Snowflakes are like jade leaves and silver flowers, like innocent children, immersed in the world of snow, everything is so intoxicating! The following is a selection of essays about snowflakes that I brought to you, hoping to help you.
Selected Works of Snowflakes (1) Snowflakes are falling quietly. Snowflakes flying all over the sky, one after another, like dandelions all over the sky, and like countless young and indescribable lives, tremble, fluctuate and ripple in the boundless night sky. The expression is so pleasant and the change is so magical. Jing Tian seems to feel that there is a big white wing hidden on the earth. Before you know it, it is a vast expanse of whiteness. -inscription
Some people love flowers, some people are attached to the mystery of the sky, some people are obsessed with the clarity of running water, but I am intoxicated with the purity of snowflakes. Snowflakes, like lovely elves, are walking and flying in the clouds; Like dandelions, they spin and rise in the air.
"There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand roads." Indeed, there are no birds and flowers in spring in winter, no enthusiasm in summer and no golden flowers in autumn, but they are wrapped in "Wan Li Ice and Snow" in silver! And all this is the masterpiece of snow elves. It is they who have turned the ruthless winter into a world of powder and jade, let the ringing laughter spread to every corner, and let the "Jade Butterfly" open people's sleeping hearts.
Snowflakes are still floating and fairy tales are still being interpreted. In a short time, the snowflake fell on the mountain wearing a hexagonal cap parachute, which looked like countless pearls from a distance, making the mountain a charming paradise. Snowflakes floated on the tree as if covered with a layer of silver. A gust of wind blows, and the snowflakes rustle down, which reminds people of the famous sentence "Like spring breeze, night comes, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". Snowflakes fell on the field and covered the crops with a thick quilt. It seems that the farmer's uncle can really sleep with steamed buns in his arms next year! Tractors rumble in the field, as if playing a hymn of "snow and good harvest"! This is an excellent landscape composition.
It's sunny when it snows. The snow has stopped, and the outside world is really "wrapped in red makeup, especially enchanting." There are so many beautiful women in the country that adults and children are attracted to make trouble. Soon, the snowman rose from the ground, snowballs piled up into mountains, and the footprints played the cheerful notes of snowflakes.
Snow is the messenger of winter, snow is the spirit of winter, and snow flies all over the sky like a butterfly looking for a dream. ...
Composition Selection on Snowflake (Part II) I have long heard of Cheng Bingxue, a talented girl from Shangcai High School in Henan Province. When I interviewed her at the National Young Writers' Pen Meeting, I found that she was "a delicate little snowflake, a beautiful and romantic lyric poem". Soon, we began to talk as close as old friends.
She said that she was a little snowflake that jumped out 16 years ago. When her shallow feet are collected by fragrant soil, when her childish words are collected by dead leaves, she always loves to fabricate countless childish dreams to relive that pink memory. She is nostalgic for the days when she laughed and danced, and based her self-esteem, self-confidence, self-love and self-improvement on enthusiasm and sarcasm, with her unique personality of soft spring, fierce summer and deep affection for clean winter. Obsessed with books, mountains and rivers. When she received awards such as "Three Good Students", "Excellent Class Committee" and "Model Communist Youth League Member", hot tears and happy smiles splashed on the certificate of "Little Doctor of English". She said she wouldn't cry, she cried for happiness!
She can't forget the age of 14, which is when she started her literary journey. First of all, from her dozens of diaries, she lit up the inspiration of laughing or crying or living or dying, and released wonderful words. Every enthusiastic reader reviews more than 100 of her works published in newspapers and periodicals at all levels in China. It is not difficult to find that there are more than 10 of provincial-level award-winning honor platforms such as the first middle school students' composition competition in Zhumadian, the first prize in the China Youth Prose Competition and the first prize in the China Middle School Students' Literature Creation Competition. There are romance in Yi Shu in novels and sadness in poems. As a result, he became a member of China Branch of Swedish Nobel Poets Association, the president of Henan Branch of China Middle School Poets Association, the president of Henan Middle School Students' Federation of Literary and Art Circles, the public relations minister of Zhongyuan Middle School Student Journalists Group, and a small reporter of more than ten newspapers and magazines. After she finished the publishing task of her first collection of essays, Dream of Ice (published by Guangxi People's Publishing House), her collection of prose poems, Burning Sunflower, is being sorted out again.
Let me walk smartly, she said. On the track of 17 years old, she will write a series of close-ups floating in front of the literary palace, and use her true talents and practical knowledge to knock on the green door of institutions of higher learning, improve herself, deepen herself, reshape herself, and add youthful elegance to the banner of * * * *.
"I wish you success!" After listening to my sincere blessing, she flashed her black eyes full of two quatrains and smiled sweetly.
Oh, what a small snowflake!
Selected essays on snowflakes (Part III)! That pink and translucent face; Those big bright eyes; That high nose; That cherry red mouth. Who is she? She is my sister: Liang.
Liang's nickname is Niu Niu. She was born in this beautiful city of Hangzhou. She is very helpful!
Niuniu and I played games in the small garden that day. On a stone chair not far away, a little boy sat with his chin in his hands, his brow wrinkled very high, his eyes looked straight ahead, his nose kept twitching, his mouth turned up and he sneezed from time to time.
Niu Niu saw it and ran to her little brother. She put a hand on his shoulder and said kindly, "Little brother, are you cold?" Why don't you go home? "
"I'm waiting for my mother here." He said gloomily, "Mom is out, let me wait for her here."
Niu Niu stood up, looked at me, looked at her little brother sitting on the cold stone chair, pondered for a while, then squatted down, gently pulled her little brother's arm and said sweetly, "Little brother, it's too cold here ... is there anyone in your family?" Let me take you home! "
"Is my grandmother at home ... but ... no, no. I'm going to wait for mom here! Otherwise, my mother will be worried if she can't find it! " Little brother shook his arm and tried to break away from Niu Niu. "I'll wait for your mother here and tell her when she comes." Niu Niu said.
"Well ... all right!" So Niu Niu and I took our little brother home.
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When we got back to the small garden, it was already dark ... suddenly, it was not sunny-it began to snow and snowflakes were flying like butterflies. I put my hand over my head and said, "Niu Niu, let's hide under the opposite eaves!" " "Niu said with a frown," that won't do! In this way, when aunt comes, she won't see him. She promised her little brother to tell his mother that she couldn't break her word! "In this way, I had to sit in the snow with Niu Niu and wait for my aunt.
I don't know. After a while, an aunt riding an electric car stopped in front of the small garden and looked around as if looking for something. Niu Niu saw it, stood up, patted the snow on her head and "flew" to menstruation. When I saw it, I rushed over. Niu Niu smiled and told her aunt what had just happened. After listening to this, my aunt thanked us and rode home. At this time, a glittering and translucent snowflake fluttered on Niu Niu's face. It didn't melt immediately, but it was smiling.
This is my sister, a helpful sister.
Selected Composition on Snowflakes (Part IV) Snow is floating quietly, spinning lightly around this petite and graceful body, drawing a beautiful arc. O is like the incarnation of a butterfly. Oh, no, they are natural spirits, dancers in heaven. O the sky is their stage, allowing snowflakes to float freely. O if the snow in the north is like groups of men, it is full of pride; Then the snow in the south is like a graceful girl, a small jasper, letting its gorgeous O-crystal snowflakes fall from the sky. Through it, it seems that you can gain insight into everything in the world. Oh, this lovely snowflake is still washing away the filth and darkness!
I am very excited at the sight of snow. I forgot the cold and ran out of the house with only one coat on. I cheered in the garden. O Looking up at the sky, I saw snowflakes flying all over the sky, and my heart danced with them. O Although it is the middle of winter, in order to leave a beautiful world, they are still flying persistently, regardless of the cold. Strong winds can't stop them. They are messengers of winter!
Freedom, fighting against the sky, it seems that they are the masters of winter. O snowflakes are quietly sprinkled on the ground. Before long, they were covered with a thin layer of snow and walked slowly through the snow for fear of waking them up.
The snow is still falling. Look, they are dancing with the fallen leaves!
Bright yellow leaves and white snow flowers set each other off. Oh, listen, they are whispering to the green grass under their feet. Are you really looking for infinitely beautiful spring scenery? Snow is beating everyone's heart. It turns out that it nourishes not only everything, but also the soul!
Dazzling pure white is flashing, and the air seems very fresh. O Bend down, pick up a mass of snow and take care of them carefully. Suddenly, the coolness spread all over the body. The residual temperature on o's hand melted it before he got close to his face. O can't help but sigh. Why is this beauty lost so quickly? It disappears before you can enjoy it slowly. Perhaps, after this light snow, a new spring will come.
Yes, this is lonely snow, dead rain and the soul of rain. But why is there snow after the rain? The colder it gets, the more beautiful it will be, just like snow. O if you don't experience so much cold, how can there be this falling snowflake? ,
You know, it is not only the soul of rain, but also a natural dancer and a powerful soul!
Composition Selection on Snowflakes (Part 5) It snowed today. This is the first snow this year.
Snowflakes in the sky fall happily like elves. They stretched their delicate white bodies, stroking their crystal long hair and threw themselves into the embrace of the earth. They are so cute, wearing unique snowcoats, playing happily in the sky, and some are free to rotate in the air, stretching their feminine posture; Some groups, on the roof, under the pine trees, play happily; Some are carefree, perhaps intoxicated with the pleasure of landing, landing lightly, without bringing any sound to the world ... Snow elves waltz silently, holding hands and flying freely in the sky. Occasionally, a small snowflake accidentally falls to the world, just on your slightly upturned nose tip. Don't be angry because it disturbed your reverie, but be grateful, because in such a lonely snowy day, a tiny creature sent you a cool and greeting. At that time, she will tell you trembling: "Happy New Year! My friend! "
snowflake
In the morning reading class, I was reading the text in the classroom, only to hear a few boys shouting in the corridor: "It's snowing! It snowed. I looked outside. Sure enough, it snowed heavily. At this time, I immediately ran out and stood in the corridor watching the heavy snow. Some boys even piled up the snow on the balcony and made it into a big ball.
Winter is a magician. He dresses up the whole world with snow as props. Snowflakes, falling to the ground, like a silvery white carpet on the ground; Falling on the roof is like covering the roof with a thick quilt; Falling on the branches, as if inlaid with beautiful silver bars; Fall on children, like dancing elves. All this, under the irradiation of the sun, is particularly crystal clear!
I like the feeling of walking in the snow. A cool breeze blew in and lifted my hair. I like standing in the snow, watching the snowflakes falling, and imagining that I have a pair of snow-white wings, just like entering a fairyland.
Ah! Snowflake, I like you, beautiful snowflake!