A composition describing snow in winter

It snowed all night, and when I got up in the morning, the goose feather-like snow was still flying all over the sky, and it was white everywhere. The earth, trees and buildings ... are all covered with thick silver suits, just like Snow White's fairy tale world.

These lovely "elves" jumped into the arms of "Mother Earth", some were touched by trees, some were still searching in the air, some "elves" quietly flew to my window, and I caught them with my little hand. It is so cool and comfortable!

Trees, floors, balconies and flowers are covered with thick snowflakes, just like a warm quilt.

The little snowflake keeps changing direction. Teacher Feng will take them to the East and the West for a while ... to find their mother, and when they are tired, they will rest on their uncle's shoulders. When I ran away from home, I temporarily lived in a house with ancient paintings. The snow stopped when we finally found our home. Grandpa Sun laughed for a long time, and we all went out, made snowmen, had snowball fights and skipped around. The whole snow became an ocean of joy.

A work describing the snow scene in winter

There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.

The snow at dusk, deeply cut, seems to be inextricably linked with emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and there is a sense of * * * like uncovering the head and tail. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...

The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.

After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow.

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

Write a composition about snow in winter. It snowed all night, with more than 400 words. When I get up in the morning, the goose feather-like snow is still flying all over the sky, and there is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere. The earth, trees and buildings ... are all covered with thick silver suits, just like Snow White's fairy tale world.

These lovely "elves" jumped into the arms of "Mother Earth", some were touched by trees, some were still searching in the air, some "elves" quietly flew to my window, and I caught them with my little hand. It is so cool and comfortable!

Trees, floors, balconies and flowers are covered with thick snowflakes, just like a warm quilt.

The little snowflake keeps changing direction. Teacher Feng will take them to the East and the West for a while ... to find their mother, and when they are tired, they will rest on their uncle's shoulders. When I ran away from home, I temporarily lived in a house with ancient paintings. The snow stopped when we finally found our home. Grandpa Sun laughed for a long time, and we all went out, made snowmen, had snowball fights and skipped around. The whole snow became an ocean of joy.

Write a composition in winter (but it doesn't snow), about 600 words, similar to Chongqing: by the time I get to my hometown, it's already dusk. My body is still bumping and my thoughts are still flying, but the bus suddenly gave me a meal, carrying a bag in one hand and my feet have set foot on my hometown.

The snow is still rustling and the air is getting colder and colder. Looking around, Dida in eastern Anhui has become a world of ice sculptures and snow sculpture. Nomura wasteland and cold forest haystacks are covered with thick quilts, dreaming sweet dreams under the protection of heaven, everything is silent, and even their even breathing can be heard. The mist in the wilderness and the smoke from the kitchen in the village merged into a sad Leng Yun, hovering at the junction of heaven and earth, as if interpreting a sad love myth. Only occasionally, a few cattle and sheep cry leisurely, telling me that this is the countryside, the sunset in my hometown for a long time, and the prelude to another quiet and peaceful night. Let me, as a wanderer, visit again with my footsteps all over Shan Ye and tap gently with my ups and downs.

I don't like the continuous snowfall in early 2008. Think about it, too. Even people who really love snow will be bothered by a heavy snow. First of all, the novelty will disappear. Moreover, the long-term cold white sky will make people feel monotonous, not to mention the snowstorm that happens from time to time. I still can't get rid of the terrible car accident I saw on the road.

However, the twilight in my hometown can give me a lot of comfort. In my opinion, the sunset always gives people a profound artistic conception no matter where it is. Although it can make people think deeply and even enlighten their lives, there is always a sentimental mood. But when it comes to flying snow, it dilutes the sadness and reconciles the deep, leaving only the meaning of meditation lingering in their hearts, which is intoxicating. If you are in your hometown, there will be more warmth of family and fragrance of earth. Therefore, I love the sunset in my hometown infinitely. This feeling is a sense of belonging to life, just like the conversion of fallen leaves to roots, like the yearning of floating ducklings for mud, and more like the yearning for the harbor of a ship that has been drifting at sea for a long time. If hometown is a warm harbor, then the flying snow in the sunset is a gentle wave that soothes the ship's side and blows the sailor's face when the ship enters the harbor.

I walked slowly in the heavy snow, and the falling snowflakes creaked under my feet. The north wind hits me from time to time, and I scatter wet and cold snowflakes on my frozen face. I only walked for more than 10 minutes and found myself a white-haired old man, but my heart was full of infinite comfort.

Yes, this is my hometown, the hometown at dusk, the hometown at dusk, and the hometown that haunts me. Here, you can see warm fields, greasy young crops, warm villages and relatives who have left, hear the chirping of livestock and the singing of streams, breathe clean air, eat the most delicious food, throw all the noise of the city and the troubles of the world into the trash can, and realize spiritual detachment and spiritual rest. And these are the elements that make people settle down, and what is lacking is not a complete life.

Therefore, I am particularly attached to my hometown. For me, my hometown is more like the magnetic field of my mind, with eternal attraction. No matter how far the south of the Yangtze River is from the north, no matter the ups and downs of honor and disgrace, once mentioned or remembered, floating thoughts will cross the mountains and linger in my hometown. Some people say that people who are used to drifting will be tired if they stay in one place for a long time, even in their hometown. But because of my study and work, I seldom go home all the year round, and stay at home for five or six days at most, so I will always love my hometown. Every time I come and go in a hurry, in the end, home will always be a dream in my heart. I don't know whether it is a post station or a place where my life belongs. It seems that all the hardships and bitterness of wandering in a foreign land are for going home, but the reward is to go out better. Perhaps, the real wanderer is always on the road. A person's life is to go home and start, just like flax in nineteen ancient poems. When the north wind blows, the first thing that comes to mind is the place where he was born.

Floating life is like a dream, the world is covered with red dust, rivers and lakes carry restaurants, and the garden is full of snow at sunset. Today, I put aside the gains and sorrows of other places, achievements and sorrows, and I don't want to go in a few days. Everything is for going home. Let me open my arms, open my heart, enjoy the twilight in my hometown, listen to the voices of my loved ones, and truly be a child in my hometown. Just because this is the place where I was born and raised, just because I have the breath of this land, just because I have the genes of my relatives. As for whether I can see this holy snow scene when I leave, I am too busy to care. Thought of here, I can't help smiling at Bo Xue flying all over the sky.

Snow in Winter is about 300 words.

Xu zichang

I like the warmth of spring, the heat of summer and the coolness of autumn, but I prefer the snow in winter.

Open the door in the morning and look, wow! Pieces of white snow flowers dance in the air like white and lovely butterflies, and fall from the sky like hexagonal elves. They landed on the tree and the tree turned white. This is really "like a strong wind in spring, which blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees"! They landed on the house, and the house turned white. The house was as beautiful as the white castle in the fairy tale kingdom. They landed on the road, the road turned white, and the wide road became a silver river. Seeing this beautiful scenery, I couldn't wait to put on my cotton-padded clothes and gloves and ran out of the house quickly.

My little feet stepped on the quilt thick snow and made a "creak, creak" sound. Looking back, a string of naughty little footprints were left on the snow. At this time, I saw many people go out to enjoy the beautiful snow scene. My friends and I forgot the cold, made a snowman and had a snowball fight together. How happy we are! Suddenly I heard an old woman say, "Next year must be a bumper harvest year." I ran over and asked curiously, "Why?" Grandma said: "Because as the saying goes-this year wheat is covered with three quilts, and next year I will sleep with steamed bread." We laughed and believed that the farmer's uncle would have a good harvest next year.

I love the snow in winter, which beautifies our city; I love the snow in winter, which brings us endless happiness! I really want to turn into a beautiful snowflake to decorate my hometown in winter!

This is the biggest snow since the winter of this year, and it is also the heaviest snow in fifteen years.

Yesterday morning, snowflakes suddenly fell from the sky, a little at first, and gradually, I saw large snowflakes floating down from the cloudy sky like cotton flowers. The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and soon, the ground is white, the trees are white and the roof is white.

It snowed heavily all day. This morning, I opened the window and looked, ah, what a heavy snow! Looking from a distance, it seems that the community has become a fairy tale world full of poetry and painting. Glittering silver bars are hung on the trees beside the asphalt road, while those evergreen trees are covered with heavy snowballs. It's really "like a strong wind in spring, which blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees"! . The snow on the road is more than ten centimeters deep, and it makes a "creaking" sound when you step on it. Naughty children gently shook the branches, and snowflakes like jade fell on their heads, causing them to scream. The sun shines on the mushroom-shaped pine tree, some snow melts, and the rest of the snow lies on the tree like a lovely jade dog-it also wishes us a happy New Year!

I don't know when a lovely snowman piled up in front of the lawn next to the hole in the residential building. Some of them hold brooms, just like housewives; Some people wear "clothes" with buttons and wear bow ties gracefully, like an elegant gentleman; Some are ingenious, piling up a Fuwa Jingjing, which is simply lifelike; There is also a family of three snowmen, which is really cute!

As the saying goes: "Xue Rui's good weather", this heavy snow will definitely bring a good harvest this year!

In the 400-word composition of Snow in Winter, I saw a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth. Snowflakes fell from the sky, and white tents were pulled around, and the earth turned white at once. I can't help but think of a poem, "Like spring breeze, night comes and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". How beautiful!

Snow is as white as jade. Is it General Xiaotian sent by the Heavenly Palace or the jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing with ecstasy; Like a dandelion blown off; Like flying; Like a little white flower given by an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering leisurely, gently Ying Ying, is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the earth! I saw the snow in front of me as naughty as a butterfly, falling under the eaves for a while, falling on the branches for a while, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time.

It was snowing heavily, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, flying and hovering, or falling straight and quickly and laying on the ground.

Snow makes people feel that there is only one word-cold. The earth is silvery white and clean, but snowflakes still fall from the sky like catkins, cotton and goose feathers.

When it first snows, the snowflakes are often neither big nor dense, such as catkins that float lightly with the wind. The wind is blowing harder and harder, the snow is getting denser and denser, and the snowflake is getting bigger and bigger, like a white net, and things in the distance can't be seen clearly.

Snow covered roofs and roads, crushed branches, covered the appearance of various objects, blocked roads and traffic, and snowflakes flying all over the sky made heaven and earth melt into a white whole.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger. Xiaoyun became a thick white cloud, slowly rising, expanding and gradually covering the sky. It is snowing lightly. Suddenly, a large piece of snow fell. The wind roared and the snowstorm came. In an instant, the dark sky merged with Xue Hai, and everything was out of sight.

It's snowing. What a beautiful snowflake. When early winter comes, snowflakes report the coming of winter in time. After class, the students ran to the playground, some cheering, some jumping, and some opening their hands to pick up the flying snowflakes. Look, look, the snow has covered the earth. There is snow everywhere in the sky and on the ground. White land, white house, white forest.

Snow, I love you, and I love your purity. You decorated the earth with silvery white, and how beautifully you dressed it.

In the evening, large tracts of snowflakes fall from the dark sky. At the moment, mountains, rivers, fields and villages are all covered with snow.

On the willow tree with all the leaves, it is covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars; Evergreen pines and cypresses in winter and summer are full of fluffy pines and heavy snowballs.

Snow fairy waved her sleeves heartily; In the fluttering performance, the sky, the earth, the river and the mountain are pure and clean, and there is no quagmire.

Wow, I saw tiny and dense snowflakes falling between heaven and earth, the bigger and denser, like countless fairies spreading flowers to the world, conveying the blessings of spring. After a long time, the snow slowly stopped. I saw a thick layer of snow on the railings of the platform and promenade. The branches and leaves of the flowers in the flowerpot are supported by clouds of snow. The snow on the clothes rack is like a winding path. The snow on the red tile roof is like rows of piano keys, and rows of red tiles are covered with a layer of snow, which is so neat and amazing.

On the roadside, the snow covered the sidewalk with a white quilt, which left a string of footprints. Snow coats the trees with white, which makes them more powerful.

When the snow suddenly begins, the winter sun seems to have narrowed the distance with people, which is particularly clear and dazzling. But the temperature of the sun seems to be cooled by snow and ice, so it can't be heated.

A north wind blows, and winter comes quietly.

It seems that autumn is not over yet, and winter can't wait to come. At first, the temperature just dropped, so I didn't pay attention. I have put on a thick sweater and jacket. Only then did I realize that winter had arrived.

In my hometown in winter, everything sleeps, and occasionally there are plum blossoms, just a little. Winter in my hometown is not as warm as spring in Guangdong and Fujian, nor as warm and sunny as Qilu in Jinan. However, the winter in my hometown, my hometown in winter, is made of pink jade, beaming.

In winter in my hometown, although there is no green vitality, there is snow as a foil. You see, Bai Xue, the son of Baiyun and the angel of the sky, came to the world, made a scene, chased and struggled with the wind, and landed on the roof of others, becoming a Pian Yu tile; It fell on a dead tree and became a white flower; It fell on the yellow land and became a thick blanket. Snow in my hometown, like naughty dolls, comes early and comes late. Sometimes, the first snow will fall in beginning of winter soon; Sometimes, I haven't seen him for a long time, and he didn't come to this world in a hurry until Miss Chun came. However, he loves the world very much, because it snows almost every year, no matter in the morning or evening. The snow in my hometown is very lovely. As the saying goes, "Good years and good snow"! He covered the wheat seedlings with a thick quilt, which not only ensured that the water in the field would not be lost, but also killed the pests. Not only children, but also people in their hometown like this snow doll very much!

My hometown is full of joy in winter. Why? Oh, it turns out that after winter, people have ushered in the most anticipated festival. On this festival, every household hangs lanterns, people are busy preparing all kinds of delicious food, and children also take out prepared fireworks and set them off in the sky. See here, do you understand what this festival is? It was the annual Spring Festival. On this reunion festival, people sit around a table, have a happy New Year's Eve dinner and watch the Spring Festival Gala. That night, the light drove away the darkness, and the warmth dispelled the cold.

In winter in my hometown, although there is no vitality, there is snow to decorate it. Although there is severe cold, there is human warmth and enthusiasm to dispel it. Winter in my hometown has quietly come and gone. Winter hometown is full of winter breath, warm and beautiful!

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