Outside the window, like catkins, like dandelions, like pear petals, like light jade butterflies, dancing in the air. Glittering hexagonal snowflakes melt when they touch something.
It's late at night and the temperature is getting lower and lower. In this snow, there is a faint light flashing. My door was gently pushed open and the light came on. There is a vague figure in the room, wearing a thin pajamas and holding a quilt, coming towards me. At this time, my eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog. In the dim light, I saw my mother and I almost cried. At this moment, I suddenly felt a warm current strongly impacting me, and then quickly spread all over my body.
Mother spread out the quilt, carefully covered it for me, then shivered, shook herself and left quietly. When I got up the next morning, I saw the roof was white. This snowy appearance is like putting a small white hat on the earth. It's beautiful.
I couldn't help getting out of bed, putting on my pajamas, enjoying the snow and going to the study. I saw my mother sitting at the computer desk, probably writing a report again. I just wanted to ask if I didn't sleep well again, but the words came to my mouth and were called back by my mother's sneeze. I immediately made a bag of Radix Isatidis for my mother, and then I walked gently to my mother with the medicine. My mother saw it and smiled with relief. Slowly. At this time, there are snowflakes floating outside the window. This snow can make people who are hungry and thirsty in the desert feel refreshed, but it can also make people who tremble slightly in the snow feel warm as spring.
2. How to write the life of running in the essay on running?
Still life is dead.
It's still, and everything stops, including your emotions.
If a person has no feelings, then in his eyes, the world will become gloomy, life will become uncertain, and all people will leave him and leave him alone in this terrible but actually beautiful world.
On the contrary, a vibrant life is enviable. Full of vitality, life is practiced in running.
The road of life is slow. To finish this road of life is like a long-distance running, you can't show yourself too much. Otherwise, you will walk very tired in the future, and in the end, you will be panting, exhausted and exhausted, but you will get nothing.
Life is running and you can't give up for a moment. Once you give up, it's too late to catch up. Even if you sprint at a speed of 100 meters, even if you catch up, you will find that everything is too late, and the years have ruthlessly left a mark on you that can never be erased.
Life is like running. If you always have a long way to go, you can take your time and sprint at the last minute. But you are wrong, because your previous laziness has taken shape, and no amount of perseverance can change the fact. The past has passed, and the power of heaven cannot be redeemed.
Of course, how can you run without applause and applause? If people are cars, cheers and applause become gasoline. How can a good car run without gasoline? On the road of life, we strive hard. When we are lost, when we fail, when we are sad, these applause and applause give us a lot of motivation. The famous female writer Qin Wenjun once said: "Applause can make life full of love and make each other more perfect." When you win the championship, when you cross the key line, don't forget those who silently support you behind your back and give you motivation. Don't forget the two-way hand you held out when you fell.
Running life will never stagnate. Everything is in your own hands. If you don't dislike it, it will never dislike you.
Running is not born to anyone. But it doesn't need talent, and it doesn't need high IQ. It just needs your diligence. As long as you exercise, you will naturally get good grades. As long as we work hard, it is possible to run out of Shanghai, China, Asia and the world, and become the pride of everyone in China.
Life in running is always good.
Running life is always beautiful.
Running life is always brilliant.
Running, living.
3. The high school composition "Running in the Spring Breeze" has been a spring breeze for several years, and everything seems to be passing away and rising.
Once the dream, once the persistence, the longing for the future at the same time become lifeless, and finally buried in.
With this in mind.
And I can only choose to run in an evasive manner, run out of this dream and run out of this friendship.
Leave this world.
Perhaps, at this end, it will be a mystery of spring blossoms, facing the sea, endless, but.
You said that we are friends, we will always be friends, no matter the wind and rain, no matter the world changes, no matter the wealth and poverty, we are all friends. Now, facing you, I have nothing to say, and I run away. Even on our birthday, I can't say happy birthday to you or hear you say happy birthday to me.
These things that used to be considered normal have now become lingering fears in my heart. I feel helpless. I can only choose to run, run out of all the memories that should not be left.
Decadent winter has passed, walking on the vast and melancholy land, like migratory birds, generations of young people have passed hundreds of years and are about to come to the end of the world. However, the scenery still exists, and we have all seen it in our dreams, such as green hills, peach blossoms and green grass ... like water years, it is coming soon.
However, all the dreams seem to be in front of me, kind but strange, but I can't go back to the past. The fog in front of me is a love time worth grasping, and the moss behind me is like a romantic memory that I can't forget. I can't forget all this, let alone remember it.
4. Xue's composition "Look, it's snowing!" I was attracted to the corridor by the sound and looked out. It was really good. The little snowflake is falling slowly, and my heart can't help but give birth to joy. I hope it can bring us a real heavy snow. Soon, the city was gently covered by this gentle snowflake. Every snowflake gently spirals and falls, becoming a small part of a layer of snow on the earth, and every snowflake merges into a beautiful landscape, making the earth white.
Facing the snow, I want to recite some poems I have learned, but I can't remember them. It seems that what nature has given us cannot be expressed in words. Although I can't say it, I can listen, listen to the sound of snow.
It was snowing heavily, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, flying or hovering, or falling straight and quickly, laying on the ground. At this moment, everything is beautiful, a person is silent, standing at the window, but the laughter of those snowflakes echoes in my ears. I can hear their joy.
Before the snow stopped, the children couldn't help coming out to play and have snowball fights. Although it was still snowing, they had a good time regardless of their parents' opposition, full of childhood joy. Snow lets us roll them into fluffy snowballs and then throw them at each other. Although his body was smashed everywhere, they never complained. Give us happiness is its happiness. It warms our hearts with its unique language, and I can hear the sound.
Snow is a good sign for a good year, and it should be a good sign for a year on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month. Snowflakes fall slowly, accompanied by firecrackers, giving people joy. I like to watch the snow quietly, watch the snow fall quietly, and listen to the faint sound of snow, I will feel very peaceful and happy. I saw a group of children having a snowball fight, dodging left and right on the road. I saw a layer of snow covering the young leaves on the lawn, protecting them. I can hear their voices proud of taking on this important task.
The pure snow on the ground bathed in sunshine and enjoyed the last moment of joy. Are they crying for dying lives? No, they are laughing and proud. They finished their task and spread the joy to the world. They gave their lives and played their strengths. They are great, and I can hear the happiness in their lives.
When it snows again, let's stand by the window and listen to a life legend.
5. How to write a composition about snow Hello, I'm glad to answer your question. I don't know if this is ok: in snowy winter, the most intoxicating thing is the snow scene, which is white, beautiful and lovely.
The white of snow is the most dazzling, even the clouds in the sky and the waves on the sea are inferior in front of it. Snow always comes to this world quietly when people don't know it. They covered houses and trees with gorgeous silver clothes and covered the earth with thick quilts. That is, everything is dazzling silver.
Snowflakes like jade fall from the sky, shake to the left, shake to the right and collide with each other, just like a drunk walking in the Eight Immortals. In the air, snowflakes fluttering with the wind stick to the wall, glass, sky and sky, flying around like a naughty child playing hide-and-seek with us.
Snow fell on the house, as if to put a white hat on the house; Snowflakes fell on the branches, as if covered with thick white clothes; Snow fell on the dead branches of flowers and plants, as if covered with a white scarf; Snowflakes fell on the ground, like "chocolate double-crystal cream pie" Snowflakes are flying with the wind, like white elves, shuttling around the world, making the earth colorful and colorful.
The snow is getting bigger and bigger, from a little bit to a cotton ball that seems to fall from the sky. Snowflakes keep flying, like cotton, like catkins, like poplars, flying all over the sky.
Gradually, gradually, learning stopped, and Wan became a world of powder and jade. This silver world is like a Chinese painting that is only rendered in white without ink lines. The main pigment of this painting is silver, which constitutes a vivid landscape. The silver world is beautiful and quiet.
Snow is not only beautiful, but also brings us happiness. Students collect some snow between classes, make snowballs and hit the students in front. There was a splash, a burst of laughter, and "Hum, you should be careful", and the face of the person who was "hit" showed a look of distress.
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6. Primary school composition is written in the evening before the snow, in the snow, and after the snow. Open the pages and read silently. Inadvertently raised his head-looking at the stained ink, looking at the stars, I looked at the blue night sky, lowered my eyelids, and let my thoughts shuttle between the stars, echoing quietly. ...
My eyes wandered around and finally fell on the snow.
I saw a serene and serene scene, and crystal snow spots sparkled in the night.
Not far away, several brown-red benches were covered with layers of white snow, as if the sky had covered them with a layer of pure white silk floss in silence.
Snowflakes, floating down, landed on the roof, both virtual and real, fluctuating, as if someone had decorated the roof with wisps of cotton. The hut stands in the snow, and the light outside the window shines on the snow like gold thread. The light and shadow reflected on the snow surface and the moon shadow make the snow surface seem to be sprinkled with layers of gold powder.
On the Gu Song tree, the green branches are covered with a thick layer of clean crystal snow, which is even more dazzling against the snow. Under the eaves and treetops, several ice crystals hang down like uncut crystals, and crystal beads are embedded in the gray-blue night, shining with silver light.
Looking along the dark blue shadow of the tree, a horizon rendered by snow spread out before our eyes. Several green tree balls of different sizes are irregularly embedded in the snow. A line of sunken snow marks crisscrossed the trees. At first glance, they are intertwined. Then, when you look closely, you will understand the beauty of expression contained in secrets-just like a huge ink painting, the details are full of changes. The snow in the air is a little erratic until it falls and melts in the thick snow. When the snow spots are arranged on the shadows of trees, they will disappear immediately, just like a hermit retreating into the mountains. The snow level is cut off somewhere and replaced by a small and exquisite model-like fluorescent hut. Compared with houses, square chimneys are more lovely. The chimney mouth seems to be stained with a layer of mellow milk, which makes people laugh. The chimney is covered with a thin layer of white snow, like glittering and translucent white pigment flashing slowly.
In the distance, everything becomes smaller and smaller, everything that was so clear becomes more and more blurred, and finally only darkness remains. The winding lines, the white spots in the shadows, the objects and shadows are all integrated, and the outline is gone. The farther away, the smaller, along the darkness. Open your eyes until the connection between snow and the sky is shrouded in fog, like a cloud. A black line looms behind the fog, and the huge snow-capped mountains begin to become ethereal, like floating on the fog and like a mirage, vague and like an illusion. This line full of white fog melts in the sky and underground. As the feeling of this dream becomes stronger and stronger, my vision is blurred again. ...
Cold wind, no more screaming, snowflakes, no more jumping. Somehow, my heart has been intoxicated by it ...
7. We are running a composition, how to write it? We have to run countless times every day to stop at the end of Qingshi Road and see the scenery that will never change.
Trees that shed leaves in winter and grass that almost disappeared after turning yellow, strangers turned around without hesitation when they came here. Occasionally I feel a little helpless, confused and at a loss, but I never want to let myself run.
Walking slowly along the stone road, I feel melancholy, clearly guarding my unique dream, but I have lost countless days of struggle. In hesitation and helplessness again and again, I got back my dissatisfied report card.
I have no back and no work. Nevertheless, I stopped moving forward with a strange feeling. The grass in the wind suddenly has a green shadow, vaguely green, not far ahead.
My footsteps suddenly lit up, and the hope was still great. Didn't the unchanging grass grow new buds and begin to regenerate? My heart began to surge with a potential power. Running slowly along the stone road gave me a lot of hope.
I have started running, but occasionally I want to give up. I am afraid of the difficulties and obstacles on the road ahead, the eyes of others becoming unbearable lightness in life, and the failure after running. Unconsciously, I saw the familiar scenery again.
The tree hasn't sprouted new leaves yet, and the big tree looks down on the grass, which is a little provocative, but the low grass grows vigorously in the sun, with a pinch of green here and a pinch of green there, although it is still mixed with yellow, but it grows gratifying enough. There are few people here, but the eyes of the trees have not let the grass lose hope. From germination to now, they have been growing persistently, without stopping, without stopping. Although the growth rate is slow, the little progress accumulated every day seems so substantial.
My heart began to flourish with the generated power. Running fast along the stone road made me less hesitant.
The scenery in front of us has begun to change, and many grasses are connected together. Light blue grass, mixed with new tender green, has become the source of my current strength. Even before the big trees germinate, the grass is growing like no one's watching.
They tried their best to fight weeds, and they overcame the incomprehensible eyes of trees. Without dew, they only accept the essence of the sun and the moon with the rain.
They are not afraid of everything in front of them, look for the direction of progress, and then run forward persistently. They are running with their own souls and singing a song full of vitality and fighting capacity with their hearts.
My heart began to show that an overwhelming force was generating. I started to let myself run, really.
The wind is whistling in my ear, and I suddenly understand a lot. No matter what difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, no matter what others think, no matter whether the future results are successful or not, as long as you let yourself run, you will certainly reap the other side of your dreams! We have to run countless times every day to stop at the end of Qingshi Road and see the scenery that will never change. Trees that shed leaves in winter and grass that almost disappeared after turning yellow, strangers turned around without hesitation when they came here.
Occasionally I feel a little helpless, confused and at a loss, but I never want to let myself run. Walking slowly along the stone road, I feel melancholy, clearly guarding my unique dream, but I have lost countless days of struggle.
In hesitation and helplessness again and again, I got back my dissatisfied report card. I have no back and no work. Nevertheless, I stopped moving forward with a strange feeling.
The grass in the wind suddenly has a green shadow, vaguely green, not far ahead. My footsteps suddenly lit up, and the hope was still great. Didn't the unchanging grass grow new buds and begin to regenerate? My heart began to surge with a potential power.
Running slowly along the stone road gave me a lot of hope. I have started running, but occasionally I want to give up. I am afraid of the difficulties and obstacles on the road ahead, the eyes of others becoming unbearable lightness in life, and the failure after running.
Unconsciously, I saw the familiar scenery again. The tree hasn't sprouted new leaves yet, and the big tree looks down on the grass, which is a little provocative, but the low grass grows vigorously in the sun, with a pinch of green here and a pinch of green there, although it is still mixed with yellow, but it grows gratifying enough.
There are few people here, but the eyes of the trees have not let the grass lose hope. From germination to now, they have been growing persistently, without stopping, without stopping. Although the growth rate is slow, the little progress accumulated every day seems so substantial. My heart began to flourish with the generated power.
Running fast along the stone road made me less hesitant. The scenery in front of us has begun to change, and many grasses are connected together. Light blue grass, mixed with new tender green, has become the source of my current strength.
Even before the big trees germinate, the grass is growing like no one's watching. They tried their best to fight weeds, and they overcame the incomprehensible eyes of trees.
Without dew, they only accept the essence of the sun and the moon with the rain. They are not afraid of everything in front of them, look for the direction of progress, and then run forward persistently.
They are running with their own souls and singing a song full of vitality and fighting capacity with their hearts. My heart began to show that an overwhelming force was generating.
I started to let myself run, really. The wind is whistling in my ear, and I suddenly understand a lot. No matter what difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, no matter what others think, no matter whether the future results are successful or not, as long as you let yourself run, you will certainly reap the other side of your dreams! Life is a journey.
Sometimes we just sit quietly, watching the beautiful scenery and enjoying our free time. When the desire in our hearts beckons us, we should run.
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8. Play in the snow after class. The teacher found that punishing students for writing and playing in the snow gives people a kind of warmth, a kind of pity, and people have to be moved ... There are countless hexagonal elves on campus, who silently moisten everything and dress up the campus with slender magic sticks. Naughty elves are unrestrained, performing a wonderful dance happily 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, "jingle", and occasionally a few snowflakes fall on the fence and then on the ground, like high jumpers, making some crisp knocks from time to time, as if a lively concert was being held on the empty playground. However, the pure snow finally turned into water, attached to the fence, and the wind blew quickly.
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 hope.
The third article: When I walked out of the canteen, something cold fell on my cheeks. I looked up, ah! It's raining lightly! No, it's smaller, clearer and whiter than rain. Is it? I cried happily, "It's snowing, it's snowing!" " "At the back of the two sisters also cheered.
I quickly ran back to the classroom, put down the music, picked up my friends and walked out without hesitation. Ah, it's snowing.
Small and clear. We open our arms and breathe the fresh air, so that these elves can fall on my hair, sleep on my school uniform and melt into my shoes.
I turned around and smiled in the snow. I feel like a white butterfly, dancing happily in the night when snowflakes are flying all over the sky. It snowed harder and harder, and in a short time, snowflakes fluttered around like goose feathers.
My friends and I ran across the alley with our heads held high and let these naughty guys fall on me. I opened my mouth and let the snow fall in my mouth. It's cool, sweet and beautiful. My friends and I laughed all over the campus.
Looking back, the students are enjoying the happiness brought by the snow with great interest. Snow "washed away" our fears and troubles after the exam and brought us happiness and joy.
There is a saying in an ancient poem: "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes", but isn't this snow the same? So we have no worries, only happy and beautiful feelings. After the self-study, I pushed open the door and the outside was completely new. The branches are covered with white flowers, the grass is covered with white cotton, and there is a thick layer of snow on the ground, like a white quilt and a beautiful white silk skirt.
How beautiful! Snow, you are the most beautiful fairy in the world! Chapter 4: We come and go, and they turn hexagonal bodies. They kept dancing, saying goodbye and greeting. .. I have to say that snow is really a strange thing ... Sometimes they are so simple and willing to be a dedicated "green leaf". In spring and autumn, they sang their favorite classical music, accompanied by the crystal rain in Ming Che, and thus staged a beautiful stage play. They are also smart. Have you seen their petite figures in summer? Summer never reveals its whereabouts, and finally I look forward to winter. They are surrounded by all kinds of bodies.
Around everything she can do, and then turn around and sing, at this time, they are also the most presumptuous and happy. So, they started to make trouble, only made a provocative action on other people's noses and palms, and then flew away. They began to play tricks again, encouraging cold air to blow to the crowd, and people had to reluctantly pull their collars, breathe hot air and hold tight. Laughing and rolling. They still think it's not enough. They secretly used magic when we were not looking, and there was a layer of ice on the windows and on the water. Boy, don't let me catch you! At this point, Grandfather Sun has ordered them to return to heaven quickly and accept punishment. However, I can clearly see that they are still dancing. Chapter 5: As soon as I woke up in the morning, the shouts of "Snow" and "Snow" came from my half-opened window.
Did Snow Fairy put a white fur coat on the earth? Haha, it must be. I walked out of the house. Wow, it's a world of pink jade outside.
The heavy snow, like pieces of goose feathers flying in the wind, is swirling in succession, like pear blossoms falling in profusion, smelling fragrant in ten miles, more like my thoughts, flying and flying happily. How did the wires on the roadside poles become silver-white strings? Snow fairy played a joke. She created a silent music world with that flawless snow! The north wind drove a winter spirit-snowflake, to the land of the north, which made us feel happy.
Oh, white and flawless snowflakes, like catkins, set up a snow curtain for us. Ah, this is the snow curtain leading to happiness, and it is the snow curtain leading to heaven. Only happiness without sadness, how selfless snow is! Ah, snow, you are as Ming Che as a baby's heart, as pure as an angel's wings, and as happy as my thoughts.
You are like a white butterfly, spreading happy pollen in the sky. The goose feather-like snow is flying all over the sky, as clean as jade, as white as silver, as light as smoke, as soft as willow, piece by piece, unhurried and flying all over the sky.
Snow, you have taken away all my troubles and brought me happiness. Although it is a little, I will cherish my heart forever. Snow, you left gently, just as you came gently, you brought me unusual feelings-joy and happiness-Chapter 6: Snow is loved by people in Class 3, Grade 5, Anqiu Experimental Primary School, Wu Bingqing, Shandong Province.
In winter, the snowflakes all over the sky give people many beautiful reverie. Children like snow. When they watch snowflakes falling from the sky, they will dance.
How beautiful and strange snow is! It was a little warm a few days ago, but yesterday, the weather suddenly turned cold. At noon, the cold wind roared.
Today, on a dry morning, I opened my sleepy eyes and looked out. Oh, it is snowing. I'm so happy! Snowflakes are beautiful. I saw snow this morning.