I was lucky enough to see it.
The snowy night in Dunhuang is pale and cold. The sharp edge of snow cuts the world into corners. Snowflakes roared away, while solitary plums, swaying in the snow, were flexible and strong.
It is decorated with snow, beautiful and dignified. Melissa Zhou has already become an ice crystal, like Mei's eyes and her translucent lips. The dazzling brilliance of starlight and elegant crystal radiate rainbow-like colors around.
Suddenly the wind blew, and the sofa and stone walked away. The roll-up of dead branches and fallen leaves, like the master's trick written by Jin Yong, is extremely dangerous and magnificent. Other flowers, even the body can't be found, but the strong Mei still resists the storm with her weak body.
The moon in the night sky casts a ray of light for plum blossom, but the roar of snow can't hide plum blossom's yearning for light.
The more sinister the wind is, the final battle will be held in the vast Gobi. Finally, the powerful blade, like an accidental chopping knife, cut all the survivors. Plum blossoms, however, are still in no hurry, resisting the raging snowstorm with their tenacity.
The snowstorm finally gave in and scattered in the midnight sky. Snowflakes, still falling, bury the earth and the sky together.
That plum blossom, in the corner where the moonlight does not shine, quietly looks up. On the contrary, the wind and frost increased its charm, shaking the branches like stretching. Ice crystal-like appearance, blooming after snow; Amber petals,
Growing up in the snow. Like a magician with a curtain call, a woman after dancing bows to the starry sky in Dunhuang.
The more dangerous it is, the more it blooms; The more difficult, the more tenacious. It is an elf who dresses up with frost and exposes the bath with snow on winter nights. Plum blossoms in the snow that bloom selflessly and bravely!
Mei has been loved and praised by people since ancient times.
In winter, wintersweet is in full bloom, and almost all the trees are full of flowers. The yellow petals are smooth and transparent, swaying in the cold wind, emitting a burst of fragrance, which makes people relaxed and happy, a bit like jade and ice.
In winter, it is not the soft spring breeze like willow that blows wintersweet, but the biting cold wind; It is not the cool and soft rain that moistens it, but the cold ice and snow; It is not the warm sunshine that shines on it, but a ray of setting sun this season. Chimonanthus praecox will produce beautiful flowers only after overcoming the cold and snow.
In winter, round buds hang on the branches. Knowing that the world is cold in winter, Li Shu first sent out the only flower branch, and then the green leaves grew ... At the end of winter, the fallen flowers didn't wither, and the wind blew them down. They were worried that the petals would break. Stiff as if the breath will melt, it hurts when touched, but plum blossoms are not delicate flowers, but they can bloom with snow in the dead of winter.
Is plum blossom the last and only flower left in winter? Or the earliest flowering branch in spring? Snow broke branches, flowers withered, but plum blossoms came from the snow. But when winter goes and spring comes, everything recovers, flowers bloom and plum blossoms bloom first. Is it to chase snow? Or leave the spring it brings to the world?
"Zhong Fang exudes unique beauty and adds amorous feelings to the small garden." The tenacious spirit of Chimonanthus praecox standing proudly in the snow is really touching.
2. Write my classmate's 400-word composition in the background; This winter, the weather is extremely cold.
The northwest wind scraped the face of pedestrians like a knife, and the dead branches made a faint creak, making a final struggle. People on business trips wrapped themselves up in overcoats and hurried along the road.
Lively and active children also hide in warm homes early and don't want to come out to play. When I came to school, I saw my classmates dressed like cotton bags. Some of them still wear hats, gloves and scarves around their necks.
When I came to the classroom, I stamped my numb feet with cold, sat in my seat and looked around. Everyone was huddled up with cold. The cold wind is biting outside, the north wind is whistling, the street is deserted, bare saplings stand on both sides of the road pitifully, and the once vibrant grass has turned yellow and entered a sweet dream of flowers.
The north wind roared and the saplings struggled in the cold wind; The grass fell to the ground as if afraid of the sudden cold wind. There are rows of slender cypress trees, which are still so rich and green in the cold winter.
This time last year, it was already very cold. I remember a snowstorm in June 5438+065438+ 10 last winter, and the temperature plummeted. But you see, this year, the dazzling sun hangs in the sky every day. The weather forecast the day before yesterday said that there was a strong wind to cool down, and the temperature did drop by several degrees. But you see, as soon as the wind stopped and the sun came out today, it was another warm sunny day! I woke up early this morning. I just sat up when a cold wind blew. I couldn't help sneezing and quickly got into bed again, I thought; It's really cold today! It's really cold today! There are fewer pedestrians on the road. Almost everyone wears fluffy gloves, thick scarves and thick cotton hats. The children's faces are red with cold, just like two big apples.
All the leaves outside have fallen, and they are already bare. Only the leaves of pine trees are still green, only darker than before.
The little frog was afraid of the cold, so he hid in the hole to hibernate. Dogs are not allowed to walk outside with their owners in cotton-padded clothes.
In the park, next to the sparsely populated and snowy site, hot air comes out of a room. People are hiding at home, and no one comes out.
Ah, it's really cold in winter! As soon as I opened the door, a biting cold wind blew against my face, and I couldn't help shivering all over. I braved the strong wind and walked to school.
The pine trees along the road are covered with thin and long ice strips. There is a thin layer of ice on the ground, and it is slippery to walk on. If you are not careful, you will slip. Look at a small river not far from my home. It has already formed a thin layer of ice.
Walking on the road, my face was cut like a knife by the wind, and my ears were so cold that I lost consciousness. In winter in the northeast, the wind is very cold, and the ice and snow are very cold.
Attention. Awe in imposing manner shows seriousness and awe.
The north wind blows on my cheek, which makes me shudder, and the goose bumps on my skin are shaking.
3. A composition about the winter scenery in grade six, 400 to 600 words, with the cold wind whistling like a lost lion. Pedestrians walking on the road are trembling and rushing.
When winter comes, the weather is sometimes gloomy and sometimes sunny. This kind of climate is always thought-provoking. I sat alone under a tree near the campus basketball court, feeling the cold front passing by and the fallen leaves floating down, as if frozen into ice. I couldn't help shivering and looked up. The tree was still green. From this, I can't help but recall the winter I walked through and the footprints I left behind, and suddenly I really want to use a pen to describe this season with cold north wind.
I live in the south. Naturally, I have never experienced the poetic realm of "plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold", and I am a little yearning for the winter snow in the north, but I still love the winter in the south. Even so, I don't know how to describe the winter I love. I have read Winter written by the poet. Winter is white. In their minds, the climate with snowflakes in full bloom is romantic. I like winter on painter's paper. Winter is gray. In their hearts, the season without a ray of sunshine is sad. These are the winter conditions in the north, but they are obviously different in the south. Winter in the south is dark green, but with a hint of dark yellow. Every morning, I can see a pile of yellow leaves under the tree. It is really "how many leaves fall when the cold wind comes at night", but there is still no trace of winter on the tree! However, in the south, the winter clouds occasionally look like a kind mother. She looked at her sons sadly-trees, mountains and the earth, fearing that they could not be attacked by the cold wind, but they stood tall and straight despite shivering. When a gust of wind blows, the leaves will make a "rushing" laugh, as if pointing to the sun and telling me that the sun is gently stroking everything on the earth, giving people a little warmth. Someone asked me, "What is there to write about in winter in the south?" I just laughed. Yes, there is no snow scene in the south "like spring breeze, rising at night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", and there is no tragic scene of "cold and gloomy clouds and Wan Li condensation", but this is where I grew up. If I want to find the fun of winter, the greatest happiness for me is to eat hot pot together on the solstice of winter, laugh happily, blow the cold wind and watch the fallen leaves, which will be bitter forever.
I like winter in the south ― this is where I grew up. A famous person once said, "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
4. To write a composition describing the wind, you should use two kinds of rhetoric, about 400 words, and you need a breeze badly. When you are naive, you will be like a little doll, lying on the grass for a while, grinning and rolling around for a while; After a while, I went to the river again, somersaulted on the water, splashed water, blew out some patterns, drew some bright green patterns, or folded the water like a folding fan, folded it and opened it again.
The breeze is considerate, caressing human beings and all kinds of animals. In summer, the breeze blows away the heat. It caresses people's faces like velvet and fans you like a fan. It's so comfortable that people often boast that it's really a good wind! Birds, kittens, puppies, cattle and sheep live in a sultry place. Do you feel hot when you sleep? The breeze blew gently and the animals were very comfortable. Although they can't speak, they can make various phone calls to express their gratitude and gratitude. The boat is sailing in the river, the boatman paddles and the tracker pulls the fiber. Are you tired? It is not easy to ride a bike on the bridge. Give them a hand. So the breeze blew slightly, the sails were raised, and the boat glided along the river. If someone helps the cyclist push, the wheels will slide more easily and the fine sweat on his forehead will be blown dry by the breeze. Breeze often likes to touch the wheat and rice in the field, smell the flowers and shake hands with adults and children. It is very polite.
However, when the wind is wild and crazy, when it is as crazy as a madman, it is its fiercest moment, and human beings will be killed and injured and will suffer.
Strong winds are barbaric. When the strong wind blows over the fields, the plain land suddenly rolls up the rotating loess. If it is winter, all crops will be harvested and the vegetation will wither. At that time, every village was naked. The strong wind turned into an open bully, whistling and running around, running through the wild fields in the boundless cold, running through the empty village streets, shaking the closed doors and windows of the farmer unreasonably, and throwing a lot of sand into his yard from time to time. During the prank, it also blew down some rotten pieces of wood on the fence, scraped off the grass roof, lifted the peasant woman's skirt, and drove the chickens all over the village, blowing their feathers in a mess.
When the wind enters the forest with snow, it will make a strange whistle. Rows of trees wobbled, branches clucked, the wind roared and changed direction, and the snow rolled up by the wind danced wildly in the forest like a huge snow dragon. In "Lin Yuan", writer Qu Bo compared the snow dragon rolled up by the strong wind: it fluttered, turned left and right, twisted its head, lost its tail and rushed at the team. Snow powder is sprayed randomly in the gap of the forest, hitting the face like a stone ... Such a strong wind makes people breathless, speechless and unable to hear other sounds. Polish writer Xianke Wei Zhi said in Crusaders Riding on the Earth: In the howling and whistling of the whirlwind, only sad sounds were heard, like the howling of wolves, like Ma Si in the distance, and sometimes like people crying for help in times of disaster.
When the strong wind hovers, roars and growls on the grassland, it makes the grass make a sound. Chekhov, a Russian writer, once described the gale on the grassland like this: Suddenly, something exploded in the stagnant air, and suddenly a storm appeared. ..... The dust spiraled on the avenue and ran across the grassland, wrapped in wheat straw, dragonflies and feathers all the way, like a rotating black pillar, soaring into the sky and blackening the sun. On the grassland, in all directions, those wild hemp jumped alternately, and one of them was wrapped in a whirlwind, hovering like a bird, flying into the sky, becoming a small black spot and disappearing. Then another one flew up, and then the third one flew up. The two of them wrestled with each other in the air as if they were fighting.
5. In the first grade of primary school, look at pictures, write and look up. Chrysanthemums surround slim and graceful, admiring the white, strong and cold composition. The cool autumn has passed, and the cold winter has quietly come to us.
In winter, the northwest wind whistles through the treetops, and all the leaves are floating in the arms of Mother Earth. Only a few leaves that are not afraid of cold are still hanging on the tree, swaying in the wind. Flowers also entered a sweet dream.
Walking in the Woods, I vaguely saw a tree in front of me with many rose dots on it. What are they? I, Han Jing, walked forward with curiosity. It turned out to be plum blossoms. Seen from a distance, it looks like a rose-red agate.
Walking in, I saw five rose-red semicircular petals around a small flower with a yellow bud in the middle. How beautiful! I picked a plum blossom and held it in my hand. A faint fragrance came to the nose. I took the plum blossom to my nose and smelled it. Wow! Yes, it smells good! In the cold winter, other flowers are afraid of the cold and sleep at home.
Only plum blossoms are not afraid of the cold, and Ao Shuang is in full bloom. This fearless spirit is really worth learning.
6. Write a review with sobs. When the wind hovers, howls and whistles on the grassland, the grass makes a sound.
Chekhov, a Russian writer, once described the gale on the grassland like this: Suddenly, something exploded in the stagnant air, and suddenly a storm appeared. ..... The dust spiraled on the avenue and ran across the grassland, wrapped in wheat straw, dragonflies and feathers all the way, like a rotating black pillar, soaring into the sky and blackening the sun.
On the grassland, in all directions, those wild hemp jumped alternately, and one of them was wrapped in a whirlwind, hovering like a bird, flying into the sky, becoming a small black spot and disappearing. Then another one flew up, and then the third one flew up.
The two of them wrestled with each other in the air as if they were fighting. When strong winds raged in the city, the scene was even more tragic.
The branch was blown aside and didn't twist back once for dozens of minutes. Clouds in the sky are blown from one pole to the other by strong winds.
The dust rolled up by the strong wind dyed the sky grayish yellow, and the sunshine became dim. Gail.
When the strong wind hovers, roars and growls on the grassland, it makes the grass make a sound. Chekhov, a Russian writer, once described the gale on the grassland like this: Suddenly, something exploded in the stagnant air, and suddenly a storm appeared.
..... The dust spiraled on the avenue and ran across the grassland, wrapped in wheat straw, dragonflies and feathers all the way, like a rotating black pillar, soaring into the sky and blackening the sun. On the grassland, in all directions, those wild hemp jumped alternately, and one of them was wrapped in a whirlwind, hovering like a bird, flying into the sky, becoming a small black spot and disappearing.
Then another one flew up, and then the third one flew up. The two of them wrestled with each other in the air as if they were fighting.
When strong winds raged in the city, the scene was even more tragic. The branch was blown aside and didn't twist back once for dozens of minutes.
Clouds in the sky are blown from one pole to the other by strong winds. The dust rolled up by the strong wind dyed the sky grayish yellow, and the sunshine became dim.
Strong winds tore up the cloth of shopkeepers, uncovered posters on the walls, broke branches, shattered glass windows, blew off high-voltage telephone poles, blew off the hats of pedestrians, messed up the hair and clothes of pedestrians, uprooted trees and overturned roofs. On the road, branches danced like rattan whip, beating pedestrians from time to time.
Pedestrians walk with their heads down, their faces covered, and their upper bodies bend forward with difficulty. Despite their best efforts, cyclists still seem to be stuck on the wheels and find it difficult to turn forward.
The wind screamed, roared and echoed; Sometimes straight, sometimes messy in all directions, like being hit by a demon; Suddenly swept in and attacked everything on the earth. The wind is really enough to dominate.
At this time, the world seems to be no longer a human world. Man was defeated by the strong wind. Strong winds seem to have succeeded temporarily and become the master of the world. Everything has to be ordered by the strong wind, and the dust is its accomplice. The wind caressed the crops, sometimes bent and sometimes raised, as if the earth was breathing rhythmically, and the mature wheat had life again. Where does the wind come from? There is a whisper among the wheat ears.
Zhang Xianliang's "Dragon Seed" I keep my mouth shut, but the wind is like a powerful hand, choking my breath and forcing me to open my mouth from time to time. At this time, it will also raise a handful of dirt into my mouth, similar to a naughty child.
Yang Shuo's The Dust Settled In the afternoon of March, the spring breeze was sunny and the air was really harmonious. The warm breeze is brewing somewhere, with an unpredictable drunkenness, which makes people feel strange and comfortable, but at the same time it seems to be in a daze trying to snuggle up with space. The spring breeze in February in Ni Yide's First Love is warm and humid during the day, but it is a bit like the smell of cotton tidbits blowing on the face; But at night, especially late at night, it's a bit like scissors.
The night wind fluttered on the beach, and the willow trees on the beach danced hard with her tender and oily branches like drunk. Lee Joon's "Five Waterwheels" is good, like a mother's hand stroking you.
The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" overnight, the spring breeze came.
Suddenly, it rolled in from the vast grasslands and deserts outside the Great Wall. Jumping over the ravine, over the ridge, into the ravine, irrigating the mountain pass, screaming and blowing the horn, roaring and roaring, flying sand and stones, flapping on the window, flapping on Sarah's face, like countless needles.
Lin Jinlan's "Spring Breeze" is coming. First of all, a gentle breeze blew from the northwest beach, gently rolled up Nightcrawler's skirt and teased the dead leaves on the road.
There was a slight rustle in the wilderness. After a while, the wind was very strong, and the sorghum on the roadside swayed wildly, and the dead branches on the trees fell off one after another.
A terrible howl came from the distant wilderness and the clouds became deeper. The rumbling thunder seems to have rushed out of the heavy encirclement of dark clouds, and it is like an explosion, rolling in from the northwest.
Jun Qing's Dawn River: A Midsummer Night. Waves of gentle little north wind floated from Wanda Valley and swept Mudanjiang, blowing the fragrance in the orchard, the coolness on the river and the slightest waves into Longquan Town, Jiang Nanan. Gradually, the heat and noise in the town subsided.
Poplars and weeping willows on the roadside, lilacs and begonia in the yard, all woke up from the drowsiness in the hot summer. The breeze rustled among the green leaves and the flowers floated quietly under the eaves.
Everything is pleasant and quiet. The whole town lined up along the river, like a giant lying on his back, is using all its body and mind to feel the elegance of the evening breeze and enjoy the faint fragrance and moist coolness in the wind.
Liu Yazhou's "Lucky" autumn wind is like a magic pen, which paints the mountains and forests in Xing 'an Mountains with golden yellow, crimson, pale pink and mottled dark green. The annual Wanghuashan season has arrived.
This month, the river is particularly cold, and the slight waves are flashing. The sky is particularly clear, with only a few faint clouds.
Look, the tall cypress trees crowded on the cliff are golden yellow.