Composition describing Ili 1 It is snowy in winter in Ili. Snowflakes flying all over the sky covered the earth and houses with a thick layer of snow.
Sometimes in the morning, it is difficult to open the door of the bungalow. I only heard the squeak of the door panel squeezing the snow, and dozens of centimeters of snow had been piled on the ground. It was really a heavy snow and it was difficult to move. People began to push snow with homemade skis and piled up a high "Snow Mountain" in the yard.
After breakfast, I climbed the ladder, climbed to the roof and began to push the snow. When pushing snow, you should hold the wooden handle of the snowboard tightly with both hands, hold it with your abdomen, and push the snow back and forth along the top of the slightly inclined grass mud board to push the snow into a pile. After a hard beat, I looked under the room and shouted, "Someone didn't, be careful, shovel snow!" " So, condescending, throwing off his arm, throwing the snow on the ground with a shovel and making a "poop-poop" sound.
When the snow falls, the tiny snow dust is constantly blown up by the wind, rushing to the face and getting into the neck. After a while, I was steaming all over and sweat was beaded on my forehead. So, take off your cotton coat, cotton cap and gloves and keep working hard. Really tired, put down the shovel, put on the cotton-padded clothes, bathed in the bright sunshine, gulped in the cool and clean fresh air, looked up and enjoyed the white and shiny world wrapped in silver, and felt open-minded and relaxed, not to mention how happy and energetic!
In Yili, every winter, as long as it snows heavily, every household has to go home to sweep the snow. Because if the snow on the roof is not pushed down in time, it will accumulate thicker and thicker, and the roof can't bear the weight. Some old houses will collapse even if they leak when they melt snow in spring.
Now, I have been in Urumqi for more than ten years, and my family has moved into the building, so I don't have to worry about pushing snow on the house anymore. However, people are inert. Living conditions have improved, but people have become lazy.
Whenever I think of the winter snow in Yili, I will "enjoy" it again. The fresh air after the snow is refreshing. When sweeping the snow, the whole body is slightly hot, relaxing muscles and activating blood, making people forget their troubles. Winter snow, people are close to you. We can touch Mother Nature's body and feel her body temperature.
I was born in the beautiful Ili, where the scenery is beautiful and picturesque. I like Yili.
There are many interesting places, such as the beautiful and magical Sailimu Lake, the beautiful fruit ditch, the eternal Populus euphratica forest, the magical general mansion, the Bagua City and the endless prairie. The beautiful Ili River flows quietly from there. Mongolian yurts are scattered on the grassland, and flocks of cattle and sheep graze leisurely on the grass. In the virgin forest of the valley, there are all kinds of tall trees. The little squirrel is jumping happily in the tree. When you approached it, it turned and ran away, sitting there watching you from a distance. Very interesting.
In summer, the sky is warm and the green land is dotted with all kinds of bright flowers. Golden rape flowers and purple-blue lavender flowers are endless, undulating with the wind, just like a sea of flowers, and faint flowers can be smelled everywhere. When autumn comes, it has become the hometown of fruits and vegetables. Apples are ripe, grapes are ripe, and farmers' uncles are busy harvesting autumn fruits. Winter came, and the heavy snow covered the earth with a thick quilt, and it was white everywhere. The children are busy having snowball fights and making snowmen, which is very interesting. There are also mutton skewers, pilaf, noodles, barbecues, buns and other snacks with various flavors. Warm and hospitable minority children welcome everyone to visit.
"I don't know the size of China until Xinjiang, and I don't know the beauty of Xinjiang until Yili." I love the great motherland and I love the beautiful Ili.
Composition 3 Description of Ili This summer vacation, I went to Ili Kazakh Autonomous Prefecture and visited Bourgeois County, xinyuan county County and Gong Liu County.
In Chaxian, I caught a lot of fish and had Xibo breakfast. It's delicious. Xibo pie is my favorite.
In xinyuan county, I happened to take a fancy to Xinyuan's good voice, but they all sang' not so good'. Although Xinyuan is a small county, there are several squares there, all of which are very big, and there are dance competitions, which are very beautiful.
However, the road in Gong Liu County is not easy, but the scenery there is beautiful, with oil sunflower, rice fields and hillsides. ......
Ili is so beautiful, I have a good time here!
Forty-eight years ago, I walked wearily for a day in the deep mountains of Yili, and I lost my way. I found the channel of Ashe River along the stream flowing down the mountain. This river is a highway, and further south, you can reach a Kazakh village, where there is a pump house I want to visit. I didn't reach my destination until dark, and my unknown master was already waiting by the river.
Because it is summer, there will be poisonous snakes in the grass. When I set out in the morning, my Kazakh friends asked me to put on a pair of rain boots-snake teeth can't wear these rubber shoes. It soon became cold on the mountain after the sun went down. Suddenly feel fear on the empty and undulating mountain grassland. I didn't know if I would meet a wolf, so I picked up a birch branch in the woodland along the way to defend myself. Dozens of people, in order to give themselves courage, waved birch sticks from time to time, as if they had returned to imagining themselves as a brave soldier.
As the dusk grew thicker and the cold became heavier, I met a jeep, and the driver told me that I was going the wrong way. Because of the different directions, the driver suggested that I get in his car and stay in the mining area two hours away. There is a guest house there, and he can take me to my destination the next day. Another plan is to send me back to the wrong fork in the road, go down the mountain, find the stream, and then find the way along the stream, so it won't be too far from my destination.
After a long time, I recalled that walk, and I still won't forget the joy when I found the stream descending the mountain in anxiety and fatigue. Actually, I heard it before I saw it. At that time, I felt how accurate the "gurgling sound of water" was. This simple perception of words dispelled my fatigue, calmed my mood and supported me to walk down the hill.
In the chill before dark, in the vast grass, the stream still shines with some ghosting, and soon, the mountains are covered with dark clouds, indicating that there will be no starlight and the moon this night. It may rain at night in this rainy season with changeable weather. The excitement of finding the stream also includes seeing the pipeline extending down the mountain by the stream, which looks very new-it seems to tell me that I think too much, and this is also the place where people often work: I washed my face with the stream and felt "nothing to be afraid of", and I ran down the mountain shouting. All kinds of distractions in my mind remind me strangely of Lu who rolled down the mountain with his head in his arms.
Writing here, the sound of the stream echoed in my ears.