Excellent composition in winter

In the usual study, work and life, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my excellent winter composition for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Excellent composition in winter 1 "This winter is warm because of words" This is the opening remarks of Li, a famous writer in our city, at the weekend reading meeting of Ankang people. His voice did not fall, and the applause thundered. Hearing this, it's like a warm current flowing all over the body instantly, warming people's hearts. Every weekend, the city library is packed, and book lovers get together to read Mr. Li's new book Flowers are Flying. Note that "flowers in flight" has become a hot topic in recent WeChat, Weibo and online media, and it continues to heat up. Many fans and literary friends are reading, tasting and appreciating this masterpiece for the first time. A series of fresh literary comments, reading notes and insights have been exchanged, shared and disseminated on the Internet. Therefore, this winter, "Flying Flowers" became my bosom friend. Influenced by words and thick ink, I felt a kind of warmth and enjoyed a kind of happiness.

After the publication of Plum is not bitter, after a lapse of five years, Li's second literary monograph, Flying Flowers, came out stunning. As the screenwriter joked, "I'm an older woman, pregnant in October, giving birth once, and giving birth to a new work." Once the work was published, it immediately caused a sensation in Ankang literary world, causing quite a stir and setting off a new reading craze. Reading through this book, she is like "chicken soup for the soul", which is infiltrating into the reader's heart bit by bit, moistening the reader's heart, intersecting with the reader and causing resonance. It makes people clear, gradually realize and ponder. I was lucky to get a new book signed by the author. If I get the treasure, I will cherish it even more. I often put it on my desk and bedside. Whenever I have free time, I will read it with gusto and hunger. Even if you only read a few lines and a fragment, you will gain something and find something new. Reading and reading, there is a feeling that I can't stop and can't put it down. Gradually, I am inseparable from her words in the wind. In this way, I read Flowers on the Fly, accompanied by Flowers on the Fly, and we spent day after day.

I am a very lazy person and seldom read books. Even if I take a book on a whim, I just swallow it and browse it quickly. But somehow, "Flowers on the Fly" hit it off with me, which made me calm down and enjoy it, even I was puzzled. There is no doubt that this work has been praised by literary predecessors and recognized by readers, and it is worthy of being an excellent work. Some time ago, I carefully read more than 40 works in the first two chapters of Flying Flowers (Education Harp and Life Flute). The article is simple in emotion, simple in language, shallow in ink and light in language, and very grounded. The author's loyalty to education and interpretation of life can be seen. I realized the meaning of "every grass and tree will blossom", and I understood that "kindness and innocence" is the keynote of life. Next, I browsed the works of Home and String, in which the words bathed in true love always touched my heart, and the words soaked with affection always touched my memory and made me cry. In particular, the author recalls his mother's essays, which are touching and tear-jerking. Watching, my tears are spinning in my eyes, and I can't help thinking of my dead parents. The dusty memory is torn apart a little bit, and an inexplicable dull pain in my heart is quietly spreading ... closing the book still can't calm my excitement. This is the intersection of emotions, the resonance of thoughts and the charm of words. At this time, the warmth of maternal love and the depth of paternal love are like a touch of warm sun in winter, the most gorgeous, warmest and warmest. In this way, holding "Flowers on the Fly" in my hand and reading a beautiful article, I gradually feel that words are like dancing notes, which are not only beautiful and beautiful, but also emit warm light, flying into my heart and warming my heart. In this way, in winter, I found warmth in words and tasted the most precious things in the world. This winter, with warm words, seems to be the most beautiful "warm winter".

Now, I have been with Hua for almost two months. I'm ashamed that I haven't completely read it, and I haven't memorized it. My cognition is still shallow and immature. I hate that my writing is too shallow to write tasteful comments. I often write in a hurry, ashamed of my own work and ashamed to meet the author. But I think: read it a hundred times, and its meaning can be seen. Just read with your heart, taste with your heart, and experience with your heart. Maybe, I will gradually realize and find something. Now, I have brought the flowers to school, put them on my desk and read them when I have time. Colleagues saw me reading carefully and joked: Li is a die-hard fan. I smiled and said: Super fan. Yes, fans are the same as fans. As long as they are good books and works, they will have millions of readers and a group of loyal fans in Qian Qian. Because reading has become a trend and a fashion. We are a scholarly society, a scholarly and healthy campus!

Looking at the "flowers flying" on the table, I couldn't restrain my inner excitement and wrote this young text ... I want to say: it is very warm to read Li's text this winter. There are "flowers on flies", happiness.

In November, it should be autumn, at least, in my hometown. The sky is pale, white and quiet, reflecting the joy and sadness of a season. Occasionally, the wind gently lifts the curtain of memories and tears down many long feelings. Even if my mind is slow, I love such a good time.

It's November again. I am used to looking up at the sky. I want to catch the tail of the cloud with my eyes as before and ask it to bring me a blessing-people far away, I am with you. But as far as I can see, it's not the sky of the past, and I can't find a familiar cloud. Yes, I'm gone. Even in the same month, it's not the same scenery.

I don't know if 1 1 month in Shanghai is autumn, but I don't want to call it autumn, for no reason, just an obsession with memory. Maybe many years later, when I am in another strange place, I will miss the autumn in Shanghai. There is no snow, not winter. So, I want to say, November, winter is coming.

Walking in the cold wind of Shanghai, I imagined the scene when it snowed, and unconsciously remembered Xi Murong's poems. She has also studied in different places, even abroad. Here and now, I should be immersed in the sentimental atmosphere of missing. I should have thought of her "A Tale of the Great Wall", "Exotic Songs" or "Exotic Land", but none of them. Suddenly I thought of Twilight, clear and clear.

On second thought, how obvious it is. Winter is the end of the year, so now, it is the time before dusk. Although around me, not all colors are silent, and not all have become calm, but for any sensitive heart, when winter comes, everything will be different. Isn't it? Every time the wind blows, in addition to naturally feeling slightly cool, it is easier to associate with the warm willow wind, followed by the fragrant roses in the corner, and then the wind is strong and suddenly wakes up, which comes from the memory of the season. Winter has come, and it is a good time to look back. Actually, that's what we always do.

People's emotions are wonderful. Every memory always comes unexpectedly, and most of them are fleeting, leaving a faint disappointment. But let's bow our heads and thank the creator for this short moment. Our expectations and hopes all come from this. Dante sang loudly in the white sun, and he must have captured the golden touch mixed in it; Liu Zongyuan looked at the Han River alone. He must feel the water stirring under the ice. If nothing else, at that moment, they all remembered what touched their souls, so they could see things that ordinary people could not.

Zhang Xiaofeng said, "Life is a great encounter". In this one-way life, there are countless unknown opportunities. Just as there are no two identical leaves in the world, there will be no identical life. Each of us is an individual independent of all beings. Just like this, we have a unique experience and naturally have unforgettable memories worth living once. I believe that there must be countless people who nourish their souls with memories so that they will not get lost on the winding road of life. The power of memory can't be explained by simple description, only you can feel it. Perhaps, this is also an unspeakable realm.

Every time I read someone else's memoirs, I always feel solemn. Because I know that a life, a life with the same essence as me, is dissipating in a way that I can't feel, or has passed away. And in front of me, it is their long life. When they were born like summer flowers, I didn't know such life existed. And when their lives were dying, I suddenly broke into their lives as an observer. Bits and drops, joys and sorrows, are all like shells, basking on the shore of my heart. I pick it up with my left hand, wipe it with my right hand, collect it one by one with a calm mind, and then use my life to experience, see through and gain weight for my soul.

Perhaps, when my life enters the twilight stage, when all the stories related to me have taken shape, I will naturally look back. It's just that I can't predict whether I will see the girl sitting quietly studying in the depths of the forest, or the teenager laughing and chasing with her partner in the afternoon sun, or earlier, the little girl who fell on the newly paved asphalt road and cried with her mouth open. When I look into their eyes, will I still be a naked child

I think, from now on, I will not only love the emotional spring, the pomegranate shining like fire in summer, the rain falling like a dream in autumn, and the snow falling like a poem in winter. In the wilderness of time, there must be many moments before dusk, which make me look back with a smile. The green and delicate flowers have injected new strength into my soul, so that I can face the distance without fear.

Winter is coming, the wind is cold and the dew is cold, but I still want to sing a sunset song in the clear night. If you ask me why again, I'll laugh without a word.

We are all wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, and all the leaves have fallen out! Look, it's winter!

A tree with all its leaves off can't be said to be ugly, but it is always a pity that it lacks lush charm and exposes the huge emptiness between branches. There is often an impulse to put something between branches in winter. I like to start from scratch. This is exciting.

Winter is always so sparse, is this the real reason why we lack happiness in winter? Trees seem to have stopped growing, and we always spend the winter with a waiting attitude. If it snows, the branches of Yushu and the ice hanging on the eaves can make us happy. There is no shade, and I feel a little guilty. I feel that there is no fence in the toilet. Goose's voice is far away. I feel sorry for the winter sunshine on the earth, because if the brightness and warmth of the sunshine do not shine on the red flowers and green leaves, the sunshine does not mean wasting the years. Just as we stood by, waiting for dark in front of a red charcoal fire.

However, some birds landed on trees, large and small, colorful. I seem to see the trees are full of flowers!

Sometimes, birds come and go in droves, and it is the starlings or crows that are dark. In winter, sparrows also like to fly around in droves and land on bare branches in droves. Black birds will decorate a tree and a forest in an instant. Pigeons fly like this. If a flock of white pigeons fall on the branches, they will be as white and elegant as magnolia in early spring. Birds are shouting and making noise. Sometimes three or five, scattered on sparse branches. I think these three birds have their own worries, and they don't talk much or talk less. Some flew away and some stayed. Sometimes just one, just one. A bird stands alone on a thin branch, which reminds people that the flowers on the tree bloom first and then a large one.

Every time I see a tree full of birds, I stop to watch. Trees with birds are particularly vivid. I like these birds flying from tree to tree, and I like them dancing on the branches. Because of the jumping of these birds, the winter wind is subtle and elastic. They are singing in the branches, and the song of a bird makes the winter on the tree without cold stagnation. Crows sing thick and unbridled songs, and sparrows make a mess of winter. Sometimes a bird sings a euphemistic song alone, trembling and shining carefully. Just like a person who remembers drinking spring tea in winter. That would be great.

Birds on the branches are more beautiful than real flowers. Have you ever seen a flower bloom from spring to winter? Have you ever seen flowers fly from branch to branch in a tree? Have you ever seen flowers that can sing? This is a bird that reproduces the vitality of winter.

Birds are flowers of trees. Someone must have found them, as I said before. Such a beautiful thing won't wait until today to surprise people. I am standing under the tree, and the birds are doing what I want to do. They really blossomed among the branches in winter, rehearsed dances and played music.

In fact, birds are always in trees, in spring, in summer and in autumn. Just because there are really flowers on the tree and the leaves are swaying, we can see more beautiful life. Therefore, the birds in the tree are ignored. I said that birds have always been flowers on trees all year round. They hide in the leaves, dance with the green leaves and sing with the spring breeze. The cicada song in summer is decided by a bird, and jathyapple in autumn is cut open by the song of a bird. Trees are the home of birds.

A kingfisher lives in the bushes near the pond. Its green feathers are more gorgeous than dark green or light green leaves. We can recognize the kingfisher flowers in the leaves at a glance. Two orioles can make a willow more elegant. I think Du Fu misses his hometown in beautiful Jincheng. "Two orioles sing green willows." He only heard a euphemistic bird song and thought of Jiangnan. In February in the south of the Yangtze River, which tree has no songs and dances of orioles? Whether there are flowers on the trees or not, orioles will always fall to the south of the Yangtze River in February. There are flowers on the tree, and birds will land on them. The icing on the cake is not repetition, but more beauty. How about magpies stepping on plum blossoms? The happiness of the countryside lies in a splendid plum tree. Magpies always fly in pairs and sing and dance in pairs. Magpies are flowers that bloom in the countryside.

I like egrets in summer. They lived in the Woods by the river in the village head all summer. Egrets came back from the green rice fields, and all of them landed on the treetops. From a distance, it was the most romantic flower on a tree. The most unforgettable thing is the moonlit night in the village, where egrets perch on maple trees. The night wind makes the leaves rattle, and the moonlight will shake the egrets on the branches and spread their long wings. I sometimes recall my childhood, and the maple tree at the head of the village will definitely appear, and the egrets on the tree will definitely appear.

Should we learn from a bird while enjoying it? Looking at a bird in the tree, I feel a little ashamed. I blush like a peach blossom in spring. I know, sometimes birds have red mouths.

Winter has quietly climbed to the top of the tree, and the sunshine in winter shines on the dry branches, which makes winter seem particularly cordial and warm, but I feel that this winter is not winter, but winter in winter, but in the end I suddenly found that winter is my own, and I am winter; It is the picture of this season, and it is the touching cold brought by this season.

Time flies, school life is getting worse and worse, as if it were fleeting, but 18-year-old heart is so fragile. In the cold winter, everything seems so helpless and lonely.

I have always been afraid of the cold, and naturally I hate winter. Tired of the feeling of winter, the yellow scene that winter gives to the earth is also a wedding dress that winter suddenly gives to the earth one day. Because I always feel that my beloved white and bright wedding dress is full of angel's tears, which will eventually become the residue of people's feet after wearing it. Thinking of this, I can't help asking myself: "One day, when the white wedding dress that belongs to you is in front of you, will you refuse to wear it?" I can't help saying to myself, "Yes, I will wear it, although I know it may be daily necessities and tears in real life." In winter, the wedding dress of the earth and one's own wedding dress are two different artistic conceptions. Maybe it's the same picture, maybe it's also a landscape in the wedding dress. Maybe they are integrated, but they are so different and the artistic conception is so far away. ...

Walking on the sunny asphalt road in winter, the sea of people is like a dragon, shuttling back and forth, but so what, I am just myself, lonely myself, and others can't replace me. Thought for a long time, bitter for a long time, tired for a long time. Sitting in the roadside pavilion to rest, as if bathed in sunshine. But my own winter has blocked the winter sunshine from me. This is myself, sitting in the roadside pavilion, but still myself? !

The night opens its arms to the earth, and it also opens its arms to itself, throwing itself into the night and letting the night gradually fill itself. A sudden heartbreaking coolness made me feel sad. I wanted to sprinkle the rain on the earth kissed by the night, only to find that the rain I hoped to fall had been tied, and the frozen earth didn't seem to long for it to be bitter rain. Winter has wrapped the earth hard enough, and I don't want to put on another layer of ice coat. How much I want to kiss the whole thing and reach out and touch them, only to find that my heat energy is limited, which makes them even colder. This is me.

As the days passed, winter refused to leave. The feeling of winter gradually makes every part of the body feel the same-cold and empty. In winter, the heart is covered with a hard layer of ice. Sunlight can shine on the whole earth and melt all the ice and snow, but it can't melt the heart covered with ice and snow. I hope the sun can sit in the sun, even more willing, until the sun disappears, only to find that the ice in my heart is still there.

"If you decide, don't think about other things, and the pressure will not be too great. As long as you decide, I sincerely hope that everything else will be ruled out. Everything will be fine in two years, and my brother will graduate in two years. " The hand holding the microphone gradually softened, and the words made me burst into tears. The winter that I couldn't get out of was so warm by tears. I always thought that winter made me an accessory of winter, but now I find that I made winter a different winter, and let love enter winter with me. With my brother's concern and concern, my father's silence and my mother's advice, I put myself in winter, but I didn't know that I brought my relatives to winter invisibly. I endure the cold, although this is not what I want, but I still let my relatives accompany me to the cold. I was wrong. I'm really not me. I am who I am. I am the daughter that my parents love. I am the only sister my brother cares about. I only put myself in winter, but I didn't know that at the moment I stood in winter, my relatives stood in the winter sky like me, and even I made winter cold for my relatives. I was really wrong. I only have myself, I only see myself, my life, my ideal and my future, but my relatives have been paying attention to me in life. I was wrong. I always say to myself: I am wrong, wrong, wrong in reading myself wrong, wrong in having too many loved ones, wrong in not considering where to put my loved ones, wrong in loving you so much. I was wrong, so I chickened out, I gave up, the dream I have been pursuing, gave up completing it on campus, and gave up realizing it on campus. The love of my relatives is too heavy, my relatives are too important to me, I need too much, I get lost in the chase, and I worry my relatives. Now I'm back, back. Without the love, happiness and happiness of my relatives, I will eventually have nothing. I'm back, back from winter, back.

Hold love high, to the sun, to everyone, so that winter is no longer cold and everyone can get out of their own winter. Fly! Fly! Fly! Fly out of the cold picture scroll in winter and fly into the picture scroll full of love in the winter sunshine! Winter is no longer yourself, you are no longer winter, but a touch of bright sunshine in winter!

Open the curtains and a ray of setting sun shines on the computer screen. I was probably busy writing last night and didn't have time to feel the beautiful scenery outside the window. As long as you are in the north, as long as you like winter, as long as you grow up in Benxi, you will find that winter in your hometown is so charming.

Some people say that the south is beautiful, where it is rich, and it deals with sunshine all the year round. The flowers there are beautiful, but they give me such a weak feeling. After a gust of wind, his life will wither. The air is sometimes wet and sometimes dry, giving people the feeling that it is so heartless. I quickly got dressed and prepared to go outside to enjoy the beautiful snow scene. Grandma is nagging me about what to do in such a cold day. How nice it is to stay at home. I casually said a reason for wanting to go shopping, pushed open the door and went out.

Oh! The white world. The peach trees in the yard are covered with soft quilts woven by Cher, and some skinny branches are almost broken by snow. I don't know where the grass used to go. Probably they are afraid to hide in winter. There is not much snow in the sky, but it falls on my hat in groups of three or five. I feel very cold with a handful of snow in my hand. Suddenly, a strange idea drove me to put a little snow in my mouth. I wonder what snow tastes like. As cold as water, not much different from a dime candy popsicle. Walking out of the yard and around the road, I found many pedestrians armed themselves into "pandas" and "penguins". I don't want to be like them. I take off my hat and put it in my coat pocket. A cold wind blew and I was shivering with cold. I said forget it. What's the point of seeing snow in misery?

I keep walking, pedestrians are walking. I don't know which naughty child made a snowman by the roadside and waved to us: winter is our territory, please go around. I walked into the crowd and slapped the snowman on the head with my hand and scolded him, but I still smiled when I saw him. The nose is made of half a pointed carrot, and the eyes are inlaid with glass balls by his master. I think his master is a cute little guy! I waited quietly for a while, and a chubby little girl came to the snowman with a small red bucket. Looks about five or six years old. I tried to say hello, but she ignored me.

So goodbye, bid farewell to them, and continue to walk to the ruins on the edge of the city, where there are very few people, most of whom are people who are not in harmony with the city and live on rags. I pay close attention to them, quietly take out the books in my pocket and write down the people who are busy making a living in the snow. Suddenly a dog barked in my ear. A lovely golden fox climbed up the garbage dump, followed by an old man with a hunchback and a dog skin hat. He has a black woven bag hanging over his shoulder. It seems that his old man has gained a lot today. He drove the dog away, rummaged through the garbage with his hands like dead trees, found some wine bottles, put them in woven bags and hummed. Then he took his trophy and disappeared into the fog formed by snow. After crossing one street after another covered with snow blankets, my feet are soft and feel comfortable. Suddenly I remembered my grandmother who was waiting for me at home. She said that the favorite thing to eat in winter is candied haws. When she felt a lump in her pocket, she stepped up her steps and walked to the place where there were vendors.

I don't know what happened today. In the past, the market was full of people, and people who bought food and went home to cook lined up. It may be cold today, or they are afraid of snow, so they all hide at home and enjoy warm happiness. This place is empty. Just when I was disappointed to go back, a cry of "selling Sugar-Coated Berry" called me back. Walking along the peddling sound, a man pushing a sugar-coated gourd cart struggled desperately in the snow and took out a coin and put it in front of him. The man hurriedly pulled out two strings of Sugar-Coated Berry for me, and then continued to push the cart away.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and there are snowflakes the size of goose feathers everywhere in the line of sight; The wind is blowing harder and harder, and a trace of warmth in the sky is surrounded by ice and snow; Cher danced briskly on the beams, telephone poles and headlights. It's getting late. I should go home. In winter, I can't bear to say goodbye to this beautiful and unforgettable hometown, and my pace is getting faster and faster, as if I had become a car on the road, galloping in the snow until my destination.

End: Back in the yard, the snow is getting thicker and thicker. In a surprise, I met my father who came home from work. My father's gray hair is covered with snow. He told me that it snowed heavily today and the farmers' crops were all harvested. There will be a bumper harvest next spring. After returning home, I wrote my best wishes for this winter on the Internet. I sigh again, if I am a part of this winter, how good it would be to selflessly bring people the scenery they hope.