张家口蔚县导游词 篇8

　　It's snowing again in Zhangjiakou. The snow is crystal clear, pure, naturaland unsophisticated. It is curling like a swan's plumage and a jade's pearblossom.

　　Snow fell to the ground, gently, quietly, for the earth covered with alayer of quilt. Sometimes, the snow is a little bit smaller, and it floats downlike reed catkins, covering the ground, thin, like gauze clothes on theearth.

　　The snow fell on the roof, and the red roof soon turned white. The wall isyellow, with a touch of white, gentle and elegant. After a while, it snowedheavily. There was too much snow on the roof. Some of them were squeezed down,floating and falling under the eaves.

　　The snow fell on the tree, and the tree was shaken by the wind. Althoughthe snow is sticky, it can't be swayed violently. It slowly flies down and makesa layer of small snowflakes under the tree. After a while, it mysteriouslydisappears.

　　Zhangjiakou, my hometown, your snow is so beautiful, your winter is sobeautiful!