In my opinion, winter is the least romantic season, especially in the south. It can't see the snow and ice in the north. There is no Wan Li desert in the west, and there is no sound at all. Winter in the south is always just a depression. The weather is very cold, but there is not a trace of moisture. The cold immersed in the bone marrow seems to have taken away all the warmth of the body, leaving only a cold mass that is as loose as dry floc and stuffed between the chest and lungs. In this season, people's thinking will be frozen, and even emotions and romance will be forgotten in an instant. Under such circumstances, it is difficult to raise a trace of goodwill, even if there is an occasional wish, it will soon be thrown into the corner of memory.
Standing outdoors, take a breath gently. A mass of white fog is wrapped in warm air, stretching out in mid-air, dense, and melting into dry and cold air for a long time. The little hope that was just ignited was shattered, quietly and quietly disappeared, as if it had never happened, and it was already a special kind of wetness in the trance. Xiao Shu grew into a big tree and became an old tree in winter. The branches of the old tree are staggered, and only a few scattered leaves are dotted with traces of life. The bark is slightly brown, as if it had been baked on a fire for a long time, and it has lost its spirit and is half curled, as if it would fall to the ground at any time.
In summer, only withered roots and leaves are left in the lotus pond in the mosaic field. It has long lost the charm of beads. The cold wind shook gently, withered and withered leaves, as if quietly telling the beauty of the past, and as if quietly crying for the decline of the present. If there is another cold rain, more flowers will fall, which will help Li Yishan keep listening to the rain.
The mountains in the south are no longer as tall and majestic as those in the north, but they have lost their former runlang in winter, leaving a slightly gray figure standing quietly between heaven and earth. Silently guard a silence. If there is a heavy snow in the north and the mountains are covered with white, it will be a magnificent picture and there will be new hope among the mountains. It's a pity that there is no snow in the south, just like scattered hills on the vast Jianghan Plain. Only the green shadows of pine and cypress are left in the mountains, which are as green as frost, and there is gray in the light green. From a distance, it seems to be covered by flying dust.
Standing by the river, I found that there was only a narrow gray chain left in the moat in the past, and the river bank where the waves beat thousands of stones in the past is now at a standstill. The river seems to have frozen, and even the flow rate of the east injection seems to have stopped, and everything is silent.
Yes, the winter in the south can only be described as dead silence, without any movement of life. There is only one deposit slip between heaven and earth. This depressing atmosphere is full of everything, sucking away their vitality bit by bit.
Being here, I can only send my feelings to the window, send my heart to the distance, and hope to have a trace of new green and send the hope of spring.
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Half a yellow leaf falls, and I hear the sound of life withering. Yes, the geese flew south again, leaving only dead branches on the branches, and the spring water gradually dried up, and the chill came quietly. All this tells me that winter is coming.
In my opinion, winter is the least romantic season, especially in the south. It can't see the snow and ice in the north. There is no Wan Li desert in the west, and there is no sound at all. Winter in the south is always just a depression. The weather is very cold, but there is not a trace of moisture. The cold immersed in the bone marrow seems to have taken away all the warmth of the body, leaving only a cold mass that is as loose as dry floc and stuffed between the chest and lungs. In this season, people's thinking will be frozen, and even emotions and romance will be forgotten in an instant. Under such circumstances, it is difficult to raise a trace of goodwill, even if there is an occasional wish, it will soon be thrown into the corner of memory.
Standing outdoors, take a breath gently. A mass of white fog is wrapped in warm air, stretching out in mid-air, dense, and melting into dry and cold air for a long time. The little hope that was just ignited was shattered, quietly and quietly disappeared, as if it had never happened, and it was already a special kind of wetness in the trance. Xiao Shu grew into a big tree and became an old tree in winter. The branches of the old tree are staggered, and only a few scattered leaves are dotted with traces of life. The bark is slightly brown, as if it had been baked on a fire for a long time, and it has lost its spirit and is half curled, as if it would fall to the ground at any time.
In summer, only withered roots and leaves are left in the lotus pond in the mosaic field. It has long lost the charm of beads. The cold wind shook gently, withered and withered leaves, as if quietly telling the beauty of the past, and as if quietly crying for the decline of the present. If there is another cold rain, more flowers will fall, which will help Li Yishan keep listening to the rain.
The mountains in the south are no longer as tall and majestic as those in the north, but they have lost their former runlang in winter, leaving a slightly gray figure standing quietly between heaven and earth. Silently guard a silence. If there is a heavy snow in the north and the mountains are covered with white, it will be a magnificent picture and there will be new hope among the mountains. It's a pity that there is no snow in the south, just like scattered hills on the vast Jianghan Plain. Only the green shadows of pine and cypress are left in the mountains, which are as green as frost, and there is gray in the light green. From a distance, it seems to be covered by flying dust.
Standing by the river, I found that there was only a narrow gray chain left in the moat in the past, and the river bank where the waves beat thousands of stones in the past is now at a standstill. The river seems to have frozen, and even the flow rate of the east injection seems to have stopped, and everything is silent.
Yes, the winter in the south can only be described as dead silence, without any movement of life. There is only one deposit slip between heaven and earth. This depressing atmosphere is full of everything, sucking away their vitality bit by bit.
Being here, I can only send my feelings to the window, send my heart to the distance, and hope to have a trace of new green and send the hope of spring.
It won't snow this winter. Looking forward to, looking forward to, looking forward to snow, as if looking forward to your arrival. Looking forward to winter and twelfth month, I still haven't seen a trace of snow. Every night, I get up lazily and hide in a warm cabin, wearing only autumn clothes and trousers, without a trace of coolness. I seem to have forgotten what winter should be like.
Indeed, it hasn't snowed like spots for a long time, and the clouds are as lazy as me. When they go out to work, they only scatter a few lonely fragments, which sublimate into water, turn into gas and disappear before landing.
That's right. What is winter without snow? Winter without snow is like spring without flowers. This is an abominable season, hot and unreliable, cold and unpleasant. Northerners are not afraid of cold, and farmers' uncles all know that the colder the winter, the better the harvest in the coming year. "In winter, wheat is covered with three quilts, and next year, I will sleep with steamed buns." It is winter in the north when I am cold. Although it takes three coats and six coats to go out now, I always feel something is missing. What is missing? It's not the same color as curd, it's not the crunchy feet, it's not the coolness of a frozen heart, it's not the warmth in coolness.
If it doesn't snow in winter, I'm always tired of doing things.
Snow has spirit. Scholars have loved snow since ancient times. "The snow burden on our bows and swords" is a hero, "An old man is fishing in the cold river snow" is quiet, "The snowy night in Zhong Ling will be deep" is sad, and "Leaving only hoofprint behind him" is unexpected. If I also use a word to send snow as a spirit, I think snow is "pure". Look, the sky is flying, whether you are blue, black, red or yellow, the coat covered with snow is all white in one color. As soon as spring opens, the self is revealed and the soul is clean. Not to mention, the cold after the snow is really enjoyable and complete. Frozen hands, frozen ears, frozen soul occupied by expanding greed have washed away a pure body for Bai Xue. I don't know my love and nostalgia for snow without knowing these.
Snow is like a pine tree, like a white horse, like an elf, like the projection of the world, constantly changing its shape, like crystal tears dripping from your clear eyes. Being in the world of snow is like being alone in a strange and warm little world. Everything and I have the charm of snow. In this land of Xiaotian, like a dust, instant death, Hanwu Qin Huang, bitter happiness, honor and shame, all these will eventually disappear with the melting of snow. It's like stepping on the snow and heading home in a hurry, forgetting the time and purpose, leaving some messy footprints just for the sake of coming and going, waiting for Dong Jun to build a graveyard of snow and put all the turbidity together with your footprints. All this seems futile, but everything in spring is nourished by you, and a brand-new you appears. If you know snow, you will know love. It doesn't matter whether you give it or not. Many years later, I only remember that there was a heavy snow in the winter of 20 10, and I wrote a poem.
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4. How to describe winter as a lazy child who doesn't snow? Time: 2019-12-22101:22 | Author: Jiang Winter is really a lazy child.
After he left in the beautiful autumn, he ignored it and fell asleep on the bare branch. Occasionally turn over and disappear into a mottled and bleak school.
The world is in a gloomy state. Even if it is sunny occasionally, he just opens his eyes on the glass building, stretches on the bumper of the community and yawns among the scattered trees.
Before the sunset in that corner visited my study on the sixteenth floor, the world was drowned by his sleepiness. In his mind, hibernation is probably the last word.
I really don't understand how he fell asleep in this howling north wind. Sparrows are flustered, cats and dogs are shivering. The community was not so angry at that time, and even the old man, who used to say hello, is now lazy and dizzy.
Go out on business, or who will go out? Grandma has a cold leg attack, and the square dance is hopeless. Playing legs and baking electricity has become her daily life. The smog has occupied the blue sky for a long time, and the exploding Little Square can only sigh now-because the sun has not shone high for many days.
Winter, lazy winter and inaction winter make everyone an animal in the nest. Poor old leaves, cowering in the wind.
This winter, I also had several snowball fights with my brother! In addition, another bright spot in winter is plum blossom. Therefore, Wang Anshi wrote poems praising "many plums in the corner ...", while Lin Bu, who is a "plum wife and crane", was much more affectionate: "The shadows are shallow, and the fragrance floats at dusk".
It's a pity that the plum blossoms in our north only bloom in March and April. It is Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty who knows winter.
In Jiang Xue, he wrote: "There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths", which is just a portrayal of the lofty heart of people with lofty ideals in winter. And "a leaf boat, a bamboo coat, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow" has naturally become a high match for the portraits of hermits in past dynasties.
Generation tianjiao * * * praised "... there are so many beautiful women in the country, and countless heroes compete for each other! In his eyes, winter is a good time to "forge ahead, count romantic figures and look at the present". Therefore, the greater the man, the more passionate he is about winter.
If you just want to enjoy the happiness of a comfortable season, you will naturally feel bad about winter. From this perspective, being lazy in winter is very inspirational.
5. Write a composition about winter (don't write about snow). Frost in winter, slowly congealing. When the roof is gradually covered with thick white, most details on the corrugated layer are omitted, and everything changes from complex to simple, from complex to general. Winter is coming, and it binds the four seasons like a cover.
The monsoon blowing from the northwest is straightforward and does not hesitate to get into your cuffs. Drill to the neckline and cut your face as soon as you go out on the road.
There is no spring breeze and drizzle in my ear, but I deeply feel the biting, skin-piercing chill and carefree. When a dead leaf falls, you suddenly look up and find that all the trees have lost all their leaves.
Without the decoration of leaves, the branches are particularly clear and solid. Staggered branches become the real content of the tree, swaying in the north wind, concise and capable. Winter came before you know it.
When the autumn harvest farmers put the rice into the granary and just sowed the wheat seeds in the field, winter came quietly and cleaned up everything. Weeds on the ridge are very clean, and there are no decorative coats of crops and plants in the ridge. Aside from the trivial details between fields, beautiful curves are in front of us.
At the end of the field, the horizon is clear and vast. Winter returns truth and true colors to nature.
The earth opens its chest, revealing solid and hard soil without any cover. There is snow in winter, otherwise there will be no real winter.
Although El Nino gradually warms the earth again and again, there are always one or two snows that can cross the Yangtze River and reach the south bank. Some days, the fog will not disappear, and then the snow will flock.
Jiangnan people are very enthusiastic about snow. Although it will be muddy, there are always so many people going out, visiting parks and stepping on snow.
Just find a place, a rare photo spot at ordinary times. At this time, the most rogue is the child. They ran, rushed, hit, chased and never stopped, just like dogs in the country, playing fearlessly, even if they were covered in sweat and snow ... At this time, sparrows were quietly foraging.
Sparrows are calm, because all the life dormant in the snow is preparing for the dream of the coming year. Winter is like this, without too much packaging and decoration, everything is real, straightforward and natural.
Winter is a branch in the north wind, and winter is an open field. Winter, the demise of the demise, the gestation.
If the subject matter is suitable, you can increase or decrease the number of words according to your own situation.
6. Why didn't it snow this winter? Last summer, I went to the best local middle school. Sure enough, there are many different people in our class. They have different personalities, different life trajectories and their own unique brilliance. Speaking of my best friend, I think he should be a very good Juck Zhang. He is an excellent boy who can do anything. He has a tall nose, big eyes and white skin. We are all used to calling him "Prince Charming". He is cheerful and will never see his depressed side. He likes playing basketball and football, as if he had tried all the sports I know. What stands out about him is his "superman" eloquence, which always spouts many philosophical words. Let's comment on this. He has won the hearts of many girls. Next I want to introduce a girl. Her name is Mg. She can be described as a "stunning beauty". She has a Zhang Yuanyuan face, big eyes, long eyelashes, small mouth, slim figure and sweet voice. Wow, someone actually asked her: Are you still human? It is in this admiration and love that we began our life in Grade One. In a conversation, I asked Chao, "What do you think of magnesium?" "Do you like her?" Chao replied. "Well, it is a bit" Chao went away with a smile. I haven't talked to Chao much since then. He seems to be deliberately alienating me, without that kind of beautiful and sincere friendship. Until one time, when I learned from my classmates that Chao also liked magnesium, I was at a loss, which was like a bolt from the blue for me. Finally found the reason I've been looking for. But this reason is unacceptable to me. In the days to come, I began to actively alienate everyone around me, including Mg. Faced with this sincere friendship and this love, I chose to escape and retreat. I was really depressed these days and wanted to talk to a friend about my pain, but I couldn't. Those days, I lost sleep. I always think of that friendship that I can't give up. I keep this heartache in my heart, hoping it will die. With the passage of time, we have entered the first semester with such an embarrassing situation, and when my academic performance and health plummeted face to face, I followed blindly. Should I end this relationship, should I make it clear, should I change back to that cherished friendship, right? I decided to write it all down and draw a happy ending. I have been writing this five-page letter all night. I will give it to Chao in exchange for friendship. The next day, just when I wanted to make it work overtime by some means, I unexpectedly came to my desk and said that I was invited to the coffee shop next to the school. I kept the appointment on time and he arrived on time. We talked a lot and he arrived on time. He wanted to ask me out for a long time, but he didn't know how to ask. When I took out the paper, he said no. "I know what you wrote, you and Mg are the real lovers. You should treat her well! Otherwise, I will spare you! " Chao's launch surprised me. I didn't expect the final result to be. My heart is sour, but I am also very moved. In this way, day by day, my friendship with Chao remains the same, and we are still good brothers. This winter, the weather is very warm, because there is no snow this winter.
7. It doesn't snow in winter. It snowed heavily and thickly. The street is empty and few people are there. Soft silky snow hangs loosely on the treetops.
Bright white tired branches with their heads down, occasionally a gust of wind, are also small and delicate. It was gone before I felt it.
There is no one by the roadside. I was walking alone in the street. It snows heavily today. I didn't see the old man in a military coat. Maybe he's looking for a place to rest. I stopped in front of a building and saw him lying under an eaves surrounded by heating. There is a quilt under him. The snow didn't cross the steps, so put on his coat. He slept peacefully. When I was about to leave, a little girl ran out of the building. Her hand is in her hand. The next morning, I got up early and recalled everything last night. Maybe the old man finished his lunch box. Maybe every day, the little girl will bring food to the old man. The old man begged in the street every day, but his family didn't drive him away.
At this time, the snow is not so tight. I walked to the front of the building and saw the old man eating breakfast. At this moment, the little girl handed the old man a pot of hot water. Usually we don't treat beggars like this, and we have learned to give him money to get rid of him, but this family doesn't.
But to send food and warm love to the old people and melt the snow on the ground. At this time, it no longer snows in my heart.
It doesn't snow in winter. In the desolate northwest, there is a poor mountain village, where children have never been to school and don't know what the word "school" means.
However, that winter, everything changed. One day, a teacher came from the city. She said that she would give everything to these simple and lovely children.
The classroom is an earthen house on the verge of collapse, and the windows are made of paper. The cold wind in winter is easy to pour in, but the school is still open. On the first day, the children sat in the classroom with their schoolbags on their backs early, looking extremely excited, chattering and experiencing the taste of going to school.
But the teacher's eyes fell on a girl in the middle. Other students have a pen, a notebook and a book on their desks, but she only has one book. She always keeps her head down in class. "Dear, are you afraid of the teacher?" "... I ... I ... I'm afraid. "Her face is like a ripe apple, and her voice is almost inaudible. "Why?" The teacher touched her yellow hair and asked softly, "They all look down on me and think I am poor and don't want to play with me ..." Her face turned red. "The teacher doesn't hate you. As long as you can hold your head high in class, the teacher likes you."
"Really? ! "Those lovely eyes lit up, and the black eyes on the yellow thin face were full of tears of surprise. After that, she changed her mind. She never bows her head in class, always answers questions positively and bravely, and always hears her sweet laughter after class.
The weather is tens of degrees below zero, and that hut is always summer, full of bright reading and crisp singing. The world is always changing, but I can't know that misfortune will come to her weak body when I am immersed in happiness.
Xiao Kexin sobbed all the way to the teacher that day and knelt down when he entered the door. "Teacher, my father won't let me go to school. He said it was useless for girls to go to school. It is better to get married early ... "Looking at the tearful heart, the teacher was shocked. "There is no such father in the world!" After her constant persuasion, Xiao Xin finally returned to school after a long separation. The young mind was once again infected by the teacher's love, and the darkness was lit up by the teacher again and again. Looking at the snowflakes flying outside the window, the child's heart is burning with a fire.
There was no snow that winter.
9. Winter composition without snow in the eyes 200 words Has there ever been a winter without snow? If not before, will there be this year? If there is, that would be great! Looking out the window, what kind of happiness is floating in my mind? Far away, I drew a picture in my mind-a winter without snow. Just thinking, a cold object landed on my face. When I came to my senses, it was snowflakes. Ah, it's snowing. Of the four seasons, I don't like winter. I especially hate snowy winter. Maybe it's romance I don't understand. I always feel a little sad when I watch my classmates cheering in the snow. That only means it's getting colder. "What is snow like? The difference between sprinkling salt in the air cannot be imitated, but if the catkins are blown by the wind. " "Six flying flowers came into the room and sat watching the green trees turn into beautiful branches." Some students are chanting ancient poems to praise the snow. Do they really know how to appreciate snow? I always feel that this goose feather-like snow is disturbing me, and I can't help but recall the past. That winter, on a snowy morning, my father walked out of the house with a travel bag. Naive, I didn't know that my father had gone and would never come back. I thought it was just a business trip and I would come back in a few days. In the heavy snow, I ran to my father's side, pulled her and asked in a low voice, "Dad, when will you come back?" Dad gently shook off my hand, looked up at the snowflakes flying all over the sky and said with a straight face, "It didn't snow that winter, so I will go back." After that, I left without looking back. Looking at my father's distant back, I stood there for a long time. Day after day, year after year, it snows heavily every winter. At this moment, just when I was upset about the sudden heavy snow, I saw one. Standing in the snow, she looks even weaker. Although holding an umbrella, relentless snow still flies on her body and falls on her hair, clothes and even her neck. My mother came to pick me up again. Whenever this time, I always feel a warm current flowing from my heart and from my eyes. Alas, when will there be a winter without snow? It's snowing again this year, and I'm looking forward to it again. I look forward to a winter without snow next year.