The day before yesterday, the city ordered all kinds of advertisements and leaflets. Posted in any corner should be cleaned up. To this end, all the cleaners in the city have been dispatched and started to clean this beautiful city comprehensively.
I watched snowflakes flying all over the sky and a bunch of busy cleaners.
Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite, and an old woman cleaner was tearing them carefully. Those papers seem difficult to tear. The cleaning lady brushes them with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tears them with her hands.
I think her hands must be cold, but she is not afraid of cold, and there is a fire in her heart. She was very serious and cleaned several sheets of paper in succession. She went to another house. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified. I saw her body getting closer to the wall again. Then I saw her shake her head slightly.
What happened? What happened? I want to know.
I saw that she looked intently for a while, and then slowly left the paper without cleaning it. Why not clear it? Did she forget the city rules? A series of questions came to my mind.
Well, then, I think I'll take a look. I was just about to start when I saw another thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. Her behavior is exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: raising her right hand and freezing in the air; Shake your head slightly; Keep your eyes on it for a while and leave slowly.
I was more puzzled and decided to have a look. Cross the road and come to the front of that wall. What caught my attention was the search for you. It says: Zhao Jie, female, 14 years old. ...
I finally understood everything after the doubts were solved. Snowflakes are still flying like goose feathers, but I no longer feel cold. ...
The composition "Winter Morning" is beautiful in winter morning. Look if you don't believe me-every morning I open the door and go out, and the biting cold wind comes at me from time to time.
Occasionally, naughty little snowflakes fall like dancing.
Hexagonal snowflakes are varied: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like pieces of paper ... they are beautiful.
Fall to the ground, as if to spread a thick blanket on the ground; Falling on a tree, like wearing silver; It landed in the car like a fresh cream cake.
This beautiful snow scene makes people immerse themselves in fresh air.
Everything is wrapped in silver and beautiful.
However, what makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the ice flowers on the window, some of which are like forests and full of mystery; Some are like streams, as if flowing quietly; Some are like Santa Claus, as if to give gifts to people ... Miss Winter is really ingenious! The club is crowded and very lively.
People are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, like cotton bags.
They do morning exercises with beautiful music.
There is a thick layer of ice on the artificial lake, and some naughty little students are frolicking on the lake, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time.
... in winter, the weather is very cold.
To tell the truth, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I have a strange feeling.
Ah, I love winter, because, in winter, "the wind knows the grass", I love its character.
The composition "Winter Morning" was written in the early morning. I was walking in the street and felt very cold.
The day before yesterday, the city ordered all kinds of advertisements and leaflets. Posted in any corner should be cleaned up.
To this end, all the cleaners in the city have been dispatched and started to clean this beautiful city comprehensively.
I watched snowflakes flying all over the sky and a bunch of busy cleaners.
Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite, and an old woman cleaner was tearing them carefully.
Those papers seem difficult to tear. The cleaning lady brushes them with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tears them with her hands.
I think her hands must be cold, but she is not afraid of cold, and there is a fire in her heart.
She was very serious and cleaned several sheets of paper in succession.
She went to another house.
However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified.
I saw her body getting closer to the wall again.
Then I saw her shake her head slightly.
What happened? What happened? I want to know.
I saw that she looked intently for a while, and then slowly left the paper without cleaning it.
Why not clear it? Did she forget the city rules? A series of questions came to my mind.
Well, then, I think I'll take a look.
I was just about to start when I saw another thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office.
Her behavior is exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: raising her right hand and freezing in the air; Shake your head slightly; Keep your eyes on it for a while and leave slowly.
I was more puzzled and decided to have a look.
Cross the road and come to the front of that wall.
What caught my attention was the search for you.
It says: Zhao Jie, female, 14 years old ... Once the doubts were solved, I finally understood everything.
Snowflakes are still flying like goose feathers, but I no longer feel cold. ...
In the winter morning, the world seems to be covered with a veil, and the distant mountains and villages are looming in the fog, just like the fairyland mentioned in The Journey to the West.
The grass by the roadside, the wheat seedlings in the field and the vegetable leaves are all covered with dew, which shines in the sun like dew everywhere.
It is as big as a pond, and the rising heat floats on the surface, which makes you enter a mysterious realm.
The leaves in front of and behind the house are gone, and the bare branches are covered with frost, which breaks through the cold night first and brings spring to everyone.
Gently carrying the thick fog adds a touch of sharp color to the cold morning.
The cleaners waved brooms and concentrated on cleaning the road despite the cold.
They are real environmental beauticians, holding huge brushes and depicting a good working environment and a clean and hygienic environment for people.
Pupils came skipping from the morning fog with their schoolbags on their backs, singing sweet songs. The campus that had slept all night quickly recovered its vitality yesterday.
The weather-beaten flowers will bloom more brilliantly.
Although the winter morning is confused, after all, she broke through the darkness of the cold night and brought dawn to everyone; Although the winter morning is very cold, she is full of vitality. As soon as the vernal equinox blows, she brings beauty to the world.
...
Morning composition on campus in winter On the morning of our campus in winter, under the urging of * * * and the crying of the teacher, we finally climbed out of the warm bed.
Winter mornings are always so gloomy, always so cold, always so cold, unforgettable! Walking on campus in the morning, the cold wind whizzed past my ears and hit my face, which made me unable to open my eyes.
I walked in front of the only building. The fragile young trees were blown to the east by the strong wind, and they could not stand the falling of the young trees and even the leaves. The tenacious trees are still persevering in the biting cold wind, the grass is tilted with the wind, and the pool water ripples from time to time! Unforgettable, I put my hands in my warm pockets, stood in the wind, breathed the fresh air in the morning and looked at the beautiful winter morning in this campus.
I looked at the school gate, and many day students pushed their bicycles up the stairs step by step. Maybe their parents are too afraid of their cold. They dress like cotton balls.
It may be very late. I ran towards the only building. Suddenly, my two feet started fighting, and one foot stepped on the shoelace of a shoe. My body didn't listen and I fell. Fortunately, it was in the grass, otherwise I might fall heavily.
Suddenly, my hand seemed to touch something, covered in hair, and I went to get it back.
I looked intently, and it turned out that on this cold morning, there was a frozen kitten, huddled up like a meatball and trembling all over.
Suddenly I feel sorry for this kitten. Maybe his mother doesn't want it, or maybe his mother is looking everywhere.
An idea suddenly occurred to me. I think: Let's put it in a warmer place.
I grabbed the kitten and was about to take it away.
Another thought came into my mind, and I thought: it's none of my business here. I'm not its owner, so I don't care about it.
So I put it on the ground again and walked to the only building.
But just halfway through, my conscience was discovered. I think it's good for me to keep it. It will be a good thing to eat more mice when it grows up.
I walked towards it again, picked it up and put it in a secret and warm place, waiting for its mother to pick it up.
I thought to myself: I can do a good thing this time.
Suddenly, I remembered "poison poison" and I hurried to the classroom. ......
Write a 600-word composition in winter morning, which should be human. It's a beautiful morning in winter. Please see if you don't believe me-every morning when I open the door and go out, the biting cold wind blows and comes at me from time to time.
Occasionally, naughty little snowflakes fall like dancing.
Hexagonal snowflakes are varied: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like pieces of paper ... they are beautiful.
Fall to the ground, as if to spread a thick blanket on the ground; Falling on a tree, like wearing silver; It landed in the car like a fresh cream cake.
This beautiful snow scene makes people immerse themselves in fresh air.
Everything is wrapped in silver and beautiful.
However, what makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the ice flowers on the window, some of which are like forests and full of mystery; Some are like streams, as if flowing quietly; Some are like Santa Claus, as if to give gifts to people ... Miss Winter is really ingenious! The club is crowded and very lively.
People are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, like cotton bags.
They do morning exercises with beautiful music.
There is a thick layer of ice on the artificial lake, and some naughty little students are frolicking on the lake, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time.
... in winter, the weather is very cold.
To tell the truth, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I have a strange feeling.
Ah, I love winter, because, in winter, "the wind knows the grass", I love its character.
...
The composition "Winter Morning" writes that winter has arrived, but this winter morning has a different scenery.
The thick fog covered the whole world with a layer of white gauze, and everything fell into the sea of smoke, and nothing floated, giving people a novel feeling.
Early in the morning, my mother and I came to the flood dike.
Look, some retired people with gray hair and wrinkles, under the guidance of the coach, hit Tai Ji Chuan seriously; Some people are dancing the sword, and the sword dances with their hands up and down, which is really a sword; There is someone on the steps, leg press, practicing Qigong.
People in the street are riding in the north wind by pulling their collars.
Street cleaners wear chrysanthemum overalls and hats, park garbage trucks on the side of the road, hold brooms in their right hands and dustpans in their left hands, and bend over to sweep the floor.
When we walked on this clean street, who would have thought that it was bought by the cleaners with sweat? I came to Chengdong Road and saw the sidewalk in the east. Some villagers in the suburbs are pulling a cart full of water and vegetables, some are carrying tender radishes, and some are carrying baskets full of garlic and onions ... They all gather here in the morning fog, setting up food stalls and daily necessities stalls, and so on, busy doing morning market business! The sound of people greeting each other, the sound of bargaining, and the crisp car are mixed into a cheerful morning song! Teacher's comment: "Winter is coming, but this winter morning has a different kind of scenery." This is the general sentence of the article. The little author cut to the chase. The first sentence gives the center of the article and leads to the full text.
Then, the little author described in detail what he saw in the winter morning.
Some retired people with gray hair and wrinkled face are playing Tai Ji Chuan under the guidance of coaches, some are dancing swords, others are practicing Qigong in leg press on the steps, people in the street and cleaners. The author describes the activities of these people and expresses that in the winter morning, although it is very cold, everyone is busy.
The language of the article is fluent, and the sentence "Mix into a cheerful morning song" ends, echoing from beginning to end.
There is a kind of beauty in the 600-word weekly diary of One Winter Morning that you can't imagine. There is a kind of scenery, like a dream, like a fairyland, which is indescribable-that is, the winter morning.
In winter morning, it is shrouded in a veil-like mist.
At this time, I was not awakened by the light of the sun, but my ears echoed with the wonderful calls of birds, which brought me to such a fairyland.
The fog filled the heavens and the earth. I went downstairs and wandered in the foggy world, and everything was blurred.
I picked a blade of grass and sniffed it gently. A faint fragrance came to my nose and gently brushed away the silver rime. Deep yellow still appeared in front of me. Although it withered, it still had a brand-new beginning.
Although birds can still be heard singing, they still don't know where they have gone in the foggy sea.
The winter morning is silent, and no one comes to break the silence.
In this morning, she is now the protagonist-a sword-dancing sister.
Call her sister, but I don't know her at all.
However, elegant hair, flexible figure and white work clothes made her completely integrated into this realm.
At this moment, she became a flying white butterfly, and in this state, she was on cloud nine.
She didn't notice me, and I was intoxicated by her dancing.
Look, the way she dances the sword, the horse steps forward, a set of serial splits.
What a smooth movement.
"Wow, wow, wow, wow", the sword is like her wand, which makes the silent morning vivid and some monotonous mornings so charming! My calm heart began to churn.
Gradually, the sunshine became stronger and stronger, and people began to get busy. She also put away her sword and hurried away.
But her graceful dancing will always stay in my mind.
I can't help but sigh: "How beautiful!" ...
It's really cold in the winter morning. Composition (550 words) Miss Qiu left sadly in the winter morning, and Miss Winter came happily. We all like winter girl very much, but I feel that winter girl "laid hands on him" a little early.
The national flag was just raised this morning, and the cold wind was biting. The cool wind blew on my face, like a sharp knife scraping my face several times, which was cold and painful.
I quickly put on a mask, because there was still a lot on my face, so I put my hand on my face. My face was not cold, but the wind blew on my hand and my hand was red with cold. I put my hand into my pocket again, and my face got cold again. There's nothing I can do. Who let me forget to wear gloves today? I have to warm my hands and freeze my face.
When my classmates saw my blushing, they told me, only then did they know that it was Xifeng's fault.
I don't think miss winter did it on purpose. She may want to do something good, but it turns out to be a bad thing. It happens all the time, so we can't blame her. No one is perfect! When we raised the flag in the playground, all the people wearing hats put on their hats, and all the people wearing masks put on their masks.
The students who stood on the stage to show their elegance braved such cold weather and performed wonderful poetry readings for us.
There is also a gourd silk performance "Bambusa in the moonlight", and the music is melodious.
They all stand tall and straight, like tall and straight trees. I can see their faces and ears frozen like red apples under the stage. They have neither hats nor coats. They must be cold. I think they are very great people! Although the morning in winter is very cold, we still like winter. Alas, this "cold happiness" came too suddenly, and I couldn't accept it for a while! ...
Write 500 words in the early winter morning, hurry! Urgent! Urgent! Ah, it snowed this morning, and snowflakes were flying all over the sky.
Snowflakes are as white as silver, the earth is wrapped in silver, and the world becomes silvery white.
The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and large tracts of snowflakes fall from the sky, white as jade and light as fog, and are blown straight into the sky by the wind; Large tracts of snowflakes floated leisurely from the silver-gray sky, dancing like white butterflies in the wind ... Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly, enjoying the beautiful snow scene.
Suddenly, a feeling of longing is like a leisurely goose feather, floating endlessly. The feeling of sighing arises spontaneously, vividly on the paper ... small white snowflakes are flying like catkins.
I can't help reaching out my hands to catch one snowflake after another.
As the snow kept falling, many students came to watch and praise them.
This snow, flying in the air, like a silver butterfly, like a pear petal, falls quietly.
One hexagonal flower after another, beautifully carved, without any repetition.
Carve jade with powder, but which artist can design such delicate lines? Which sculptor can carve catkin-like snow, reed-like snow and light smoke-like snow, which flows to chase, comes spotless and falls unsurprisingly.
Producing such delicate handicrafts? It is not so much a masterpiece of nature, I would rather believe that it is the tears of the fairy in the heavenly palace! The blue sky reflects sparkling white snow, making the sky clearer and higher.
Snow glistened against the blue sky.
Compared with the blue sky and white snow, the clouds are much less and darker.
What a beautiful picture this is! In addition to the relationship and artistic conception just now, let's talk about the relationship between photos and frames.
Put blue sky, white snow and gray clouds into a photo frame or a bag.
Blue sky, white snow and gray clouds make up a beautiful picture.
What a beautiful early winter morning!
Grandpa Dong hurried over to Miss Qiu's class and came to him. It brought the scene of cold wind and dead branches freezing, which made him feel that winter was coming! It's foggy in the morning.
The milky fog hangs over the earth, and there is white everywhere.
Walking on the road, you can't see the figure clearly dozens of steps away; From the dense fog, you can only vaguely see the buildings and trees in front.
In the fog, I heard the car, but I couldn't see the figure. The lights twinkle like eyes.
The cold brought by winter is everywhere. When there is no wind on a sunny day, it is dry and cold.
Bare trees stood piteously on both sides of Jiang Bin Road, and the once vibrant grass finally failed to support and withered.
The flowers on the grass also fell asleep.
The north wind is blowing, and young trees are struggling in the cold wind; The grass crawled on the ground as if afraid of the sudden cold wind.
In cold weather, you can also see strong people who are not afraid of the cold wind.
In front of the national flag station on campus, a green figure is flashing.
Those are rows of slender cypress trees. In the cold winter, they are so rich and green and full of vitality.
On the road by the river, many cycads are planted.
Its long and narrow leaves shine green in the severe winter, giving green to the white winter and dotted with the cold winter.
The early morning in winter is lively.
In Jiang Bin Park, people who exercise can be seen everywhere.
In the vast fog, the figure kept shaking.
Young people dress like athletes and are full of energy.
Running and jumping, full of vigor and blood boiling.
The old people also went out of the house, reaching out on the grass, kicking and jumping, radiant.
Don't look at the old people, they are as good as the young people in sports, fighting the biting cold tenaciously.
Look over there, even seven or eight-year-old children are exercising decently with adults, panting and steaming on their heads.
Look, what a vibrant winter! I like winter, it can temper people's will and make them strong.
You finally came in winter!
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