Snow, the crystallization of winter deduction, is cold and icy, as if everything in the world can condense at this moment. The following is my 800-word composition on snow scenery, hoping to provide you with reference.
I live in the beautiful north. In winter, snow is a frequent visitor here. I can't get tired of seeing the beautiful snow here. Look, it is snowing again!
When the snow just fell, the sky was slightly gray. Snow like salt falls slowly and timidly. Snow touches my face, cool and comfortable! In a short time, the ground was covered with a gauze-like snow. If a gust of wind blows now, the thin snowflakes will surely dance with the falling snowflakes. Gradually, the snow became bigger, and a thick layer of snow accumulated on the ground. The playground is full of children's laughter. Snowflakes like goose feathers fly like silver butterflies. Through the vast snow, I vaguely saw the whiteness. The sky is gray, but the snowflakes are white and lovely, and the gray ones are beautiful!
Finally, the snow stopped and the earth was covered with a warm white blanket. That white is so moving, there is no flaw in the white, and people are not willing to step on it at all. At this time, the sky is still gray, which is more touching against the snow on the roof. Nearby, it is already white. On the snow-white land, there are houses lying, and on the roof, there is thick snow. Finally, they became these houses, hidden in the snow. I think they slept soundly! Looking further away, the scenery is really great! There, there is a small forest, they are all black, but there is a circle of snow on their heads, like wearing a small hat. Branches crisscrossed, and through the dense branches, I saw a lovely hillside. On the mountain, the snow covered a circle, but a yellow cornfield was exposed outside. Up, it was a circle of white, and down, it was yellow. From a distance, it looks like nature has put a yellow and white dress on the hillside. The hillside is like a beautiful little girl, shyly hiding behind the Woods! The wind blew and roared, rolling up the snow on the roof and the ground. They cheered and began to play games with dolls.
The sky cleared up, the sun came out, and the sun was shining, making the snow shine, and the color was whiter and fresher. The sky is blue, the top of the head is blue, and the colors on both sides are getting lighter and lighter, gradually turning white. Below the white is a yellow and white hillside, and below the hillside is a house with red walls and white tiles, and the smoke is swaying. What a beautiful rural scenery! At this time, the small village fell asleep quietly under the blue sky.
This is the beautiful snow scene in my hometown!
Write 800 words snow scene (below) Snow dances like goose feathers between heaven and earth. The whole world is covered with a white coat, and snowflakes fall from the sky. In a short time, the ground, trees and roofs turned white. White snowflakes are like small pieces of paper torn by people, like catkins flying in the air in spring. It is so pure and flawless, and it is so beautiful and crystal clear.
There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the spectacular scene when it snows in winter best. In winter, with heavy snow, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm and a crystal clear fairy tale world.
Get up in the morning and go outside, the wind is still blowing, and there is no intention of reducing it. The wind was so strong that it almost knocked me down and I could hardly stand up. I'm dressed like a big fat man at this time. Although I wear so much and so thick, the wind keeps drilling into my body.
When it first snows, the snowflakes are often neither big nor dense, such as catkins that float lightly with the wind. As the wind blows harder and harder, the snow becomes denser and denser, and the snowflakes become bigger and bigger, like woven white nets and continuous curtains, falling straight to the ground. Snow covered roofs and roads, crushed branches, covered the appearance of various objects, blocked roads and traffic, and snowflakes flying all over the sky made heaven and earth melt into a white whole.
If you walk on the road, you will soon become a living snowman. Although the snow is heavy, the children in the yard are very excited, because we can have a snowball fight and make a snowman! Call a good friend and make an appointment to have a snowball fight at Fuchun Shopping Plaza. There are 12 people, and everyone says to build a snowman first, write down their names, and agree that we will always be good friends.
An hour later, our snowman was finally built, very grand and lovely. Then we began to have snowball fights. Let's divide into two teams first, and then prepare snowballs. My job is to see if any companions are making fake snowballs to avoid danger. Five minutes later, we went to war. I led our team's experts to attack from the middle, and those who didn't make the right shot attacked from the back. Whoever throws will lose. I threw it on the tree head, and he could only be eliminated. Three people in our team were eliminated, leaving me and two companions, and finally the three of us finally defeated each other! It's getting late, we are all tired, but we are all happy in our hearts!
Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope!
I love winter, I love snow, and I love snow scenes.
Writing an 800-word composition on snow scene (I) Snowflakes are soft and crystal clear, elegant and quiet. Flying silently through the air unconsciously changed the whole world. This peculiar hexagonal crystal has its own attractive beauty and unique charm. Xue Rou is like smoke, and smoke is not pure; Like catkins, catkins are not as elegant as them; As crystal clear as jasper, jasper is not as light as it is; As white as bright silver, bright silver is not as holy as it is. It is soft and tough, cold and warm, simple but elegant and gorgeous. Sometimes it is fluttering, the picture is exquisite and the momentum is spectacular; Sometimes sloppy and staggered, the atmosphere is bleak, delicate and ethereal; Sometimes it is cold and cold, flying at will, diluting the silence, super dust and refined; Sometimes I float around, play games, talk and hold hands.
When snowflakes begin to fall, grass flies like butterflies, and trees fall like flying flowers. Like a shallow dry pen in calligraphy, like a faint freehand brushwork in painting. In the fields and mountains, the boundaries of river banks, ditches and ridges are gradually outlined by white. Sometimes catkins dance with the wind, sometimes reeds float in the air, sometimes thousands of Chimonanthus praecox petals fall from the sky, and sometimes they are like white crane feathers, decorating the world with flowing water and cold mountains. Gradually, six flying flowers came into the house and sat there, watching the bamboo grow into branches. Countless mounds, winding paths, leafy trees, and strewn roofs all lost their heads and shoulders. Suddenly catkins are crazy and pear blossoms dance, just like hitting back at Yulong 3 million. Sure enough, broken bones are flying all over the sky, big snowflakes are pouring down, six flowers are flying, and thousands of trees are jade. Where the sky is soaring, the snowstorm is empty, and it is the same when it stops. All the rocks are white. Taiwan Province is like a heavy wall, which looks awkward. The court steps are Yao steps, the trees are tall and straight, the cranes are fresh, the silver pheasant is vegetarian, the sleeves are ashamed, and the jade face is covered. Walking through the snow, I can't see my footprints when I look back. Walking through the snow without trace has such an artistic conception.
Walk into Ganning Park, pass the Pearl Pool of Erlong Play, climb the Cuiting, stand on the peak, and see the broken jade all over the sky, falling in succession, rolling with the wind, and layered road fans. The breeze moved his clothes, and soon he became a snowman. Jade pine, silver bamboo, sparse vines, rocky rocks and * * * together build the Jade Qionglou, and the Jade Pavilion is the Lingxiao Hall. I remember Zhang Dai's "Looking at the Lake Pavilion Snow" describes the snow scene of the West Lake: "Fog rages, the sky and clouds, the mountains and the water are all white; The shadow on the lake is only the trace of a long embankment, a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, a mustard with Yu Zhou, and only two or three people on board. " This kind of scenery can be called harmony between man and nature. Here and now, I look up at the vastness of Gankun, see the Jade Qionglou in the snow, and feel the coldness, grandeur and purity of the universe. I can't help but think of Chen Ziang's "Youzhou Tower", and there is an extraordinary heroism in my heart, which I also deeply feel.
When the light spring came to me gracefully, a dancing Chun Xue jumped into my arms and gave me a surprise that I was caught off guard. When the warm spring breeze whispers in my ear, the flying snowflakes, like naughty elves, gently print her tenderness on my face. A night of spring breeze blew away thousands of pears, embedded the earth with white tenderness, covered the green trees with white plain clothes, and watered my dry heart with that tenderness.
In this heavy and deep sky, Chun Xue, who is flying all over the sky, is gentle and quiet, thoughtful and thoughtful, kissing my cheek gently and sliding into my collar gently. The unchangeable charming face brings me a ray of tenderness in spring. I stare at the sky, close my eyes and let the snowflakes linger with me. I seem to hear snowflakes singing softly in my ears, as if I heard the piano sound coming from the distant sky. I gently licked the snowflakes falling between my lips, let Chun Xue's tenderness melt between my lips and teeth, and let Chun Xue's tenderness penetrate into my heart.
The quiet and elegant Chun Xue melts the impetuousness of spring, the willfulness of summer, the arrogance of autumn and the solemnity of winter, and condenses the enthusiasm of the rivers and lakes, making it more charming against the backdrop of spring. Chun Xue, she is a beautiful poem with beautiful artistic conception and harmonious rhythm. She is delicate and charming. She washes away the dust on the earth in winter with her cold and weak body, and dances quietly between the vast sky and heaven and earth with her fiery heart, making the world greener.
Some people say that the red beans in the south are entrusted with infinite acacia, but the acacia of red beans is only buried in the heart. The snow in early spring and February, although her life is short and the years fly by, is like an understanding angel, dancing softly and freely with her holiness and innocence, dancing with colorful acacia. When she melted away, she turned that clean, elegant and lovesickness into a tinkling spring, lingering with the earth and mountains, nourishing the boundless Yuan Ye with that lovesickness, and gestating another blooming spring.
I reached out my hands and held that pure, beautiful, true and eternal love, that holy and pure beauty, firmly in my hands, snuggled in my arms and melted into my heart, becoming a beautiful landscape in my life.
There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, with heavy snow, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine is so fragrant, and the fragrance of white is so icy, which gives people a cool comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.
In winter, there are many beautiful little angels, that is, little snowflakes flying in the sky. They are like jade leaves and silver flowers, like dancing butterflies, immersed in the world of snow, and everything is so intoxicating!
When these little angels landed on the earth, the earth was covered with white coats, and we could see white houses, white trees and white land. It makes people feel how pure the whole world is. Small snowflakes fell on people's hands and melted at once. Although it stayed in our hands for a short time, we could obviously feel a chill. Looking at these beautiful snow scenes, it would be a pity not to go out to play once, so we decided to go out to play once and found a flat land on the mountain, and immediately a wonderful snowball fight began. No, I'm drunk. At this time, a classmate next to me saw that I was smashed and immediately threw a big snowball at that classmate. Not to be outdone, I threw one at once. In this way, we chased each other and kept fighting. When we were tired of playing, we found that we were all wet, but it was not cold at all. At this time, we decided to make a snowman, ok. Let's get started. Let's make two snowballs first. Oh, we still need the last process-making the five senses. It's done. A lifelike snowman appeared before our eyes.
Later, I went skating on an icy river. When I came to the river, I first picked up a stone and smashed it into the river. The ice on the river did not move. Ok, this ice is really thick, about tens of centimeters thick. I immediately rushed down and skated first. I felt bored after playing, so I went to find some friends to play with. After we came, we skated and played cat and mouse on the ice. Playing, someone fell down. Then, I fell, too. That's great. Everyone began to fall. I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional. Everyone is falling down!
I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
Writing an 800-word composition on snow scene (Chapter VI) Finally, it's another snowy day.
Outside the window, it was covered with frost, reflecting a few pines and a snow cloud. Like an angel's feather, it lies on the tree. Piece by piece, one by one, is it the ribbon you left when you danced to the snow?
Indus stood in the snow, staring at the sky in a daze. The bark torn by the winter wind is covered with white snow, which gives birth to strange beauty. Dead branches stretch into the sky, waiting for the embrace of nature despite the oppression of snow and ice.
There is also snow crawling on the taupe wall. Lying idly, enjoying the sky-the hometown of snow.
Boundless, broken, as if the sky was annihilated into powder, falling, falling, falling. Is it the last sacredness of angels when they fall into reincarnation? The wind can't shake the footsteps of snowflakes, neither slow nor slow, just like an old man walking in midair, he won't be tired. The earth, the hotbed of dreams, is just around the corner. Did not look back, did not miss, fell to the ground, or immediately melted, infiltrated the earth, began to sleep, waiting for reincarnation; Or, accumulate on the ground and weave a quilt with your body to maintain the temperature of the earth. They never care about life and death. They do what they want and have no regrets in this life.
I hurried out of the door and plunged into this quiet world. Let the chill cling to the whole body, blend your thoughts with Tianyu, and swim with nature. Snow gently kissed my cheek, cool, leaving a intoxication. Open your arms, embrace this quiet world and bring all the purity into your arms. Between heaven and earth, it seems that I am the only one sleeping in this big crystal. Mind, calm, like this winter lake, clear and clear. I don't want anything, I don't want anything, I greedily enjoy this quiet beauty, open the gap between man and nature, tear apart the sewing of society, wrap my body around, put on the clothes of the world of mortals, and expose myself to the snow. I want to be integrated with you and shed the truest happiness.
The cool and bright air is wrapped in a shallow snow bag, as if it were flowing down from the sky. Twist a piece of snow and melt it in your mouth. There is a little sweetness hidden in the slight coolness, which is the purity of snow and the truth of snow. Close your eyes, savor this sweet beauty, and just want to cherish this fantastic feeling. Cher fell into my palm and gradually woke up in the temperature of my life. Clear water drops are shining with wondering eyes, looking at this hazy and cold world. Slowly descend, jump into the earth and return to the cycle of life.
Walking on the road, my eyes wander in the snow. Trees and buildings. The original clear and vigorous outline has become blurred, and all the colorful colors are wrapped in bright white robes. Vague eyes, wandering in this white time and space-the world is half asleep and half awake in the chaotic light.
Looking up, snowflakes fall into eyes, bringing a lifetime of love.
Sunlight and snow clouds alone outline the sky. When the clouds open and the snow stops, in the mud of life, the fallen leaves return to their roots and scatter between heaven and earth. What about the prosperity of the world of mortals, between rotations, back to the original point.
Snowy night, a century of wonderful precipitation, dust settled. The lights are blurred, hiding the whole world, beating and ethereal.
Appreciate the snow, listen to your heart and understand the world. Suddenly, a lotus flower opened in my heart.
"sasha vujacic-"is the song of the night. Ripples from the bottom of my heart, across the ages. In my dream, white snow flowers are in full bloom, lingering, flying, and always accompanying me. ...
Writing an 800-word composition on snow scene (Chapter 7) The faint, faint and white spots of snow have fallen. As light as goose feathers. Gently, gently, fluttering in the wind. Like naughty children, they play on the road and talk to their partners. Maybe with his own dream, just like this, he fell down. Si Nuo is an excellent dancer. No accompaniment, no cheers. She dances in a white dress, and sometimes she dances "Little Swan Dance" and "Nutcracker" with her partner ... I don't know who is so careful. In order to set off her slim figure, she chose blue as the background of the stage and spread a blue carpet on the stage. Lanterns are sometimes set to passionate red and sometimes to cool colors. Si Nuo has many fans. When the snow began to dance, millions of people in Qian Qian looked up and noticed.
After the dance, the snow was tired, and it fell on the roof, on the trees, on the flowers, and on the hands of the children. The child's palm has temperature. Snow melts into a drop of water. The child smiled and wiped it off, and then went to pick up another piece of snow.
Snowflakes falling to the ground is also a scene. If you look around like this, the world will turn white, and the sky seems to be connected with the house, with no hierarchy and only one side. Like an ink painting, with a few strokes, the snow is painted in various shapes. Simple and clear, it is not slow at all, but it embodies the tenderness and charm of snow everywhere. Everything in the world is catching up with the popularity of snow, put on snow clothes. Snow is also a gift from heaven to children. "Making Lohan" and "Shaping Angels" are children's favorite games at this time.
Snow is like yarn, so transparent and pure white, but the yarn is not as smooth as snow, and there is no pink tenderness revealed by snow under white.
Snow is no stranger to me as a northerner, but it is really out of reach for southerners with spring-like seasons!
The formation of snow is closely related to temperature. The colder and wetter the weather, the heavier the snow. People often say that "snow will bring a good harvest". This is precisely because in the cold winter, the temperature in the north has reached tens of degrees below zero. Little by little, white snow fell on the ground, covering the crops. Bacteria and pests living in crops can't stand the "torture" of cold temperature, so they all freeze to death. After the return of spring and winter, everything revived, and the bacteria and pests that lost their lives under "torture" disappeared with the change of winter, and pests and bacteria could no longer do evil to crops.
Looking back, we can see that the earth turned white in an instant. How can this spectacular and beautiful scenery not sing a poem: "The scenery in the north is frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow in Wan Li is drifting. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed; When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum. The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height. When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight! There are so many beauties in Jiangshan because countless heroes have won over. Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish. Genghis Khan, a generation of arrogant people, only knows how to shoot an eagle with a bow. Count the romantic figures in the past and look at the present. "
Mao Zedong, the author of this poem, was in a particularly happy mood when it snowed in Qingjian, northern Shaanxi, and wrote this poem "Spring and Snow in Qinyuan".
Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed; Up and down the river, lost the surge. ...