硬著頭皮交作業

It is the first snow of the year. How beautiful is it! The snow flutters quietly days and nights, falling gracefully on mountain ridges, meadows, house roofs of the living, and tombs of the dead. Among the vast expanse of whiteness is a river, drawing a snaky black line on a beautiful picture. Those bald trees setting against the gray sky, look more beautiful and elegant. With the snow fluttering, how tranquil and peaceful it is! All sounds tend to be faded away; all noises are turned to soft music. Clip-clop of horse's hooves and rattle of car’s wheels cannot be heard any longer. Only the bells on sleighs make harmonious music, with joyous meter just like the beat of children’s heart.