In the morning, I finished my homework and looked out of the window. I saw white snow falling silently from the boundless sky and falling to the ground in bits and pieces. Soon, more and more snowflakes became denser and denser, turning into goose feather snow. Under the wind, clouds and star clusters are overwhelming. In an instant, heaven and earth are connected and integrated. Go to a pure white fairy tale world.
I went downstairs. Snowflakes, surrounded by the wind, are like white spirits, flying in the wind for a while, roaming in the sky for a while, resting on branches for a while, and secretly chasing me for a while. Get into my shoes, head, neck, cold.
Suddenly, I want to pick a snowflake and leave it for her sister Qiqi, who is menstruating, and her uncle who is far away from Shenzhen. Because Sister Qiqi's family is now in the southern city of Shenzhen, she may not see the first snow in 2008. So, I reached out my hand from the down jacket and carefully recalled the white, glittering and translucent, flawless snowflake, but the snowflake instantly melted in my hand and became a drop of glittering and translucent water. I stuck out my tongue and licked the water droplets. As soon as the cool breeze blows, the coolness immediately spreads all over my body.
Ah! The white snow, together with the water I left for my sister and my good wishes to them, are stored in my memory!
2. How to write a composition in snowy days? Snowflakes are fluttering, and the whole Suifenhe River has become a white world. In front of the school, cars are like white bread, and all the trees with leaves are covered with white snow flowers. When the wind blows, snowflakes fall angrily like peach petals in the spring breeze. At this time, students in our class are playing with snow on the Little Square in front of the school, some have snowball fights and some make snowmen. Others are shoveling snow. When we were having fun, we were having a class ... it was the first heavy snow this year. We will have heavy snow here in winter, but this year's heavy snow came late, just after the Spring Festival. This morning, I woke up from my dream and opened the curtains. Wow, it's snowing outside. It's all white. I jumped three feet. I think I can have a good time today. I saw a vast expanse of whiteness. The mountain opposite our house is vast, and the spacious road in front of our house seems to be covered with thick white quilts, leaving deep ruts on the white road. While waiting for the bus here, I played and kicked the snow happily, and ran and had a snowball fight with other children. Soon, I waved the bus to stop and got on the bus to go to school. When I was in class. Snow is really interesting. Yes, snow is really interesting. The most interesting thing is that I just came out from home and played with children while waiting for the bus. At that time, I had a snowball fight with a child. The snow didn't hurt at all, and it was very cool for the snow powder to fall into my neck. I ran in the snow with my child. I chased after him and finally caught up with him. Haha, we all rolled into the snow. I really like snowy days. Who doesn't love snow? Reading Tip: This is a narrative composition for primary schools, with flashbacks and supplementary narratives. Generally speaking, narrative compositions are written in chronological order, that is, from the beginning to the back. But this straightforward article gives people a dull feeling when reading. The structure of the article is not vivid enough, so the writing methods of flashback, interpolation and supplementary narration are adopted. Flashback is to write the result or the best scene at the beginning and then. Supplementary narrative is to write out the details of the key points and key parts of the matter after the process and result of the matter have been written or even ended, and then end it. Flashback, interpolation and supplementary narration can make the composition unique in structure, ups and downs and improve readability. However, it is very difficult to write such a composition. If it is not well written, it will give people a messy feeling, and the key is the transition of the article. 48660.6886868866 1
Write a composition about the scenery when it snows. The afterglow of the 400-word sunset lazily climbed over the white smooth skin of the mountain; Warmly shining on this quiet land, the clouds on the horizon drift by, as if following the footsteps of their companions; The blue lake slowly flows, and there are several boats across the lake, vaguely flashing some fishing fires. Maybe when the scenery is too lonely, my mood will sing, and the song will accompany the lake, taking me to recall that unforgettable past with a little sadness, but when I turned my head and left, I saw the other side of the mountain. That's where the sun rises again. Maybe spring will come tomorrow! The warm sunshine shines on the lake, and the last red leaf in the forest still stands proudly on the branches. The bright red and green colors and uncoordinated colors form a unique winter scene.
Sometimes a gust of wind blows, and branches without leaves rustle, which also makes people feel sad. But if you look at those branches again, new buds have been bred. This kind of fluffy and humble bud immediately reminds you of the future spring and the vibrant and flowery days.
Walking in the snow is more interesting. There is only a trace of wind in the sky, holding the snow like a kite. Looking up, this silk wind dominates the snowflake like a butterfly, falling obliquely, spinning and flying, floating to the ground and falling on pedestrians.
Snowflakes, like naughty children, never tire of playing, brush people's hot faces, turn into water droplets and flow onto eyebrows and beards, forming small ice cubes. Snow falls silently, fluttering. Soon, there will be a thin layer on the ground. When you step on it, it will make cheerful footsteps "cheep, cheep, cheep".
With this step, you can spread your imagination wings as much as possible, pursue your best memories and embrace your happiness! You might as well take a deep breath. The flowers of My Sweetie will soak in your heart and spleen. You can't help but think of a pure heart. When you wake up in the morning, you will feel that the whole world is so pure and the fog is filled in winter. After the fog cleared, a wonderful scene appeared immediately. The needles of pine trees are covered with thick frost, like white autumn chrysanthemums; The branches of deciduous trees are covered with white snow, just like white jade carved trees; The weeping willows are wrapped in silver, and the bushes are all white coral, which is confusing. 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, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world.
The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.
The snow at dusk, deeply cut, seems to be inextricably linked with emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and there is a sense of * * * like uncovering the head and tail. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers who go out to war, covered with silver armor, and like pieces of sailing ... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is only one piece of silver between heaven and earth, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.
After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow. 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.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? With the coming of winter, people put on thick cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold wind and frost. With the coming of winter, everything has entered a "dead silence" period, leaving people with eyeful fatigue ... That winter, my Clivia was sick as early as two months ago.
When winter comes, it loses all its green color and becomes a pile of dead branches. I'm sorry that months of hard work went up in smoke.
In order to reassure myself a little, I didn't throw it away immediately, nor did I take it out of the flowerpot immediately. I just left it as it is. In this way, I spent the winter of that year in regret. Every time I touch the cold flowerpot, I feel sad and helpless in my heart.
Now that I think about it, I can still feel the long winter. After the spring of the following year, I made up my mind to get rid of the dead branches and make room for planting orchids in flowerpots.
So, I dug up the soil with a small shovel and prepared to uproot it. But at this moment, a miracle appeared.
As soon as I put the shovel into the dry thick soil and scraped it twice, I heard a crisp crack, and then I saw the fragments of the ceramic flowerpot scattered all over the floor. However, when I look carefully, it is the root of Clivia, which seems to have died last winter, wrapped in layers of soil and as thick as a white beard. Instead of necrosis, it became more and more lush and branched again and again.
Now, it is so lush that it fills the whole flowerpot, just like a dragon's paw sticking tightly to a porcelain flowerpot. No wonder it breaks at the touch. Seeing this, I quickly trimmed the messy roots and replanted them in the pot.
As a result, a month later, each flowerpot gave off a lovely Clivia bud. I have to marvel at this scene.
In the whole winter brewing, it can grow again and flourish. I was simply impressed by the miracle of this winter.
This admiration is from the heart. From the eyes to the heart, I have to sincerely sigh its tenacious vitality. Think about it, how stupid I was to give up the chance of a new life in such a hurry in winter.
Thick cotton-padded clothes really cut off all the joy and hope brought by new life. But now I understand that the temporary "dead silence" is to let us appreciate life more truly and appreciate life.
In winter, plants can be reborn by longing for spring after the "dead silence" in winter. What about that guy? Winter can also look forward to spring, and you can get greater new life and hope.
We should be awed by the magic of life, so we should show courage and action. Just like Clivia with withered stems and leaves, when spring shines on the earth, you will have the beauty like a Siberian butterfly, and then break the ice to find a brighter and brighter you. Snow, I love you, I love your innocence, you.
It's snowing. I got up in the morning and stood at the window. To my surprise, it snowed! Look, snow covered the roof, fell on the dead branches of acacia trees, sprinkled on the windowsill, spread on the grass, and walked on the path ... what a clean and white world.
I can't wait to go downstairs and come to the yard. The snowflakes are still fluttering. I couldn't help raising my head and opening my mouth to let the snowflake fall on the tip of my tongue. I want to taste snowflakes.
Step on the snow and make a creaking sound. I came to the square of the community. The car in the parking lot next to it is neatly covered with a white dust cover, and the slide is covered with a white hat. Shi Wa by the pool wore a white tuxedo and thick white gloves on the tall palm leaves.
A gust of wind blows, palm trees sway gently, and snowflakes on leaves fall like white curtains, which is very beautiful. Several children are making a snowman happily! Two black beans make eyes, and red beans spell out a curved mouth, smiling and celebrating.
The children laughed and played games and snowball fights around the snowman, and I joined in, not to mention how happy I was. Snowflakes, please float to your heart's content. We like your company, and the monotonous winter needs your embellishment.
Can you stay a few more days without leaving in a hurry? .
How to write a composition on a snowy day If I complain that winter is too cold and dry, I am lying.
Snow, a sacred image, is different from ice cream in summer. It's really rare, and it's hard to see it at the same time, which makes me complain all winter. South, it's too hot! Maybe so, I can't help getting close to her, looking for her and hoping for her, just like two people who don't know each other, which hurts people inexplicably.
In my impression, when the snow came, the world was filled with endless white. I bought baked sweet potatoes and smoked them in my hand. Put on a big coat, a melon hat and a pair of thick boots. When the snow doesn't reach your knees, you walk with your legs stretched out. My feet are born on the ground when I rest occasionally. When I lift it hard, there will be a plop, which means I can't tear the tape. The leaves faded to green and all the leaves were hung with barbs. The ice seems to stop when it falls, flooding a house, exposing the window and lying on the window. There are several pairs of small blinking eyes staring at the water-white world, as clear as snow, just like in fairy tales. Isn't this snow an elf?
Do some details and show them to you without reservation in your imagination, which will further strengthen this love.
So, look for impressions. With endless expectations, as I wish, the Spring Festival the year before last ushered in the first snow in my life. Although it is not satisfactory and too small, it can't stop my curiosity about snow.
In order to see enough before the sun melts the residual snow, I got out of bed at six or seven and lay on the windowsill. There is only a little light outside. I looked at the hazy fog and vaguely saw something like snowflakes from time to time, so I reached for it no matter how cold it was. It's disappointing to turn on the light, but it's just slag-forming snow foam that turns into water in an instant. It is likely that it will rain even harder in a few days. I looked at the rain and snow-covered flowers and drifted off. I saw the real snowflake and the plot of giving up.
Impression, exquisite, chic, with a little plush, is actually transparent white, palm-sized but exquisite, still crystal clear. This is the snowflake! The temperature of snowflake is a warm feeling, soft as cotton, sweeping a dynamic arc in the air, falling leaves sweeping the autumn wind, snowflakes sweeping the winter wind, as if I put it on my face.
Suddenly I felt a burst of ice immersion, and when I came to my senses, I was actually holding the ice in the refrigerator and sticking my face. But a burst of ecstasy, as if it were going to snow heavily.
Oh! If you are full, bring some snow from the north and it will snow!
Magnificent! This is the heavy snow, which is mercilessly submerged here. We should be crazy, crazy, and desperate. We should rush to grab the snow all over the ground, make a snowman at random, use a carrot as a nose, use bangs as a mop, use a bucket as a helmet button, use a left dustpan as a shield, use a right broom as a sword, build a wall, build a bunker and have a snowball fight. Grade three overthrew grade two, and grade two overthrew grade one. It doesn't hurt or itch, but also laughs. It grabs a lump of snow and stuffs it into clothes to make people eat "sorbet". This momentum, after the bell rang, the class didn't ring, and the whole school canceled his class because he didn't have the heart to sit in the classroom. It's too hot, too crazy, too wild! Even the teacher kicked the classroom door and smashed the window, and a group of people rolled out of the window. I don't wear gloves, I wear short-sleeved shorts, and my hands are red and my face is purple, so I don't care! Throwing his snowballs, fighting his battles, attacking his city, laughing and getting carried away, everything is back to the original, back to childhood, warm!
Snow for no reason, let the world return to pure white!
6. How to write a composition on snowy days People who like snowy days must have a holy and quiet heart.
Nature created this season's elves and snow. Without snow, how can you feel that the village is made of silver and jade, the world is vast and life is profound? The most beautiful snow is only available after the arrival of winter and before the arrival of spring.
I like snowy days. I have lived in this city for more than ten years. Although my life is humble, I am not inferior. Although I am tired, I don't blame myself. Many times, I want to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city and let my thoughts be silent in a corner of the earth, beside the frozen river, in Yuan Ye like a curtain, and in the chilly cold.
Over the years, what has kept a white heart away from the dust of the years? It's snowing. Snow comes, everything on the earth is still, and people in the snow and trees in the distance form a pure light ink painting, which is also a rare pure beauty without too much rendering.
Snow is floating quietly, like a gentle little hand, passing through quiet eyes and sliding into a state of mind like water. Once impatient and impetuous, once irritable and depressed, were gently brushed away by snowflakes.
In the snow, life can be so simple and the mood can be so quiet. The moonlight is faint, passing through the faint clouds and gently sprinkling on the world, just like the memory of a lost time.
At this time, the snowflake floated gently, passed through the dead trees, obliquely passed through Wafi, and landed in the childhood village, as quiet as time. Hold your breath and listen attentively, then you will vaguely hear the rhythmic heartbeat of the snow, which is the beat of music, the song of the years, such as the breeze, the smoke from the kitchen, the long bell, and the trembling of flowers.
A heart is tightening, instinctively resisting the cold, reciting the poem "Like spring breeze, night comes, blowing the petals of ten thousand pear trees", flying the imagination of "opening the door with snow in the morning, and the snow is clear and the clouds are cold", recalling the wonderful time of "Snow is too late for spring, so it flies among the trees in the courtyard". Then, the snowflake stripped my locked soul and gently wiped the rust spots, showing the same color as the village in early spring.
Every fall of snow is a gift of life, which makes me find my initial touch and relax my overwhelmed soul. Snow is an invitation in severe winter and a symbol of poetry. Snow spreads a feeling of post-action in everyone's heart, separating the past from the future; Snowy days herald the end of winter and the arrival of the new year.
Snowy days are not only a day for hard-working people to rest, but also a post for thoughtful people to observe their lives. In the snow, enjoy and taste wonderful life fragments and awe-inspiring life stories.
The quiet hometown in snowy days and the familiar and distant childhood memories have obviously been replaced by the current noise. You may feel lost in the distant years, but you will become excited about the unknown life tomorrow.
I like snow because I like life. Like the past years, but also look forward to the future years, recalling all the days is actually a kind of heartfelt happiness.
Quiet and holy people like the color and meaning of snow. In the quiet and idle night, snowflakes drift across the forehead and cheeks at will, and the majestic momentum immediately makes people feel quiet, ethereal and broad-minded.
Standing on the vast land and listening attentively, you will feel a deep love for life, and then all the unhappiness and embarrassment will be irrelevant ... cold snow will come on you. In the snow, I think of the small bridges and flowing water in my hometown, simple homesickness, green mountains and green waters, my mother living alone, and the years when I laughed and ran ... May my life be the same, without too many gorgeous spring flowers, too many floating Xia Yun, too many noisy and rotating colors, only a quiet and simple white, only a deep and serious life, only a dream, as silent as snow.
7. How to write a composition about snow? Twilight is boundless, and the sunset will set. Before the sun sets in the west, the moon comes from the east in a hurry.
The dark sky is littered with petals, and there seems to be a faint fragrance. Snow floated leisurely, rendering the world a vast expanse of whiteness.
It is not surprising that catkin-like snow, reed-like snow and light smoke-like snow are flowing, chasing and coming spotless. One hexagonal flower after another, beautifully carved, without any repetition. Carve jade with powder, but which artist can design such delicate lines? Who can carve such exquisite handicrafts? I'd rather believe that this is the tears of the fairy in the heavenly palace than the masterpiece of nature!
In a blink of an eye, Chinese fir and pine trees have become Ke Yu's lovely branches. Yuyang changed into a simple Chinese tunic suit that has been worn for an autumn, while LAM Raymond took off her long red dress that she showed off for half a year.
Jade butterfly-like snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the earth has replaced the silk yarn that has just been put on with a sweater. I want to get out of the octagonal pavilion that has stood for a long time. When I first arrived at the pavilion, I couldn't help but withdraw my feet. The glittering and translucent snowflakes spilled all over the floor, which made me seem to have Daiyu, who "hoes flowers out of embroidered curtains with both hands and bears falling flowers again and again". Mood. Of course, I am neither Lin Daiyu nor Li Qingzhao, otherwise, I will definitely make up a new word and make a ditty.
Standing on the top of the mountain, it seems a little windy. It's breezy, not cold. The snowflakes on the branches and the roof now make a few clever spins in the embrace of the wind to find other partners.
The dark sky is dotted with a few full pearls, sometimes with a soft luster, hazy, carrying many memories and yearning of the world. Cherry is not as deep as the stars, like diamonds, like ... Yes, like fireflies, dotted with blurred light, which seems to light up all the stars in the sky.
I don't know when the clothes are covered with small snowflakes. Looking at them, I suddenly remembered an article written by Lu Xun. I have forgotten the specific content, but I always remember that snow is called the essence of rain by Mr. Lu Xun. Think about it, too, rain is water; What about the snow? Spring has arrived. This, perhaps, is the charm of snow! Snow will show you elusive, misty rain like flowers, no, it is more beautiful than flowers. As long as you like it, as long as the snowflake is not broken or melted, you can appreciate it carefully. What you appreciate is snow and rain. Gently shake off a piece of silvery white, but my heart is a little reluctant, pursue it, surpass it, and go down the hill step by step.
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8. How to write the composition "It's snowing" Today, it's snowing.
This is the first snow on 20 14. Snowflakes are fluttering, and small snowflakes outside the window are floating into the sky. They sparkle, dance and float in the air like newborn white butterflies.
I was attracted by this scene and went out of the classroom to enjoy the joy when it snowed. I reached out and caught a snowflake. Crystal snowflakes lie quietly in my warm hands. Before I could see what it looked like, it melted in the blink of an eye.
In a short time, these naughty little snowflakes all fell on my hair, and white was more conspicuous in black, as if a piece of black cloth was dotted with several diamonds. Ah, it finally snows! The snow scene on campus is like a painting, a natural painting, a painting that only a master can draw.
In the flower bed, the leaves of pine trees and bushes are covered with a thick layer of snow, as if white milk was exposed in the green candy, which made people see more things than they could see. I really want a bite. There is snow on the roof, which looks whiter and seems thicker than leaves.
"It's snowing, it's snowing!" The children were very excited. They ran out of the classroom and jumped around in the snow. Lovely little footprints were left in the snow, deep and shallow, each different. You can see how happy and excited they are from these footprints! Yes, why am I unhappy? At this moment, I couldn't hold back my excitement. I pinched a snowball from the ground and had a snowball fight with my classmates.
Ah, this snow is really exciting! This snow is unforgettable, and people will always remember its appearance.
9. How to write a composition in snowy days? Snowflakes are fluttering, and the whole Suifenhe River has become a white world. In front of the school, cars are like white bread, and trees with all the leaves falling off are covered with white snow flowers. When the wind blows, snowflakes fall angrily like peach petals in the spring breeze. At this time, our classmates are playing with snow on the Little Square in front of the school. Some have snowball fights, some make snowmen, and some are moving snow. When we were playing, we were having a class. ...
This is the first heavy snow this year. It snows heavily here in winter, but it came late this year, and the Spring Festival is almost over. This morning, I woke up from my dream and opened the curtains. Wow, it's snowing heavily outside. It's all white. I jumped three feet high. I think I can have a good time today.
As soon as I went out in the morning, I saw a vast expanse of whiteness. The mountain opposite our house is vast, and the spacious road in front of our house looks like a thick white quilt, leaving deep ruts on the white road. While waiting for the bus here, I am playing happily, kicking the snow, running in the snow with other children and having a snowball fight. After a while, the bus stopped and I got on the bus and went to school.
In class, I looked out of the window and watched the snowflakes float. I think it's naive and interesting to snow.
Yes, snow is really interesting. The most interesting thing is that when I came out from home and waited for the bus, I happened to play with my children. I was having a snowball fight with a child, and the snow didn't hurt me at all. Snow powder was cold when it fell into my neck. I beat the boy running in the snow, so I chased him and finally caught up with him. We all rolled into the snow. Haha, it's really enjoyable!
I really like snowy days. Who doesn't love snow?
Reading Tip: This is a composition for pupils to use flashback and supplementary narration. What we call a notebook composition is generally written in chronological order, that is, from the beginning to the end in chronological order.
However, this straightforward article gives people a dull feeling to read. The structure of the article is not vivid enough, so there are flashbacks, interludes and supplementary narratives. Flashback is to write the result or the most wonderful scene at the beginning, and then flashback to the previous event process; Supplementary narrative is to write out the details of the key points and key parts of the matter after the process and result of the matter have been written or even ended, and then end it. Flashback, interpolation and supplementary narration can make the composition unique in structure, ups and downs and improve readability. But it is difficult to write a composition like this, which will give people a messy feeling. The key is the transition of the article.
65438+1October 1 1, we had a heavy snow here. I instruct students to write about fun in the snow through flashbacks and supplementary narratives. This article is a small test.