Quanzhou winter descriptive essay

1. A 600-word essay on Quanzhou’s winter

As a native of Quanzhou, would you pay attention to the clusters of blooming eryngium flowers on the treetops on the windowsill? Lying in the warm embrace of winter, the ancient city of Citong has such a vibrant embellishment that it will not be sparse and monotonous.

Although it is a warm winter, the gentle and gentle Jiangnan people still prefer to stay in a comfortable nest. Until the thorn tree flower stick sent by my friend fell into my palm like a feather, with the delicate stamens carrying the line of Juanjuan font "Warm as spring, there will eventually be a time when hundreds of flowers are blooming."

I was chewing these maxims carefully at the table, but I had mixed feelings. This is also the season.

Last year, my aunt took me to visit Cai’s ancient residence. I still have a vague impression of the scene there.

They stand in isolation on the wasteland, with a slight sense of loneliness on the facade, like an old man entering his twilight years. The "Liu Fang Eternal" on the plaque on the main entrance has long been mottled, and the swallow's nest on the beam has long been crumbling.

However, it seemed like a big warm hand was pulling at my cold and indifferent nerves. The warm breeze passes by, and the fragrance of eryngium flowers assaults the mind, but there is also an indescribable sense of vicissitudes of life.

I followed my aunt in. After passing through the long porch, we arrived at what people in southern Fujian call the inner room.

The scene of my grandma fetching water from a deep well, boiling it, and making fragrant Tieguanyin for us on the pot floats out from the depths of my memory. But now I go to taste Tieguanyin, but it is as tasteless as white water. It is worth several hundred, but it is treated coldly by my tongue. It is really not worth it.

For a long time, I didn’t understand the reason why the fragrance of Tieguanyin was no longer there? I think the sleeping alleys between the ancient houses will tell you the answer. There are still "broken houses" with rafters like Cai's ancient residence in Quanzhou, in the heart of Quanzhou, where eryngium flowers cannot float in.

However, after several years, it was hollowed out bit by bit like a cave infested by termites. What is springing up from the ground is the tall buildings that are trying to catch up with the height of Shanghai.

Occasionally, with a leisurely mind, I go to the open space where I played when I was a child, but it is very unpleasant. It was late at night, and grandpa would always bring a few cups of good tea, along with a few of us children, and slowly walk into the dim alley.

There are chess friends, poker friends, and tea friends that he has made there. There are really no friends there. And I always dig out the foxtail grass next to the mud corner and hide it in the cracks of the knocked bricks.

If grandpa is in a happy mood, he will clap his hands and sing Nanyin. The deep rhyme tune and the faint fragrance of tea will make us, a group of children who are not familiar with the world, hug together and fall asleep soundly. Thinking about it carefully, I was sipping Tieguanyin out of line with the tea ceremony. The charm of tea is indeed as long as a thread, which I will never forget.

I looked up suddenly and saw that I was alone, caught between the remaining walls. Raising my head slightly, a few rays of winter sunshine fell sparsely, hanging on the eaves. The hanging morning dew fell slowly along the window sill and along the black and white arms of the ancient house. It was a drop of desolate winter weather. Tears that cannot be wiped away in the wind.

I turned around and ran out, outside the ancient alley, and pulled myself to the eaves of the city lined with trees. I gasped for air, only to find the tears of the ancient city, the vicissitudes of life that could not be shaken off in winter, It disturbed my heart and could not calm down for a long time. Without the nourishment of ancient city culture, Quanzhou, which is surrounded by warm winters, is as bubbling as a spring, but it makes people feel chilly in the belly.

The winter in Quanzhou has the warmth of a mother. Pedestrians can still see the cotton-like eryngium at the corner of the street, leaning over to kiss your cheeks.

Suddenly, the chill was gone. Beautiful Erythrina, please don't be partial. Since you have given it to foreign cultures, you should also give it to the local culture! Tomorrow, the delicate Erythrina no longer hovers weakly and bonelessly over the winter sky in Quanzhou. Instead, there will be a warm and fertile cultural soil, allowing beauty to be rooted in the hearts of Quanzhou people.

Winter in Quanzhou is as warm as spring. I hope that while it makes Erythrina red, it can also awaken the lazy cultural awareness of Quanzhou people, making tea have a long lasting charm, ancient houses shine, Nanyin fluctuate, and puppets come to life.

Warm as spring, there will eventually be a time when all the flowers are blooming. 2. Quanzhou Winter Scenery Composition

Winter is coming, and everyone puts on thick coats and scarves.

Hat.

Go to work and go to school, and this is the winter scene in the north. Winter in the north and winter in the south are simply two different worlds.

The winter in the north is covered with snow, and everywhere is covered with snow. The vast expanse of snow is like being covered with layers of thick, soft cotton; in the distance, The snow-capped mountains and white clouds intertwined together to form a fairyland-like scene. The river water will also form a thick layer of ice, like smooth glass, and the whole thing becomes a natural skating rink.

However, winter in the south is a completely different scene. Take Quanzhou for example! There is no snow in Quanzhou, the green leaves are still hanging on the branches, and the gentle wind blows, without any coolness. The air of the winter scene in Quanzhou still smells of sunshine, and a refreshing fragrance of rice fills the air with a sweet scent. The warmth penetrates into every cell under every inch of the skin, making the whole body comfortable.

The winter night in Quanzhou is another scene. Winter nights seem very "quiet" but in fact they are not.

The wind at night in winter is different from the wind in the morning. The wind carries a bit of chill and blows through the treetops. It only makes the big trees and small trees sway like a tumbler.

Quanzhou’s winter scenery is like a watercolor painting! The boundary between heaven and earth is so beautiful: the mountains in the distance are green, the sky is blue, and even the water sings a song naughtily, echoing the blue sky, white clouds, gentle breeze and green grass.

The four seasons in Quanzhou: warm in spring, lively in summer, quiet in autumn. What about winter? . 3. A 600-word essay on winter in Quanzhou

As a native of Quanzhou, would you pay attention to the clusters of blooming eryngium flowers on the treetops on the windowsill? Lying in the warm embrace of winter, the ancient city of Citong has such a vibrant embellishment to prevent it from being sparse and monotonous.

Although it is a warm winter, the gentle Jiangnan people still prefer to stay in a comfortable nest. Until the Erythrina flower stick sent by my friend fell into my palm like a feather, with the delicate stamens carrying the line of Juanjuan font "Warm as spring, when hundreds of flowers will finally bloom." I carefully looked at the table Chewing these few maxims, I have mixed feelings.

This is also the season. Last year, my aunt took me to visit Cai's ancient residence. I still have a vague impression of the scene there. They stand in isolation on the wasteland, with a slight sense of loneliness on their facades, like an old man entering his twilight years. The "Liu Fang Eternal" on the plaque on the main entrance has long been mottled, and the swallow's nest on the beam has long been crumbling. However, it seemed like a big warm hand was pulling at my cold and indifferent nerves. The warm breeze passes by, and the fragrance of eryngium flowers assaults the mind, but there is also an indescribable sense of vicissitudes of life. I followed my aunt in. After passing through the long porch, we arrived at what people in southern Fujian call the inner room. The scene of my mother fetching water from a deep well, boiling it and brewing the fragrant Tieguanyin for us on the pot floats out from the depths of my memory. But now I go to taste Tieguanyin, but it is as tasteless as white water. It is worth several hundred, but it is treated coldly by my tongue. It is really not worth it. For a long time, I didn't understand the reason why the fragrance of Tieguanyin was no longer there?

I think the sleeping alleys between the ancient houses will tell you the answer. There are still "broken houses" with rafters like Cai's ancient residence in Quanzhou, in the heart of Quanzhou, where eryngium flowers cannot float in. However, after several years, it was hollowed out bit by bit like a cave infested by termites. What is springing up from the ground is the tall buildings that are trying to catch up with the height of Shanghai. Occasionally, with a leisurely mind, I would go to the open space where I played when I was a child, but it was very unpleasant.

It was late at night, and grandpa would always bring a few cups of good tea, along with a few of us children, and slowly walk into the dim alley. There are chess friends, poker friends, and tea friends that he has made there. There are really no friends there. And I always dig out the foxtail grass next to the mud corner and hide it in the cracks of the knocked bricks.

If grandpa is in a happy mood, he will clap the board and sing Nanyin. The deep rhyme tune and the faint fragrance of tea will make us, a group of children who are not familiar with the world, hug together and fall asleep soundly. Thinking about it carefully, I was sipping Tieguanyin out of line with the tea ceremony. The charm of tea is indeed as long as a thread, which I will never forget.

I looked up suddenly and saw that I was alone, trapped between the remaining walls. Raising my head slightly, a few rays of winter sunshine fell sparsely, hanging on the eaves. The hanging morning dew fell slowly along the window sill and along the black and white arms of the ancient house. It was a drop of desolate in winter. Tears that cannot be wiped away in the wind. I turned around

I ran out of the ancient alley and pulled myself to the eaves of the city lined with trees. I gasped for air, only to find the tears of the ancient city, the vicissitudes of life that could not be shaken off in winter. It disturbed my heart and could not calm down for a long time.

Without the nourishment of ancient city culture, Quanzhou, which is surrounded by warm winters, is as bubbling as a spring, but it makes people feel chilly in the belly.

The winter in Quanzhou has the warmth of a mother. Pedestrians can still see the cotton-like eryngium at the corner of the street, leaning over to kiss your cheeks. Suddenly, the chill was gone. Beautiful Erythrina, please don't be partial. Since you have given it to foreign cultures, you should also give it to the local culture!

Waiting for tomorrow, the delicate Erythrina no longer hovers weakly and boneless in the winter sky of Quanzhou. Instead, there will be a warm and fertile cultural soil, allowing beauty to be rooted in the hearts of Quanzhou people.

Winter in Quanzhou is as warm as spring. I hope that while it makes Erythrina red, it can also awaken the lazy cultural consciousness of Quanzhou people, making tea have a long lasting charm, ancient houses shine, Nanyin fluctuate, and puppets come alive.

Warm as spring, there will eventually be a time when all the flowers are blooming. 4. An essay describing winter of about 600 words

There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery, and I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter the most. In winter, when the snow falls heavily, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of white snow give people a cool and soothing feeling. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, even my soul is being purified, becoming pure and beautiful.

The snow at dusk is deep, as if there are thousands of emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, able to submerge everything, and there is a sense of excitement like uncovering the hidden heads and revealing the tail. The snowflakes come in various shapes and are crystal clear, like warriors on an expedition, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing on a long voyage...

The scenery in the snow is extremely magnificent, between heaven and earth. It was completely monochromatic, and only a piece of silver could be seen, as if the whole world was decorated with silver.

After the snow, the continuous white snow decorates the world. The green branches and jade leaves, and the pink and jade bricks are all of the same color. It is really a gratifying scene of auspicious snow and a good year.

I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter even more. Winter is the growth ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

Winter in Hometown"

This winter, I came to my hometown with dense water networks. Maybe I am used to city life, and the scenery in my hometown has its own charm.

The winter in my hometown is beautiful, but there is no elegant scenery of flying snowflakes and magnificent scenery of heavy snowfall. Only the beautiful rivers and ancient bridges decorate my hometown.

A thin layer of ice lies on the river in the morning, like a quilt given by the earth to the river, and like a crystal mirror for the people in my hometown, reflecting the honest and kind faces of the people in my hometown. . After being in the sun for a long time, this thin layer of ice slowly melted away, revealing a dancing silver ribbon. Glittering under the sunlight, like delicate little flowers dotted on a silver belt, and like tiny waves in the sea, holding a hazy and beautiful dream. Where the high points are concentrated, it looks like little dancing girls doing group exercises. It is also like a flickering sky, which is refreshing and refreshing. Small bridges stand on this golden chain. Looking from a distance, there is a bridge on the river and a bridge in the river, forming a circle, like the moon on the fifteenth night, bright and beautiful.

Blow by the breeze, the river water ripples like silk threads in women's hands, shining brightly. Looking at the dazzling place again, it turns out that it is ice that has not yet melted.

There are already large green grasses beside the river. People in my hometown always think that tomorrow will be spring. Although their wishes may not come true immediately, they are not anxious, because with such a beautiful winter, why should they hope for anything else? A group of lively and lovely ducks sang happily by the river, and bunches of white reeds trembled and trembled in the wind, as if they were looking at the winter river. In the sky, handsome swallows circled in circles, as if dancing ballet, and bright red flags fluttered in the wind.

At this time, the children in my hometown always like to come to the river. The men throw stones and the women pick reeds. They are all as happy as blooming camellias.

Ah, what a charming scenery, what a winter style painting.

I am infatuated with you, the winter in my hometown... 5. Composition describing winter 500

The fun of winter

Grandpa Dong hurriedly took over Miss Qiu’s shift , came to us, it brought the biting cold wind, and brought the scene of dead branches freezing cold, making us feel that winter is coming!

When I woke up in the morning, the sky was filled with heavy fog. Milky white fog enveloped the earth, and there was a vast expanse of white everywhere. Walking on the road, you can't see people clearly from dozens of steps away; looking through the thick fog, the buildings and trees ahead can only be vaguely visible. In the fog, I heard the sound of cars but could not see anyone. Only the car lights were like eyes, blinking.

The coldness brought by winter is everywhere. Even when it is sunny and windless, the sky is dry and cold. Bare trees stood pitifully on both sides of Jiangbin Road, and the once-vibrant grass finally failed to hold on and turned yellow. The little flowers on the grass also fell asleep. The north wind blows, and the small trees struggle in the cold wind; the grass crawls on the ground, as if afraid of the sudden cold wind.

In such cold weather, you can also see some strong people who are not afraid of the cold wind. In front of the campus flag stand, green figures flashed. There are rows of graceful cypress trees. In the cold winter, the cypress trees are so rich, green and full of vitality. Along Jiangbin Road, there are many iron trees planted. Its narrow, slender leaves shine green in the biting cold winter, adding greenery to the white winter and embellishing the cold winter.

The early morning in winter is very lively. In Jiangbin Park, people exercising can be seen everywhere. In the vast mist, figures kept shaking. The young people dress like athletes and are all in high spirits. They were running and jumping, full of energy and enthusiasm. The elderly also walked out of their homes, stretching their hands on the grass, kicking their legs, and jumping from time to time. Even though they are old people, they are no worse at exercising than young people. They fight tenaciously against the biting cold. Looking over there, even the seven- and eight-year-old children were exercising in a decent manner along with the adults. They were running out of breath and steaming from their heads. Look, what a vibrant winter!

I like winter because it can temper people's will and make people stronger. Winter is finally here! 6. A 600-word essay describing winter

Some people like the spring when the flowers are blooming, some like the passionate summer, some like the fruitful autumn, but I like the winter when the snowflakes are flying.

Sister Qiu completed her mission and walked away happily, and brother Dong also came to the world happily.

Winter is the season of war. People wrap the "little butterflies" sent by God to the world into balls and happily throw them to the children. Then, the children come back again, and they are so happy. What are you doing? Oh, it turned out they were having a snowball fight.

Winter is the season for making snowmen. The children picked up a small snowball

and ran and rolled on the snow. After a while, Xiao Xiaoqiu, a primary school student, transformed into a child. , turned into a beautiful little snowman, with a straight back, like a chubby little doll.

The children surrounded it and jumped happily. Jumping.

Winter is the season for skating. It passed by a large puddle. When the water in the puddle saw winter, it was like a considerate little girl. They transformed themselves into Become a crystal clear "mirror". Let Dong urge people to play on his body. A group of people put on roller skates and chased and played on the ice. Their laughter spread to thousands of households. People were also intoxicated with joyful laughter.

When winter comes to the fields, Xiaomiao is covered with a thick quilt to let her sister spend a warm winter. Seeing this scene, I not only think of the proverb "Winter wheat cover" Three-layer quilt, sleeping with steamed buns on my pillow in the coming year. "It's true that the auspicious snow heralds a good harvest. The coming year will definitely be a good harvest."

When winter comes on the streets, people put on beautiful down jackets, like colorful little mushrooms. When they move around, they look like a cable car suspended by a rope. On both sides of the street, dense pines and cypresses are like soldiers guarding everyone. Let people not get hurt at all.

Winter, what a lively name, brings joy to people, a good harvest, and unlimited joy. I like winter. 7. Quanzhou West Lake Park is composed according to spring, summer, autumn and winter

Spring, summer, autumn and winter in People’s Park

Spring, summer, autumn and winter in People’s Park

People’s Park The scenery is very beautiful, but it is even more beautiful in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

In spring, Xiaocao took off his thick white coat and put on green clothes. The big trees have also turned green, and the branches of the willow trees seem to have plucked off all their white hair and sprouted new green hair. The heavy snow has also melted, and the frozen river water has begun to flow again. The spring in People's Park is really beautiful.

In summer, the sun shines on the big trees, and the leaves seem to shine brightly. There is no wind at all, and the willow trees also like to find the sun, which is very comfortable. The summer in People's Park is really scorching.

In autumn, the big trees seemed to feel very cold. The leaves turned yellow and fell one after another. The fallen leaves were blown by the autumn wind, flying like butterflies, and soon fell to the ground. Every tree It's like catching a cold. A lot of yellow leaves have fallen, and they feel soft and soft when stepped on, like a yellow carpet. Autumn in People's Park is really refreshing.

In winter, the leaves put on white coats again, and the river is flowing happily, but it cannot withstand the cold wind. In the cold wind, the river freezes again...

Spring in the Park Summer, autumn and winter are so beautiful! ! 8. Composition describing winter

Heavy snow comes with the cold winter. The streets seem to be made of silver, so bright and glorious. The long icicles hang like crystal daggers in front of the eaves. The breath of pedestrians also turned into puffs of white smoke. Because the snow is silvery white. And snow is a symbol of winter, a symbol of winter. It is very familiar to northerners. But the snow that just fell seemed so strange because it was the first snow this year. The first snowfall every winter makes people feel both strange and familiar, but this year the first snowfall came too early and is different from previous years. This snow makes people feel autumn - this mature girl seems to have not stopped her footsteps in this bustling city, and then hurriedly left quietly as if going to some banquet. She used Before anyone was aware of her presence, she disappeared unknowingly. Then came winter. I don't seem to be energetic at all in winter, I always feel groggy, every day. No, sometimes the sun will show up and bring people some warmth, but in this season, the power of snow is still better than the sun, because it is winter after all.

In the early morning, when I opened the curtains, I was surprised: what a world made of pink and jade, jade carved from ice, and covered in silver. Everything was white. Take a closer look at the snow: fluffy and shiny. , floating to the ground and still emitting dazzling and fragmented light, making you have to squint your eyes to appreciate this magnificent snow scene. It is early winter now, and a thin layer of white snow, like a huge soft woolen blanket, covers the path of the small courtyard. Obviously. Snow came to the world quietly from the world above the clouds in the middle of the night. The snow started to fall again.

Small snowflakes fell from the sky, like catkins, reed catkins, and dandelions with downy seeds. They flew in the air and fell gently. The shiny little snowflakes are blooming all over the sky, and the white snowflakes are floating! This reminded me of two poems: "Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed on the trees." I got dressed and decided to go out and take a look: the ground was covered with thick snow, it was so white and so pure that it made people feel... Can't bear to step on it. But someone had already stepped on a path in the middle, so I walked out of the small courtyard on that path... Looking around, the trees were put on white clothes, and the houses were put on new hats. The holly tree on the roadside has white snow hanging on its branches. Ho! The whole world is silvery white. The trees in the streets and alleys were covered with crystal snowflakes. The branches of the willows are covered with fluffy, shiny silver bars; while the green pines and cypresses are covered with heavy, fluffy snowballs. Rows and rows of big trees surround the road, shielding people from the wind and cold. The children chased and played among the trees, and bursts of laughter floated in the wind. Gradually, the snow fell heavier and heavier, and the wind was twisting the snow, and the clumps were flying one after another. In an instant, the sky and the earth were the same color, and the wind and snow filled the entire city. Snowflakes put a snow-white coat on the spruce, and the spruce is warm; snowflakes put a new hat on the house, making the house beautiful; snowflakes spread a long silver-white carpet on the earth, and the earth is sweet...

Although snow brings inconvenience to people's travels, people still like snow because it is white and pure. I hope there will be more snow this year, because I love snow... 9. A 400-word essay describing winter

The snow scene in winter

There are four seasons in a year, and each season is different. There are different views, but my favorite is the majestic view in the winter when it snows. In winter, when the snow falls heavily, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of white snow give people a cool and soothing feeling. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, even my soul is being purified, becoming pure and beautiful.

The snow at dusk is deep, as if there are thousands of emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, able to submerge everything, and there is a sense of excitement like uncovering the hidden heads and revealing the tail. The snowflakes come in various shapes and are crystal clear, like warriors on an expedition, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing on a long voyage...

The scenery in the snow is extremely magnificent, between heaven and earth. It was completely monochromatic, and only a piece of silver could be seen, as if the whole world was decorated with silver.

After the snow, the continuous white snow decorates the world. The green branches and jade leaves, the pink jade bricks, and the bright colors are really a gratifying scene of auspicious snow and a good year.

I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter even more. Winter is the growth ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope. 10. Composition describing winter

Jinan’s Lao She in Winter

For a person like me who is used to living in Peiping, it would be a miracle if there is no wind in winter; Jinan’s There is no sound of wind in winter. For someone like me who has just returned from London, it seems strange to be able to see the sun in winter; winter in Jinan is sunny. Of course, in tropical places, the sun is always so poisonous, and the loud weather is a bit scary. However, in the winter in northern China, Jinan is really a treasure for having warm and sunny weather.

Assuming there was sunshine alone, it would not be a surprise. Please close your eyes and think: an old city with mountains and water, all under the sun, sleeping warm and comfortable, just waiting for the spring breeze to wake them up, is this an ideal state? The hills completely surround Jinan, with only a gap in the north. This circle of hills is particularly cute in winter. It seems to put Jinan in a small cradle. They quietly and quietly say: "Don't worry, it will be warm here." Really, the people of Jinan are very cute in winter. With a smile on his face. As soon as they looked at those hills, they felt like they had a sense of stability and support.

When they saw the mountains from the sky, they unknowingly thought: "Maybe tomorrow will be spring, right? With such warmth, maybe the mountain grass will turn green tonight?" Even this fantasy cannot be realized for a while, and they don't Urgent, because in such a merciful winter, why would you want anything else!

The best thing is a little snow. Look, the dwarf pine on the mountain is getting more and more black, and there are white flowers on the top of the tree, like a Japanese nurse. The top of the mountain is all white, giving the blue sky a silver edge. On the hillside, the snow is thicker in some places, and the grass is still exposed in some places. In this way, one side is white and the other is dark yellow, giving the mountains a floral dress with water patterns; look, this floral dress seems to have been blown by the wind. The child blows, making you wish to see a little more beautiful mountain skin. When it was almost sunset, the yellowish sunshine slanted on the mountainside, and the thin snow seemed to be shy suddenly, revealing a little pink. It’s just a light snowfall, Jinan can’t stand heavy snowfall, those hills are so delicate!

Ancient Jinan is so narrow inside the city and so spacious outside. There are small villages on the hillside, and there is snow on the roofs of the small villages. Yes, this is an ink painting by Zhang Xiao, maybe a famous hand painting from the Tang Dynasty. Yes.

As for the water, not only does it not freeze, but it steams up on the green algae. The algae is so green, and

uses up all the green that has been saved throughout the year. The clearer the sky is, the greener the algae is. With this green spirit, the water cannot bear to freeze, and those long-branched weeping willows still have to cast a shadow in the water! Look, slowly look up from the clear river water. The air, mid-air, and sky, from top to bottom, are all so clear and blue. The whole thing is an ethereal blue crystal. In this crystal, there are red roofs, yellow grass mountains, small gray tree shadows like small clusters of flowers on the carpet; this is Jinan in winter.