It's snowing.
Looking at the heavy snow flying all over the sky, my heart is pounding and my memories are rolling.
It must have snowed so much that day. I vaguely remember that the world is white, there is no other color, only white, and sadness has swept everyone. I like snow, like its purity, like to indulge myself in the snow-white world, and let the flawless "darling" wash away my stubborn heart. Although the color of the world is so monotonous at this time, I am full of joy. But I don't understand, I can't understand, why did God take away my warm and kind old man at this moment? On that day, watching the gray and cold snowflakes fall, there was no joy of the past, but endless sadness and infinite hesitation. Dressed in white, stepping on the snow, chasing the sublimation of the snow soul. Snowflakes fell on the white clothes, instantly faded her color and dispelled her coldness, leaving only a trace of melancholy and painful ice. ...
The snow has been falling, but the familiar weak back has become a memory. I don't know when she came into my life and gave me infinite tenderness and warmth. Maybe it was when he taught me to write names; Maybe it's time for her to sew me a mat for love; Perhaps it was her meticulous care for me that made me attached to her kindness. In a word, everything makes me like this hardworking and kind old man. When I was addicted to this concern, I didn't know her at all. I don't know what kind of life situation he has, and I don't know how harsh fate has treated him. I only know that she is an optimistic and enterprising old man. I didn't really know her until the end. I don't know what language to use to describe a person's life, nor what language to describe his fate and mood. I just suddenly feel so sad, and fate is so unfair. People say that God is fair. Perhaps this tortuous fate is a foregone conclusion, but God may give you a reason to be happy and a reason to support you. Did you find the reason?
The wind scattered the snowflakes and dyed our hair white. I miss you so much. Are you well now? Now goodbye to the snow, and then enjoy the snow, no longer like the previous state of mind, why can't I restrain my thoughts? Today is a snowy day, so where can we find traces of our old friends? Walking in the snow in Xun Mei seems to be a miserable place. Unconsciously, tears have burst its banks. People say that a kind person will become the brightest star in the sky when he is out of the body. Now, I have no mood to enjoy the snow scene, because she brings ice cubes that stimulate the soul. I began to look up at the starry sky, looking for the brightest star.
Looking up at the sky often, I just want to ask: Grandma, is everything all right?
Snowing Composition 2 Snowflakes, falling and swirling, occupy the whole sky.
"A timely help! It's snowing! " The children exulted in the snow, and the ground was covered with a layer of snow as white as jade. At this time, they stepped on a few dirty footprints and became "terrible".
I can't help sighing for it. I watched these pure and lively snowflakes fall to the ground one by one and be defiled one by one. My heart trembled for it, so a burst of sadness hit my heart. I think of a sentence in Lin Daiyu's "Burial among Flowers", which says "pure and clean". Lin Daiyu buried flowers to keep them pure, and the flowers were "clean". In the face of this flying snowflake, what can I do now?
I stood in the snow, afraid to move. Just when I was helpless, this naughty elf covered my whole body. I stretched out my hands to catch some falling snowflakes, and before I could see them clearly, its "petals" had turned into clear water drops-how much can I catch with my two hands alone? I can't help crying silently when I think that this pure jade snowflake will fall to the ground and be ruthlessly polluted by the soil, and I can't "clean up". Bite directly and be negative. )
The next morning, I got up early and was anxious to know what it would be like after a night of snow. When I stood on the balcony and opened the window, the breathtaking snow scene stunned me: it was so beautiful, the earth was silvery white, like a white carpet. In the park in the distance, the original bare branches were covered with snowflakes, which reminded me of the famous poem "Like the strong wind in spring, it blew away the petals of ten thousand pear trees at night". From a distance, it really smells of spring. A few sparrows jumped from branch to branch, making the branches scattered on the ground like snowflakes. Don't mistake spring for it.
My eyes turned to the fields that were originally covered with green wheat seedlings in the distance, and I remembered the famous agricultural proverb "Wheat is covered with three layers in winter, and steamed bread sleeps next year". I thought of the bumper harvest in the second year and the comfortable smile of the farmer's uncle. At the same time, that famous song rang in my ear: "You decorate the silver world with a body as white as jade;" You are the sister of Chunyu, nourishing the wheat seedlings in winter and the flowers and plants in spring ... "Harpoon hail is getting stronger and stronger. Yes! Your body is as white as jade, but regardless of your pure body, you threw yourself into the arms of Mother Earth without hesitation, in order to give the hope of a bumper harvest to the farmer's uncle. Doesn't this selfless and fearless dedication mean that you have a more pure and beautiful heart? In your body, the beauty of appearance and the beauty of mind are highly unified. Aren't you the embodiment of beauty?
I will praise you loudly, and I will pay you the highest respect.
It snows again. What a heavy snow!
The ground, cars and trees are all wrapped in thick silver, and they are all bulging white when you look around. I eagerly ran downstairs and rushed into the white ocean.
Excited, I grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed it skillfully. The soft snow squeaked in my hand and soon became a ball. Looking at the snowball in my hand, I froze, and I couldn't help thinking of that snowy weekend a few years ago, that warm smile.
I still remember that snowy day. I was attracted by a few screams of joy. I lay prone in front of the window and saw a group of children exulting in the snow through a thin layer of ice flowers. They are having a snowball fight and making a snowman! There is a trace of envy and longing on his face. Dad saw it and encouraged me to play with them.
I went out thoughtfully, and the goose feather and snow got into my collar along the cold wind. I got a cold war, and I watched them slowly approaching happily in the yard from a distance. ...
I just transferred to another school and moved to live near here. I don't have many familiar friends. I also want to join them and go crazy with them. However, I stood near them, but no one found me. I didn't even have the courage to say hello to them. I just stood by silently, silently watching their every move, watching them roll the snowball bigger and bigger, and roll it into a snowman's big belly; Look, the snowman has two small hands, a pair of eyes and a big nose made of carrots. Look at the snowman and smile. ...
I was so focused and eager that I didn't respond when he called me. When his voice came into my mind again, I came to my senses. "You don't play? Join us! " In an instant, a warm current hit the softest corner of my heart. I turned my head along the sound and saw him. The big blue down jacket makes him thinner, with a red nose under a thick wool hat and, most especially, a warm and shallow smile. "ah? Oh! " I quickly promised, and he pulled me up and ran quickly to the noisy partner. ...
Since then, he has become my best friend. His cheerful personality has influenced me and made me more and more lively and confident.
Suddenly, a naughty snowflake fell into my collar, cold and cold, but I didn't feel cold. Looking at the hazy snow, I feel full of warm interest.
I suddenly understand that the colder the weather, the more I can appreciate the value of warmth. In fact, as long as the heart is warm, you will feel that every snowflake is full of warmth and hope.
Four crystal snowflakes, composed of snowflakes, fell down in succession, and the air was filled with the smell of fresh snow. ...
The smell of snow is pleasant.
I didn't encounter several vigorous snowfalls when I was a child. I just stood alone in front of the door, staring at the goose feather-like snowflake quietly, unable to resist the call of snow and ice, and went out. In the world of white clothes, it's very interesting to lightly swipe your fingertips across the snow-covered car door, step on the snow with one foot firmly, or happily pick up a mass of snow from the ground and hit everyone. On a rare snowy day, I always wander in the world of carved fences and jade. My body is covered with cotton and snow, but I feel that my conscious novelty spreads and fills every cell.
When I was a child, the taste of snow was childlike innocence and joy. Savor it, sweet. Real, refreshing.
Ten years later, it snowed outside the window for a long time. how much is it? I just don't care. In the cold noon, I curled up at my desk, shaking my pen trembling, and the other one was still rubbing against it to keep warm. Unexpectedly, the radio in the classroom rang, and the news that classes will be suspended tomorrow spread. The teaching building is boiling. I put down my pen and stared at the falling snowflakes in the distance. In the air, there is a taste of deja vu, sweet and happy.
The smell of snow, that moment is release and joy. Savor it carefully, slightly sweet, nothingness, and disagree.
Is this still the happy childhood?
No, it's not. Gone forever. The smell of snow is the joy released from heavy study. The truly happy smell of snow in childhood has become a beautiful memory and vanished. I can never go back to that beautiful and childlike time, and I can never taste that real and unrestrained taste.
Snow, year after year, more or less, I think, I have reached the crossroads of life, the taste of snow, year after year, more and more weak, more and more bitter. I can't turn the corner to savor, I can't just seek the taste of joy, life is long, and there may be snow ahead. Perhaps, I can only face it alone and fight alone. I know the snow there tastes bittersweet and has everything, but I understand better:
We are all growing up, so we should learn to taste the new flavor that is constantly enriched in life, without indulgence, exclusion or fear.
Inadvertently, snowflakes have floated out of the window, and the late snowflakes are dense, and then they quickly fall to the ground in the gloomy sky, crossing countless arcs and dancing with the wind, just like catkins falling from the sky, filling the sky for a time.
Snowflakes are floating quietly, sitting in the classroom, I seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, to a crystal clear fairy tale world. Looking at the snow, I thought: What beautiful snow it is! Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying, becoming pure and perfect, caught by this small but glittering snow?
The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow are enough to give people a cool and sunny comfort.
Looking at the snow outside the window, it cuts deeply, sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes hidden and sometimes present. Isn't this our inextricably linked feelings? But it is as rough as the sea, sweeping across my face mercilessly. I thought: Snow, you can drown everything! But when you are calm, that clever look is enough to give people a kind of warmth, a kind of pity, and people have to be moved ...
There are countless hexagonal fairies like flowers and butterflies everywhere on campus. They moisten things quietly and decorate the campus with slender magic sticks. Naughty fairies are performing a wonderful dance freely, cheerfully and lightly in the air, perhaps because they have stayed in the sky for too long. They seem to release all their energy and render everything. ...
Listen, there is a tinkling sound. Occasionally, a few snowflakes fall on the fence and then on the ground. Like a high jumper, they make some crisp knocking sounds from time to time. It seems that a lively concert is being held on the empty playground. However, the pure snowflakes finally turned into water and clung to the fence. When the wind blew, they tottered and looked unwilling to let go. In the melting snow, a whole new world is faintly reflected.
Until now, the snow is still falling, everything seems transparent, and everything seems to have just been washed. The rhythm makes people look forward to the next snowy day.
I love snow, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although it is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and expectation.
I like snow, shiny snow. I like the feeling that snowflakes suddenly melt in my palm. The beauty of that moment is always unforgettable. Snowflakes are flying in the air. Although they will eventually land, their "life" is short and beautiful.
Chongqing is a hot city in the south, and it won't be particularly cold in winter, even very warm. For northerners, this may be particularly extravagant, but for southerners who don't often snow, I especially miss snow.
Until this year, it hasn't snowed in Chongqing for 10 years, but I always remember the snow ten years ago, an unforgettable snow.
Ten years ago, on the first day of snow, I was very happy because my birthday was coming the next day.
That night, I was too excited to sleep. All I can think about is where to play tomorrow. In this way, I still couldn't sleep until midnight, and suddenly I felt particularly cold, thinking: Why is it so cold tonight? Isn't Chongqing supposed to be very hot? I subconsciously wrapped the quilt and fell asleep unconsciously.
When I woke up the next morning, I stretched myself and habitually opened the curtains. The white scene in front of me instantly froze me: Is it snowing?
This is the first time it snows since I was born. When I was a child, I often heard my mother say that snow was beautiful, so I always looked forward to seeing it with my own eyes, only to see it on TV.
Looking around, the eaves of every household are white, like pieces of white blankets. Thinking of the story of snowball fights on TV, my heart suddenly moved.
Dressed warmly, I invited my parents and some good friends. We came to the sparkling courtyard and left footprints in the snow. Trees are no longer green, but silvery white has a special taste. Flowers are tightly wrapped in snow, and dripping water and snow beads are quiet and beautiful.
Snowflakes floated in the air and fell on our heads, and soon everyone's hair turned white, so laughter accompanied the snowflakes to form a beautiful scenery.
Mom and dad went back after playing for a while, and only a few of our friends were still having snowball fights. Everyone chased each other and threw snowballs at their friends. They had a good time and were very excited. We made a snowman when the snow piled up. I'm too tired to go home.
The next day, the snow gradually melted, but my memory of the snow remained in that whiteness.
Xue gave me a special birthday present. Looking back on the snow ten years ago, I can't forget it.
Once upon a time, there was a shadow in my heart; So this kind of feeling is increasing day by day in this era. It's snowing. This answer made the boy laugh and almost fell on the road. More than half a year has passed since the 600-word composition, and her cool parents took her home. But I never thought you would actually put it into action. I cann't believe you thought of using this "two-way" strategy to realize your dream: divorce me and marry an unmarried girl. The philosopher said, "since what you want to tell me is neither true nor kind, nor important, please stop talking."
At first, there were small snow grains, which fell to the ground and made a rustling sound, like the sound of thousands of spring silkworms eating mulberry leaves. In a short time, the small snow particles turned into small snowflakes and soon became snowflakes. First it was scattered, then clusters, clouds and goose feathers floated down. The wind is flying with snowflakes all over the sky, just like thousands of butterflies walking in the air, falling gently like dandelion seeds with fluff, dancing like catkins, floating in the wind like goose feathers, as light as smoke, as white as silver and as moist as jade. ...
It's snowing heavily, and the sky and the earth are white. Snowflakes covered the high-rise buildings in Shijiazhuang and dyed the streets white. Buildings, roads and branches are covered with thick silvery white winter clothes, and the earth is like a white carpet. When you step on it, everything around you becomes a world of pink jade.
I stood in the snow, enjoying the snowflakes flying all over the sky, like smoke and fog. I especially want to see what snow really looks like. I grabbed some snowflakes with my hand and looked at them carefully. The snow is fine and white as jade. Some are hexagonal crystals, some are irregular flakes, and some are round granular transparent body. ...
I came to the water park. The whole park is wrapped in silver. The big willow trees by the lake are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars, while those pine and cypress trees are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs. Clusters of winter jasmine are covered with thick snow, some like birds and some like trunks. They are lifelike, different in shape and full of weather. How beautiful the scenery in the north is!
We have never seen such heavy snow. I made a snowman in the thick snow and had a snowball fight with the children. Snow brings us happiness.
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 perfect.
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, we lost money if we didn't go out to play once, so we decided to go out to play once, found a flat land on the mountain, and immediately started a wonderful snowball fight. 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 calling each other. 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, there is only one last process left-making the five senses. It's done. At this moment, a lifelike snowman exhibition is in front of us.
After that, 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. Great, and then everyone started 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 expectation.
With the falling snow and cold air, in winter, she sat on the snow-white clouds and quietly floated to the gate of Weifang No.5 Middle School.
Snow Girl followed Winter Girl to the gate. Snow Girl used a magic wand. Suddenly, glittering and translucent snowflakes floated in the air like catkins and slowly fell from the air. ...
At the school gate, the teacher sprinkled a layer of slippery crystal ice in winter, which made the teachers and students slide involuntarily and have fun. Walking into the campus, the teaching building was shivering with cold, and the sewer was frozen with silver bars by the winter girl, which was particularly beautiful and sparkling. The path near the teaching building was also covered with a thin layer of ice by the winter girl, and the small flowers in the flower bed had already returned to the embrace of mother earth to hibernate; The grass is much stronger than the floret, standing upright and receiving the cold bath of the winter girl. Although the upper part of the grass bends down, the lower part is still straight, as if protesting the cold on the back: "I won't be afraid, I can persist!" " Look at Xiao Shu, Xiao Shu's good friend-Ye seems to have quarreled with Xiao Shu and left Xiao Shu. Aunt Dong chased around and fought with the little tree. Only iron railings, although shivering with cold, are still standing guard for flowers and trees to prevent them from being destroyed. Several snow sweepers forgot the trap set by Winter Girl and twisted the disco with brooms and shovels. ...
The winter girl dances heartily in the cold campus, but we can only appreciate her solo dance in thick cotton-padded clothes ... As spring approaches, the winter girl gradually bids farewell to the stage and waits for the arrival of the next winter. Although the girl in winter is not as delicate as the girl in spring, as gorgeous as the girl in summer and as rich as the girl in autumn, her crystal has brought another kind of amorous feelings to the world. Maybe this is why I like the campus where girls dance in winter.
How enchanting and charming the campus is in winter, how full of poetry and painting!
Walking around the campus, I saw that the whole campus has become a world wrapped in silver; The standing teaching building is covered with a white plain clothes; The branches of saplings turned into bloated silver bars; Bright green leaves and red petals are covered with glittering and translucent frost. It's really hard to describe all this in words, which makes me happy and relaxed.
As usual, I ran as fast as I could, and I was restless. I keep looking at my watch and occasionally look at the sky, thinking, damn it, physical education class can't go to school.
When I got to school, I sat down in a hurry and started class. When the teacher gave a happy lecture, the students were absent-minded, and I don't know who shouted: It's snowing! The classroom boiled at once, and my teacher was at a loss. You can watch the snow. The students swarmed and climbed to the window, their faces pressed against the glass and their eyes always turned with the snowflakes. My mood suddenly relaxed.
Snow, snow, come down quickly. A little more. I thought God always enjoyed the snow alone, but refused to enjoy the snow on earth. I didn't expect to be scattered on earth today. Oh, white snowflakes are flying and spinning in the air from time to time, shaking their heads like naughty elves. Hexagonal snowflakes float on the students' heads. Girls are beautiful, boys are handsome, and their noses cheer. It's really interesting. There are more and more white headdresses, the elegant fragrance wafts in, the small hands hold the hair, and the snowflakes pour down, bringing a comfortable coolness to my heart. How interesting it is to hear the slightest noise! Students lit lanterns in their hearts.
With their big mouths open, they, like me, greedily suck the milk in winter, with fragrance in the cold and sweetness in the fragrance, nourishing the whole body.
I don't know since when the snow is getting smaller and smaller, vaguely counted and hard to find, just like a fairy in the sky, casually scattering a few finely divided petals; Slowly, densely, it should be that God and his lover are swimming in the garden, knocking down several pear trees, and finally it snows heavily. It was the couple who waltzed on a whim and rolled up the jade scraps of Qionghua all over the sky.
Snow hangs from the root to the tip of that tree, just like plum blossoms, swaying in the moonlight. Winter is simple, snow is common, they are easy-going and bring joy to people. It doesn't care what role it is given, and it doesn't want anything. It just wants to perform the most vivid and unique plot in its short life.
At this moment, I think of Yanshan snowflakes as big as seats, and pieces of residual snow fall with water bamboo in Xuanyuantai. During the Spring Festival, I stole a foot of snow from the willow tip, came outside the city at night, and drove a charcoal car over the ice.
Snow is the messenger of winter. God sends it to the world, telling people that winter is coming, bringing people fun and performing winter plays. Maybe those ancient poets, like me, also like to enjoy snow.
Snowing composition 1 1 Although it snows in winter in the south, it is not as big as in the north. My city is also in the south, but it seldom snows. As far as I can remember, the last time it snowed was seven years ago, and it never snowed every year after seven years.
"Can snow be mailed?" That's a silly sentence, but it's warm. It was told by a friend of mine in the north. It's January, and there is still no snow, let alone snow, or even rain. I can see the shadow of the sun in recent days, but I still miss the snow.
Although it didn't snow, it changed after a few days and the weather was still very cold. There is a new milk tea shop on the street. I wonder if I want to buy a cup. I ordered a cup of warm milk tea, which was warm in my hand, but not very warm in my heart. After all, it just opened, and the store is a little noisy.
There were so many people that they had to spell the table. There is a handsome boy sitting opposite.
I'm past my self-righteous age, and I've never been shy to look at his face. He looked up at me, and I kept staring at him. He seems a little embarrassed: "What's the matter?" I shook my head and looked back at the road outside the glass door. Cars came and went, and then a cup of milk tea bottomed out.
I drank a little too much, and I'm going to sit down and have a rest before I go. Then my mother called me and asked me to solve dinner by myself. This tea shop seems to have some snacks. Too lazy to move, or I'll come here to solve it. I ordered two octopus balls, a saury and a bowl of car noodles.
The boy opposite has been playing with his mobile phone. It's really boring "Hey …" I called him. He turned off his cell phone, looked at me and said, "Why?" I took out my mobile phone and said, "Add a QQ." He: "No …" I stared at him, and then he stared at me, "Hum, don't refuse me just because you are good-looking." I said.
Even if he doesn't give it to me, I can't help it. Why don't you give it to me and hit him? It seems that he will eat out in the evening, so I invited him to solve it here with me.
Chat happily and then share the delicious food together. There is still a lot of traffic outside the door, and I don't know where to go in a hurry. After dinner, I feel a little tired and want to go for a walk. He went with me. The nearest park is a park. In the evening, many aunts and grandfathers are dancing square dance. The wind outside is so strong that I can hardly stand up. He took off his scarf and tied it on me, saying that he would return it to me tomorrow.
I couldn't wait for him the next day. The winter without snow has passed. I am still sighing, sighing from the warmth of strangers.