情此景，再多的忧愁、烦闷都被抛到九霄云外，心胸被涤荡得特别开阔，心情顿时清澈了几分。
竹的雅，雪的纯，实在是脱俗的搭配，给心灵以震撼、净化。
突然想到，这临风飞舞的白色精灵会不会感到寂寞呢?我想会吧，她那么高雅纯洁，在纷繁芜杂的世间注定寂寞吧。
但我相信她一定可以引起一些人的反思，给那些黯淡的心灵注入光亮。
而那些文人墨客应该更加欣赏自己坚持的孤独了吧。
要知道，雪花唱了几千年不变的寂寞，却固执地保持着最初纯真的模样。
让我在雪花飞满天的日子里，许个小小心愿：让每个美丽的梦都长出彩色的翅膀，飞到它想去的地方，让以后的日子真实、快乐地前行。
