(My most anticipated trip) How to write this essay, 400 words.

The original title, a trip in my dream, can be slightly modified. I often regret that I have never seen snow at my age. The snow on TV and in pictures is so pure white, elegant and seductive. people. When I went to my grandma’s house this time, what I had been looking forward to most was to see the snow scene. Finally, in the last two days of the trip, I saw the beautiful snow scene in my dream and experienced the happiness in the snow.

It was unusually cold a few days before the snow started. I heard from my mother that it rained lightly the night before the snow, and there were snow particles (perhaps snow cells) in the rain, so grandpa predicted that it would snow the next day. But when it actually snowed, the air was not so cold.

I was woken up by my mother at six o'clock in the morning, "What? It's snowing!" I was still dreaming in a coma, but for fear of missing the snow scene in my dream, I hurried outside the door, but it was still dark outside. Light, "Wow! It's really snowing." I hurriedly went back to the house, grabbed my camera, and rushed out again, walking into the white snow. After breakfast, I came out of the house again. Others were still bored in the house, so I went out for a walk and continued to enjoy the snow scenery. Grandma’s house was originally full of green mountains and green waters, but now it’s accompanied by natural snow scenery. This is the natural beauty of winter! The sky is very dark and has lost the blue charm of the past. The distant peaks seem to be covered with a layer of snow-white curtains in the emerald green. There is a piece of snow-white earth at my feet, imprinted with the footprints of my stroll.

The wind was very strong, and the trees swayed here and there, and sometimes the snowflakes on the trees were knocked off and hit my head.

The jungle path in the snow is the most beautiful combination of green and snow-white. .

The single bridge on the river in the snow is a combination of nature and peasant atmosphere.

The dreamer in the snow, his thoughts are full of beautiful poetry.

< p> Soon, my brother and I had a snowball fight in the snow. The cold blood made our hands swollen and painful. But we completely forgot or didn’t care about the pain. We were in it, ah! What a joy it was. !

The natural beauty that has been chanted since ancient times is pure, natural, and extraordinary charm. It was still novel to me when I saw her for the first time.

I stood upright in the snow, slowly raised my hands, spread my feet, stretched out my head from the hat, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then slowly told the past and brought in the new!