Write a composition about winter things.

1. Writing stories in winter It's very cold in the north. Whenever the raging northwest wind strikes, the annual winter vacation is coming.

The final exams of all schools were held as scheduled. Wu answered all the papers, walked out of the teaching building and looked at the dark night. He felt unspeakable comfort and joy in his heart, and the long-lost holiday finally arrived.

Wu is a junior two student. He likes studying, and his grades are certainly not bad. However, learning is not its favorite.

After the exam, Wu Mai walked home with light steps. As soon as she entered the room, she went straight to the bedroom. She carefully closed the door and turned on the computer. After dinner, she continued to swim online. When she got up to wash, the window was silent. Wu lay in bed and fell asleep with a sweet smile.

That night, Wu slept soundly and had many good dreams. Wu was still dreaming when his mother came home from work.

"Little slacker, get up! Look at the time! " Mother patted Wu wrapped in a thick quilt.

Wu rubbed his eyes and looked at his mother whose cheeks were red with cold. "Oh, it's time to get up."

After washing and dressing, I folded the quilt, read a book for a while, and delicious food was served. As usual, the family gathered around the table, talking and laughing, enjoying the delicious food, and there was no special topic. Wu can't sit still. She ate a meal in a hurry, sat in front of the computer and opened the mailbox. "Unread mail: 0 Inbox". Wu seemed to think of something, and immediately found a small piece of paper, scribbled a few words and put it in a conspicuous position in his mother's bag.

In the afternoon, Wu did his homework at home alone after his parents went to work. She wrote absently for less than half an hour, and then she couldn't write any more. So she opened the mailbox, and the boring and annoying "0" still stood proudly among several Chinese characters. Helpless, Wu played a game. Somehow, Wu Lian, who has always been good at lianliankan, lost several games and lost 100 points. Frustrated, she closed the game program, clicked on the minimized email window at the bottom of the screen and refreshed the page. The bright red number "6" suddenly caught Wu's eye. Wu's heart was pounding and he couldn't wait to open the suspense and mystery of "6". In addition to five emails with the theme of "Mom received your greeting card", there is also a unique email with the theme of "Mom sent you a Netease greeting card". Wu's right hand trembled and moved the cursor to the corresponding position. The trembling index finger presses the left mouse button, and then slowly releases it. What she saw was not a greeting card, but an envelope. She forgot to click on the address of the greeting card in the envelope to check it. Click on the address, Wu finally saw the real greeting card, which read:

Dear daughter:

Mom knows that you are so keen on dancing, but it is a hobby after all. You know, the second half of senior two is very important for you …

Wu doesn't want to watch any more. The background music of the greeting card is very cheerful, but the more I listen to it, the more I feel my nose is sour, and tears suddenly fill my eyes. Blink of an eye, hot tears rolled down and hit the cold floor.

Wu will have a quiet winter vacation. She spent such a holiday more than once, but she still didn't adapt.

2. A composition written in winter suddenly came in winter, and the gorgeous sunshine made people's faces itch a few days ago. The red and yellow peaks are very beautiful against the blue sky.

The girls in the small town are still in full bloom of youth and fashion, but winter has come with an irreversible attitude. In a few gloomy days, the footsteps of winter soon reached the door.

The bustling city seems to be frozen in an instant, and fewer and fewer people ride bicycles. Pedestrians come and go in a hurry with their hands in their pockets, their heads down and their chins in their mouths, but the spacious tourist bus on weekdays is suddenly crowded with people wrapped up. The tall French phoenix trees on both sides of the street were stripped of their shiny skins.

When a few leaves in the street were swollen by the deep red rain, they hung silently on the branches. Next to the bus shelter, a couple hugged each other gently. The girl's hand is quietly inserted in the boy's cotton-padded pocket. The boy stood firm with his back against the cold north wind. The winter night is dark and long. Even in busy streets, people are making faces at each other.

Passing cars separate people, and not far away is a cold, mechanically separated steel torrent. The city where thousands of residents are hiding has no festive atmosphere.

On the contrary, there is something gloomy behind everyone. Luxurious streets are paved with bright and clean tiles, and flashing neon lights show off the beauty of modern cities to people coming and going, while beggars lying or lying in dark corners seem to be talking with people in a hurry.

Spring is full of birds and flowers, summer is sunny, autumn is fruitful, but winter is white, which makes people feel quiet and serene. It snows heavily in winter, and small snowflakes bounce down like elves, bringing a chill to people.

In winter, I added endless fun and gained a deep knowledge of English. When I was walking alone on the road, snowflakes fell gently on my hair, giving me a big chill. This is a cleaning lady who passed me by. She is about 30 years old. She has big watery eyes and a long ponytail. Her hands were red with cold and she had a big shovel in her hand. Her right hand holds the upper end of the broom and her left hand goes down a little. When she sweeps, her feet follow, just like dancing. She is wearing an ordinary coat.

I saw her sweep away the snow, but a strong wind brought back the snow that had just been swept away, so she had to sweep it over and over again until it was clean before sweeping other places. She swept for a while, then rubbed her hands back and forth and continued to sweep.

At this time, an old worker came again. She said, "You wear too little. Go home and wear another dress! " ! I'll sweep it for you! "But she pretended to be fine and smiled and said," I'm fine. I'm not cold. As long as I make a little contribution to people, I will keep sweeping no matter how hard and tired I am. "I looked at the snow on the ground, my nose was sour and I wanted to cry.

She continued to sweep up and gradually left me. I looked at her back and thought: this aunt is really good. She made me feel dedicated to my motherland. It turned out to be such a happy thing! Winter has passed and everything has revived. At this time, the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived again.

As long as I can remember, every year on this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my mother asked me to change into military spring clothes and take me to the grave with paper money. All the people who died in our family are buried in Biandan Mountain, which is far from my home. We have to transfer to several cars.

I remember going to the grave as a child was always very happy, because as soon as my mother burned paper money in front of the grave, I couldn't help myself and played everywhere until my mother dragged me into the car. I don't know when I started to sweep graves. I stopped playing and making trouble, but observed each grave one by one.

Once I found that there was no trace of burning paper money in front of a tattered grave. I was surprised, so I bent down and carefully recognized the words on the tablet, as if it were engraved with something like "I participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea before my death", and he was still a stranger! Hey, he should be buried in the martyrs' cemetery! Why are there no relatives' names on it? I ran to tell my mother curiously with questions. My mother didn't look up and said slowly, "Alas! Take some paper money to his grave! " I received a stack of paper money from my mother. I went to his grave and threw paper money into the fire, muttering, "No one has ever visited your grave. You must be lonely. Although I don't know your name or you, you must have been a hero, and now your bones have been exiled. Let me burn some paper money for you ... "At this moment, my hands gently support my shoulders. I looked back and saw that it was my mother, and she gently. Paper money is spinning in the fire. One, two, four ... This year is Qingming again. Because my mother has severe rheumatoid arthritis, she can't go to the grave, and she is not at ease if I go alone.

So we burned paper money outdoors, and my mother threw some paper money and said, "Dad! Go! Xiao Yuan (my uncle) is holding ... "When there was only the last pile of paper money left, my mother handed it to me and said," Xiao Yong, burn it for someone you don't know, alas! Unfortunately, no one gave him a grave. " ..... The fire reflected on my face, and I said to myself, "Rest in peace! When I come to Tomb-Sweeping Day next year, I will definitely give you a grave! " A gust of wind blew away the burnt ashes of paper money ... winter is a cold mirror at night, with a hint of cold.

In this season, the impression is always particularly deep. If someone asks me what kind of season I like, I will not hesitate to answer: "winter."

I don't know why, I'm always curious about winter, and I always have special feelings for winter. I don't understand my curiosity about winter, but I feel that I am inexplicably tied to it by the lifeline. It is like a magnet, and I am just a ball of light. As soon as it comes near, I will be held back by it.

But when it passed by, I lost my life and could only be like a deflated ball. Maybe because I was born in winter, I should like winter.

But I am always confused about it, and I will be touched inexplicably in winter. In my opinion, winter is the peak of memory, now.

3. Write a composition (have a snowball fight in winter)

The cold wind blows hard, and there is heavy snow all over the sky. They all danced in the air like elves. Then they fly to every corner of the world. They turn the world into a big stage and dance heartily. This scene symbolizes four words. What is this? By the way, it is: winter is coming!

This can make us children happy. Snowball fights and snowmen have become the most interesting things this winter. Today, my friends and I had a snowball fight in the park.

We divided into two teams to prepare for a snowball fight. Our ammunition engineers made ammunition quickly and well, and soon our ammunition depot was filled. When the war officially began, the enemy generals immediately led the death squads to our base camp, and I led the troops to resist stubbornly. The sky was covered with silvery white snow balls, and a beautiful arc landed on the enemy's head accurately. The enemy was defeated and fled by us. Proud, I immediately led an army to pursue victory. Who knows that the enemy's main force is already lurking in the front, just waiting for us fish to take the bait! We fell into the trap set by the enemy and were caught off guard by them.

Although we were deceived by the enemy, our soldiers are brave and tenacious people. They all fought in the snow, resisting the fierce attack of the enemy. Gradually, gradually, the enemy's offensive is getting stronger and stronger. Snowballs came at us with overwhelming force. Countless snowballs hit us, and our faces … even our hands were numb with cold. However, we refused to give up and never bowed to the enemy.

Finally, the enemy was shocked by our unyielding and courage, and the ammunition was used up unconsciously. Our soldiers burst into amazing strength one by one and returned everything they had just endured to each other. Everyone defeated the enemy in an instant, and we won! Everyone cheered, and everyone's face was filled with a bright smile. ...

In winter, you are children's favorite season, you are a season full of innocence, and you are a season full of laughter. We love you, winter!

This winter, it's not too cold.

It's always cold in winter in Beijing. Walking in the crowd, everyone wrapped themselves in cotton-padded clothes and hats. However, in this cold season of winter, I feel warm because of love.

It was a winter morning, and the sun was miserly hiding in the clouds. As usual, I carry a heavy schoolbag and walk to school. My home is on the second floor. I never take the elevator. On this day, the light in the corridor was broken. Walking into this impenetrable narrow corridor is like being blindfolded by a piece of black cloth. I can only see the outline of the scene through the faint light from the crack of the corridor door. I grabbed the handrail eagerly in the dark, and the iron handrail suddenly made me tremble with cold. I had to lean on the handrail tightly, with one foot poking gently, stepping on a step slowly, and the other foot following carefully. Although it is winter, I still feel hot and sweaty after a few steps. The dark corridor is particularly quiet, so quiet that I can hear my heartbeat, and an inexplicable fear gradually rises in my heart. I rubbed it down a little bit, while thinking angrily: what property, even the lights are not repaired, how dangerous! At this time, the exit door quietly opened, the corridor became bright, and a gray-haired grandmother came in. She took out the garbage, straightened up, looked up at me in the dark, and then pushed open the exit door. "Don't go!" I thought, I finally have someone to accompany me. I have to hurry up, hurry up, or I will be locked in this dark corridor as soon as my grandmother goes out! My steps suddenly accelerated. But grandma doesn't seem to be in a hurry to leave. Her whole body leaned against the door, and she struggled to pull out a hand and waved it at me. Wrinkled face opens out "Dragon Claw Chrysanthemum". I was even sadder to see her pretending to be relaxed. How tired it must be for an old woman to carry such a heavy door for me! But I am still far from the door, and the dim light makes me afraid to walk quickly. At this time, the door slowly pressed on grandma, and the lights were getting darker and darker.

I quickened my pace again, but I was so flustered that I couldn't help but stumble three times. "Slow down, son, or you'll fall!" Grandma said to me in her hoarse voice full of love. She stood behind the door, and her aging body pushed the door back. A cold wind blew from time to time in the corridor on the first floor, and grandma's thin body trembled in the wind, pushing the heavy iron gate with her thin hands like dead branches. Seeing this, I urged myself: "Hurry up, hurry up." I quickly alternate steps, and my heart is warm. All the dissatisfaction melted at this time and became a warm current, which flowed to the whole body. "Slow down, I'll wait for you!" Grandma's voice rang in my ear again. A warm current welled up in my heart again and went downstairs. I rushed to the heavy door at the entrance of the building, pushed him open with all my strength, held the door, and waited patiently for grandma to leave. Watching her stumble outside the building, I feel a sense of pride and unprecedented warmth and happiness.

Love is passed from one person to another. I always believe that the world is beautiful and love is interlinked. What others gave us, we should get double reward. This winter is really not cold.

5. Write a story about people in winter. Almost 300 words. Almost a winter story. My mother quickly helped me get dressed, picked me up and ran outside. I didn't even wear a coat, only a few thin sweaters. It's so cold outside that I can't help shivering. It's very cold at night in winter. However, it can bring people more warmth. I sat on the stone steps downstairs and looked at the stars. There is not much movement around: the sky is gloomy, the north wind is blowing, and the short hair on my forehead is blowing: there are not many stars, and the stone steps are cold and cold, as if everything is silent, only two or three light areas are on. All this reminds me of a night last winter. I took off my coat at dusk. At night, I gradually feel as if my body is burning and very hot. At first I thought it was sports fever, but I felt something was wrong more and more, so I told my mother. My mother touched my forehead and shouted, "Mao Dan, you have a fever! Why is it so hot? I was so worried! It is so late! I wonder if there is a doctor! My mother came to the nearest clinic and knocked at the door with all her strength. There was no response and there was no one inside. My mother came to another clinic, and the result was exactly the same as the first clinic. Nobody answered the door for a long time. The next clinic is the same. It's really "a hundred mountains without birds, a thousand paths without footprints!" Finally, "good things are much ground! My mother found out that a clinic was closing. My mother shouted, "Don't close the door! Don't close the door! ''。

I finally got treatment. At this time, I discovered that in the cold winter, my mother would sweat as big as beans. Looking at my mother's busy figure for me, my eyes blurred and a warm current came to my mind.

6. composition: one thing in winter needs more than 600 words, not too good. Adopt you. Great!

The topic is the eyes of the article. A good topic can attract readers' attention and make them have endless associations.

So how to draw up a good topic for the composition? Here are some common methods.

First, rhetoric uses figures of speech to imitate problems.

Metaphor: Father's love is a mountain, the pomegranate in May is as red as fire, and I am a happy little fox. Father's love lifts me over the railing of fate.

Exaggeration: the world is not home, a pancake covers the whole world, and the snake swallows the elephant, which is bold.

Contrast: big stories of little people, red and black, for forgotten memories, city people, country people.

Q: "Do you have a weak heart?" "Who is Ah Q?" "Who moved my cheese?" "What did you learn today? 》

Personification: winter's story, mosquito's confession, mantis's secret, honest wandering.

Rhetorical question: "Does Lei Feng really have no hukou?" I am a poor student. Is it easy for me? ""a dou couldn't help it. Who's to blame? 》

Irony: I'm a silly girl. I want to be a poor student. I'm actually stupid. Dad, I don't want to be your daughter.

Imitation words: Niu Teacher's Cow Temper and Huaihua Love in Huaihua Village.

Duality: "born in sorrow, died in happiness", "thinking, thinking; Dry, down-to-earth ","short feet, long inches "

Paibi: the mountain, the man, the dog, the bridge, the running water, the man, the jujube tree, my father and I, the rain drops, the dew and the tears.

Transfer: sparkling shot put, the soul of eating some ice cream.

Call: please untie me, I am eager to be loved, teacher, please listen to me and help me.

Second, the mystifying method deliberately uses the means of confusion and misunderstanding to attract attention.

For example, my first intimate contact with him, The Legend of the Caterpillar and Missing the Wolf.

Third, punctuation method uses punctuation marks to propose topics for composition.

For example: "Me? Me! " /kloc-the value of 0/0000 yuan =? ""Good girl? Bad girl? "Fire, fire! 》

Fourth, the algebraic method borrows common algebraic expressions to ask questions.

For example, sincerity+trustworthiness = sincere friendship, 1+ 1=? "My PH=7" and "Reduce the burden ≠ Reduce the vice"

5. Imitation and application of French classics, articles and song titles.

For example: Diary of a Girl in Sha Fei, Who is my cutest person, Oh, Snow White, You at the Table, Mother's Kiss.

Sixth, the reverse string method is used against common sense.

For example, the spring breeze leads many people over Yumen, and victory is the mother of success. It is beneficial to open books and scatter talents.

Seven, see the law from a small place, and raise the topic with trivial matters.

For example, seven matches, I am an orange, my favorite proverb, the moss is as small as rice.

Eight, borrow historical figures, events and social hot topics.

For example, the story of Elizabeth, the September 18th Incident in our class, the bloody monitor Bimai, my mother and I had a cold war. Why should we learn from Paul instead of Gates? My father is a migrant worker.

7. "The Story of Winter" The composition time keeps flowing, passing by us and flying over our heads. In the rush years, we will forget and ignore things that we think are unimportant. In fact, many of them are the most important warm and beautiful sunshine in our lives.

Every day, we get up and wash in a hurry. Eat in a hurry, go to school in a hurry, go home in a hurry, and finally rest in a hurry. The endless cycle makes our hearts numb, and we feel that life is a long movie. If you take some time to watch it calmly, you will find that you have neglected many valuable things.

Please look at the kitchen when we wake up in the morning. The white-haired mother was preparing breakfast, but we ignored a figure. Please stop and listen when we go out. My yellow mother is kindly telling us to be careful when going out. It turns out that we ignored a reminder. Although it is just a number and a reminder, what we ignore is the meticulous care of our mother.

When we are unhappy because of our unsatisfactory exam results, we don't cry at our desks. Please look up, a smile is blooming for us. Don't be depressed when we fall down because of the rough road. Please stand up and pat the dust. A pair of friendly hands are about to lift us up. Although it is just a smile and a helping hand, what we ignore is the warmest encouragement from our friends.

Please listen carefully when we accidentally hit a passerby while riding a bicycle. His kind words of "Never mind, pay attention next time" made us very grateful. When our hearts run a red light, a responsible gesture by the traffic coordinator always keeps us away from many dangers. Although it is just a word and a gesture, what we ignore is the most sincere help from others.

If the sadness, complaints and even anger in life are understood as winter, please don't ignore the warm and beautiful things that make us happy, make us strong and move us. These are sunshine that penetrates the cold wind and gives us light, heat and strength. In a hurry, pay more attention and calm, rediscover the warmth and beauty that have been forgotten and ignored, and continue to take the road of life in the future.

If you find it helpful, please adopt it! ! !

One thing that happened in winter is not less than 300 words. Snowflakes fluttered last night and fell the next night. My mother and I walked under the street lamp and saw snowflakes flying. I really want to jump into the beautiful "flying snow world", but they are obviously coming for me.

Back in the yard, the snow has accumulated a thick layer, and my mother went up by herself, leaving me alone in the yard. The snow lay quietly on the ground, and the bright lights of every household shone gently on the snow. Snow is too fragile to stand the strong light.

Standing alone on this stage of nature, looking at the silvery white snow under the light, I feel a kind of softness, a kind of warmth and an inexplicable excitement! I really want to dance; I want to spend freely again. How can I spend freely? I had to draw two arcs on the snow with my shoes, leaving pure footprints!

The next morning, when I opened the window, a fresh air came to my face, and then I saw a world wrapped in silver. Great, the earth finally took off its dirty clothes and put on a white shirt! I ran downstairs as fast as I could and stood in the snow. I really want to hug and kiss Xue, but I can't. However, I have to thank the winter messenger for the gift! So, on the white "drawing board", I wrote my own message:

"Good snow! Let it snow harder!

-the words of a boy with childlike innocence "

In terms of messages, I made a snowman. I hope that the messenger of winter can see all this, and I hope that all this can represent my gratitude for winter.

At noon, my handwriting, Snowman, was quickly destroyed. Coupled with the strong sunshine, the delicate light snow soon turned into water. This is exactly the old saying, "Good flowers don't bloom often, and good times don't often." So, my mood is a little lost.

Campus is full of vitality in spring, summer and autumn. What does the snow in winter bring us?

On Thursday night, the first snow of 2009 came quietly. At night, under the heavy snow, flowers and trees put on a white dress, branches propped up snow-white snowballs, and flowers and plants fell asleep in the warm quilt. In the morning, the students opened their dim eyes and saw the "platinum" on the ground. They can't help but be surprised: nature is really a generous philanthropist!

After class, we saw the wonderful scenery on the lawn and couldn't help flying to the lawn to play games such as "goddess scattering flowers", "snowball fight" and "making a snowman". Watching the falling snowflakes quietly fall on my hair, I was envious and jealous.

We were as happy as crazy. You chased me and played, and laughter echoed over the campus. I gently picked up a handful of snow and made it into a small snowball, but the chill on the snow slipped into every cell of my body, making me feel cold and comfortable.

But it is also cruel, and it slipped away without making us happy for a while. I am very complaining in my heart, but when I recall that everyone sprinkled crystal snowflakes on others to make a small and exquisite snowman, that kind of heartfelt smile will remain in my childhood memory forever.

Snowflake's life is short, but it left us the most wonderful moment, so there is no regret.

Look, it's snowing! "I was attracted to the corridor by the sound. When I 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 in front of 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're great. I can hear the happiness in their lives.

When it snows again, let's stand by the window and listen to a life legend.