Keywords: imitating Zhu Ziqing's second grade primary school
This article is applicable to: the second grade of primary school.
Composition source:
This composition is about 500 words in the second grade of primary school. The topic is: winter-imitating Zhu Ziqing's spring. Welcome to contribute.
winter
At the invitation of the teacher, I imitated Zhu Ziqing's Spring.
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the north wind is coming, and the footsteps of winter are approaching.
Everything seemed to have just fallen asleep, and I closed my eyes vaguely. The mountain is lonely, the water is calm and the sun's face is pale.
The grass withered silently, turned yellow and hardened. In the valley, in the field, you see, a large area is full of yes. Shout, jump, pick up a seed, cross two front bridges, kick some badminton and throw some sandbags. The wind is outrageous and the grass cries.
The lake, the windows and the leaves of holly are covered with ice flowers. You won't let me or I won't let you. Round as candy, sharp as a star, and square as a castle. Ice flowers exude a joyful atmosphere, close your eyes, as if ice flowers brought you into the fairy tale world, reindeer, gifts, Santa Claus! Countless children around the sleigh are laughing and laughing, and lovely gifts are passed around in their hands. Plum blossoms are all over the branches: changeable, naughty, shy and unrestrained, dotted on the branches, like butterflies, smiling faces, singing and dancing.
"Why can't you see spring in the cold winter?" Yes, the wind blows on the face like a knife, mixed with ice and snow, and the fragrance of plum blossoms, all spinning in the extremely dry air. Birds put on fur coats, foraged with friends, and sang loudly on the high branches, fighting against the cold snow. Grandpa's erhu is still ringing under the pine tree.
Snow is the most common. For a day and a night. Don't be upset. Look, it is falling gently like goose feathers, stars and angels. The opposite building is covered with a thin layer, and the tree is wrapped in silver, and the shiny white is as close to your eyes. In the evening, the street lamp lights up, and the dim light sets off a mysterious and wonderful night. In cities, alleys and streets, people driving slowly, children who have left school, wearing hats and masks, and uneven icicles hanging on the snow under people's eaves.
The snow is getting thicker and thicker and there are more people in the park. In urban and rural areas, every household, old and young, came out in twos and threes. Have a snowball fight and make a snowman happily. Children become angels, adults become children. If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Everything will start again, with courage and hope.
Winter is like a budding magician. It is mysterious from head to toe, and it is changing.
Winter is like a serious old man, serious and wandering about thinking.
Winter is like a loving mother, with warm harbor and solid back. She leads us to spring.