A diary describing the snow scene in grade five, 500 words.
Winter is coming, and I love the snow scene in my hometown. My hometown is in Shandong, where winter is beautiful! When it comes to winter in my hometown, the children there stop their paper and pens and run out to enjoy the beautiful snow scene. Some of them have snowball fights, some make snowmen, and some stand on their own steps to enjoy the beautiful snow scene every year.
My brother also stood on the steps, enjoying the fairy-tale snow scene, especially me, completely intoxicated: at first glance, it was all white. Houses, trees and the ground are covered with thick snow, and several children are playing in the snow. My brother gave me a push and said, "Brother, let's make a snowman!" " "I said happily," yes, yes! "
Walking down the steps, we first send snow with a shovel, then pat it like a hill, flatten it, make it into a big ball, put it on it with a shovel, and then go home and take two gobang spots as the eyes of the snowman, a carrot as the nose, a small bucket as the hat and a rope as the mouth. In this way, a lovely snowman was made.
At this time, snowflakes like goose feathers fell from the sky. I reached out my ruddy hand and caught some snowflakes. I hold them in my hand. They are soft, cool and comfortable like cotton.
I went back to my balcony and looked down. Snowflakes flying all over the sky, like white angels, fell from the sky, on trees, on the roof and on our snowman's hat. It brings us hope and harvest ... In this dreamlike fairyland, I can't help but think of the poem of the great poet Cen Can, "Night comes like a spring breeze, blowing a million pears".
Ah, this is the snow scene in my hometown. The snow scene in my hometown is really beautiful!
The second chapter describes the snow scene in the fifth grade diary with 500 words.
A few days ago, we had the first snow in winter. The sudden arrival of this snow caught people off guard because it hasn't snowed for two or three months. People on the road were still joking when snowflakes flew towards them. There are students; There are workers; There are old people ... the students rushed home with schoolbags on their heads, the workers covered their heads with clothes and hurried back to the factory, while the old people walked unhurriedly under the eaves to avoid the snow ... I silently watched the sudden heavy snow at home. I looked at every crystal clear hexagonal snowflake and was very happy, because it finally snowed this year. Snow grains are sifted out of the air like flour. On a sunny day, there is a sudden whirlwind, and the snow particles will fly vigorously and shine in the sun. It's snowing even harder. Snowflakes blown by the wind, like endless white waterfalls, fall on the earth. The snow fell on the ground, on the roof, on the trees ... Snowflakes fell on the ground, as if giving people large areas of cotton; Snow fell on the big tree, as if to build a big quilt for the house; Snow falls on the tree, as if to put a silver necklace on the tree; Snowflakes are falling ... I also see many children having snowball fights, playing snowmobiles and making snowmen in the snow. They were all very happy, with bright smiles on their faces. I opened the window and put my hand out of the window, trying to touch the snowflake with my own hand, but it was like a shy little girl, and the snow melted before I saw its beauty. Unconsciously, in the evening, I was reluctant to go back to my house to play. The snow this afternoon is so beautiful.
The third article describes the snow scene in the diary of grade five in 500 words.
"It's snowing, it's snowing, come out to play, I'll play, ah ..." In a burst of cheers, the oilfield ushered in a long-lost snow. Crystal snowflakes, like machine guns, fluttered about. In a short time, the earth put on a white cotton-padded coat, and the roof was covered with a white quilt, and the oil field became a fairyland on earth. People's feet creak when they step on the snow. Touch the snow with your hands. It's cold, cold and cold.
This white world attracted groups of children to rush out of the house, only to see them in twos and threes, making snowmen and having snowball fights. White fat snowballs are flying all over the sky, and the snowman is "laughing" at the people on the ground, as if to say, "Snow is a good sign." "I am no exception. My good friend Yan and I are also at war. I cleverly avoided his two snowballs, and I was very proud. During this period, his third snowball came at me head-on, but I was unaware of it. The snowball hit me on the back, and I was completely angered. I quickly made ten snowballs and threw them at each other. Not to be outdone, he also threw it at me. Slowly, our snowballs disappeared. I thought I won and ran to him. Who knows, my foot slipped and fell, and it hurt like hell. So he spared his life, and he took this opportunity to make several snowballs and hit me, all of which were hit. It's really "falling to pieces". We play happily together.
Happy time is spent in the beautiful snow scene. Xue Rui heralds a bumper harvest in the coming year. I seem to see the bumper crops and the happy smiling faces of farmers' uncles. May it snow like this every year.
Article 4 A diary describing the snow scene in grade five, 500 words.
On the sixth morning, when I was still in bed, I heard my mother shout, "Lele, get up quickly, it's snowing!" " ""what, mom, you said it was snowing? "I don't believe what my mother said. I quickly put on my pajamas and ran to the window sill to open the curtains and look out. Wow! It really snows. What a beautiful white world outside! The snow is still falling, and the snowflakes are spinning, just like beautiful butterflies flying in the air! I reached out to touch the lovely little snowflake. It melted as soon as it fell on my hand. I reached out to pick it up, and it fell on my hand and melted. How interesting it is that the snow falls on the roof and the house becomes a white ice sculpture; Snow fell on the tree, and the tree became a girl in white gauze; Snow fell on the ground, like covering it with a thick quilt. Looking into the distance, the roof, trees and the earth are all white, a world wrapped in silver! Such a beautiful scenery reminds me of a poem, which is "like the spring wind, it comes at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees."
Looking at the beautiful world outside, I thought to myself, when will it stop? When the snow stops, we can have a snowball fight and make a snowman. After a while, the snow finally stopped. I can't wait to blend into the silver world. Action is better than action. I walked on the snow, and my feet made a clear sound, like wonderful music. In a short time, all the children in the community ran out, some were making snowmen with their parents, some were having a snowball fight, and some were shaking branches under the tree to watch the snowflakes falling, having fun.
The fifth grade diary describing the snow scene, 500 words.
Autumn girl has just left with a car full of ginkgo leaves, and winter girl is wearing a beautiful white gauze skirt and coming with her snowy hair and exquisite snowflakes. This is the first snow this winter. I sat by the window and observed the snow spinning in mid-air, falling like a dance and falling to the ground. The snow is white and incomparable. A white scene, like a thick quilt for mother earth: wrapped in silver, spectacular! When I came outside to see the snow, it seemed to be an elegant and quiet realm, and I came to a crystal clear fairy tale world. Snow, petite and soft, crystal clear, light as smoke, white as silver, moist as jade, graceful as a fairy, light and fine fluff, pure butterflies dancing.
The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and I saw a piece of silver, as if the whole world was wrapped in silver. After the snow, the world decorated with continuous snow looks like a crystal palace made of powder and jade, white and flawless.
"Let's make a snowman together!" A friend said. "yes! I said. " We started snowballing. After a while, we rolled out two big snowballs, then put a smaller ball on the bigger snowball together, and finally added nose, mouth and eyes to it. Yes, we can't forget two hands! Made by a living snowman! It was a dwarf with a bulging belly, sparkling grape eyes and some crystal dew on it, holding two broom hands vividly, as if telling a fairy tale in winter ... We jumped up in front of it happily.
I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Although it is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.