The first article: Xue's composition, about 400 words. Snow is coming! It is as light as dandelion, resting on people's arms and thick cotton-padded clothes. These snowflakes don't live long. After falling, they disappeared as magically as magicians do magic. The messenger of snow likes silence. No matter how hard it rains, it always follows the orders of nature and falls quietly and gently on the snow. It is like an elf sent by the sky, bringing beauty and joy to the world. I looked up at the sky. A few snowflakes slid across my lips, making me feel cold.
I looked into the distance; Maybe it is really cold in winter! Even the earth is covered with thick duvets, and the snow gives the tree a set of white clothes in return for its hard work for three seasons. Not far away, several children as pure as snow are playing with snow. They held the crystal snowflakes in their hands and scattered them into the sky. "Look, the goddess is scattered!" I carefully observed the snowflakes on the ground with a magnifying glass. It is so delicate, like a work of art that only a famous sculptor can complete; But it is so beautiful under the skillful hands of nature, and the patterns are as detailed as embroidery.
Walking in the snow, you will feel the purity and tranquility you have never felt before, which is incomparable to other things. God seems to be in the middle of the night, ordering his men to paint the whole world with white feathers. Even the "beep, beep" sound of the car has become a winter sonata.
Snow is a symbol of winter, a gift from the sky and people's joy.
Chapter 2: About 400 words in the snow When the grass that had slept for a winter poked its first bud out of the ground and brought vitality to the life buried underground, it never occurred to me that a heavy snow would come without warning.
The campus after the snow is beautiful and full of joy. The trees on the playground and the basketball stands on both sides are all wrapped in silver. The ground of the playground is like a huge white soft big bed paved with heavy snow. I really want to sleep comfortably on it!
The teacher prepared a big surprise for us this time-taking us to the playground to play with snow. The students all ran to the playground as happy as gazelles, for fear that they could not play with the snow. But the teacher spoke again: "Now let's clean up the snow first, and then play, shall we?" ? After listening to these words, without saying anything, we started to remove snow with a snow shovel. I shoveled the snow into the snowdrift. Wow! How heavy! It was covered with snow, but with the help of xx, I successfully razed this snowdrift again and again. Afterwards, we saw that others were not finished, so we went to help until the snowdrift was completely leveled.
Finally, the teacher said, "Let's all play with the snow!" " ! Hearing this, the students put down their tools and went to play. Male students attacked each other with "ice cream", and the playground was deafening. Female students are making a snowman. They rolled two snowballs of different sizes, put on black eyes and red noses, and several chubby snowmen were born!
Thank you, Xue! You bring beauty and joy to our campus!
Chapter 3: Snowflake composition of about 400 words, featuring snowflakes flying one by one. Snowflakes are flying outside the window, like thousands of butterflies pouncing on the window glass, hitting the glass playfully and flying to one side.
Sleepy, I climbed out of bed with tenacious perseverance. Because the water was really cold, I finished washing it soon. Tidy up the house and I walked out of the dormitory. It's really cold. I really want to rush to the canteen to have a hot breakfast, but I can't help but stop at the door of the dormitory.
There is a bright light above the dormitory. I looked up. Snowflakes are beautiful in the light. Like catkins, like reeds, like dandelions flying in the air. Clouds and clusters of snowflakes fly down, like countless torn cotton balls falling from the sky.
Pieces of small snowflakes are as light as smoke, as pure as jade, as white as silver, fluttering leisurely, falling from the sky and kissing the earth after a long separation. 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! I watched the snowflake forget the time and sacrificed breakfast.
It's still snowing, and it hasn't stopped. It worked hard to knit a new dress for teachers' cars, like a tulle dress; Made an ornament for the flowers and plants on the lawn.
I like snowflakes, like its glittering and translucent, like its whiteness.
It's still snowing, and it's a little cold. Snow didn't come to accompany me last winter. Has it come to apologize this winter?
Chapter four: Choose a composition about 400 words about snow scenery. In the morning, I got up dimly, feeling a biting cold and trembling slightly. I habitually looked out of the window and found it was white outside, thinking: Is it snowing? With a lot of questions, I went to the window and found it was white outside. I opened the window in desperation.
As soon as the window opened, a cold wind blew in, and I couldn't help shivering. Looking at the snowy scene outside the window, I can't help shouting in my heart: it's snowing, it's snowing.
After breakfast, I rushed out in despair. Wow, there is still a lot of snow. Walking in the snow will leave footprints. I walked to Yan Di Square and saw many children chasing and fighting in the snow along the way. Some made snowmen in the street, and some were in …
I looked into the middle of the road and found many people doing something in the middle of the road. I walked slowly and found many people shoveling snow in the middle of the road. Some people wear police uniforms, some people wear casual clothes, some are men and some are women. Their hands were red with cold, and they shoveled snow hard.
I looked at an elderly uncle. He wore a hat and scarf and shoveled with all his strength. Every time I shovel, I gasp, and my fingers are as cold as ten big radishes.
Snowflakes are falling in the sky again. Although it is snowing, those shovelers don't want to go home. They are still working and busy in the snow.
I looked at the time. I was just about to go home. I watched it for a while and then walked home. On my way home, I stopped enjoying the snow scene, but I thought of those who volunteered to work. Without them, there would be more traffic accidents in this city. Their excellent qualities are worth learning from each of us.
There is a light snow outside the window, and a cold wind blows. Those who volunteer to work, for people's safety, are still shoveling thick snow outside.
On Friday, it rained lightly all day, saying it didn't rain. Rain freezes in the sky and falls one by one. After school, snowflakes float in the sky.
When I got home, the road was white. There is not much snow, and there is no whistling north wind. It rains very slowly. Snow floats on the face, cool and comfortable. Pedestrians on the road are rushing home with the first snow this year. No one wants to stay outside, only our children are particularly excited.
After dinner, I had a snowball fight with my friends. I took a snowball and threw it at xx. He quickly hid in the past, and xx made a "sneak attack" and hit me. I hit xx with a snowball, xx dodged to hit xx, and xx picked up the snowball and hit xx. Xx hits xx but hits xx. In this way, we began to "scuffle" and Xx accidentally hit a car running on the road. I don't know who said, "Stop hitting people and smashing cars!" A prank? "We said with one voice," good. "We saw a car hit a car. Xx smashed a taxi, and the driver ran away with the siren pressed on xx.
I like snow, and I prefer the first snow!
Article 6: It's snowing!
I looked out of the window and it was really good. The little snowflake is falling slowly, and my heart can't help but give birth to joy. I hope it can bring us a real heavy snow. After a while, the city was gently covered with this gentle snowflake. Every snowflake gently spirals and falls, becoming a part of a layer of snow on the earth, and every snowflake merges into a beautiful landscape, making the earth white.
Before the snow stopped, the children couldn't help coming out to play and have snowball fights. Although it was still snowing, they had a good time despite their parents' objections. Snow lets us roll them into fluffy snowballs and then throw them at each other. Although his body was smashed everywhere, they never complained. Give us joy is its joy. It gives us the warmth of the heart with its unique language. Snow is a good sign for a good year, and it should be a good sign for a year on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month. Snowflakes fall slowly, accompanied by firecrackers, giving people joy. I like to watch the snow quietly and watch it fall quietly.
There will be a feeling of peace and happiness in my heart. I am very happy to see a group of children having a snowball fight and dodging on the road. The pure snow on the ground bathed in sunshine and enjoyed the last moment of joy. Are they crying for dying lives? No, they are laughing and proud. They finished their task and spread the joy to the world. Dedicated his life and played his strengths. They are great and selfless.
We should learn from their greatness and selflessness!
Chapter 7: A composition about 400 words "Snow". Sister, look, it's another winter. It's really beautiful. Do you remember our agreement?
I remember one winter, when we were sitting on the windowsill, you told me that you like winter and you belong to winter. I smiled. Although I like winter, I have never heard anyone say that they belong to winter. I was about to say it, but when I saw your expression, I was confused and cynical, so I closed my mouth. We are just sitting here. After a long time, you said, maybe you are wrong, but that's your intuition. I smiled and said half jokingly, maybe you belong to the spirit of winter. You said, if you are an elf, then I am the one you want to protect, and you have to protect me for a lifetime so that I won't be hurt. You looked so serious that I ran away. Turning the corner, I turned around and your long hair floated away. You always say that my hair is long and beautiful, and you always envy my hair. I didn't find your hair beautiful until that day.
I want to be better for your expectations. Finally, I began to get tired of this life. When I looked back, I found that you had disappeared, disappeared in my world, and my heart was cold.
Sister, I finally know why you say you belong to winter. Like snowflakes in winter, you disappear in an instant and disappear in my world.
It's another winter, and I'm looking forward to your arrival on earth in one night, just like the legendary elf, fulfilling her promise.
Waiting for you in winter.