Writing a composition on my hometown in Hainan in winter

1. Winter in Hainan Composition

It is well known to women and children that spring, summer, autumn and winter in South Island are all like spring. In spring, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant; in summer, the mountains and rivers are beautiful; in autumn, the fragrance of rice spreads thousands of miles away; in winter, it is a unique picture. It is she who replaces the deathly and silent scenery in the northern winter with a lively and vibrant scenery.

Most of the animals in Hainan Island do not hibernate in winter and do not spend their short lives sleeping. When you go to the rubber forest, you can feel many wonderful sounds, such as the sound of birds chirping and the rustling of leaves.

The winter in Hainan Island is full of flowers, just like the rich flowers in my home. They are fiery red in spring and also like each other in winter; and like the grass on the ground, the ones in Beijing have withered and turned yellow. The grass in Hainan Island remains unchanged and green. It can be said that the animals will glow with a "youthful" atmosphere after eating it.

In the winter in Hainan Island, people don’t have to turn into giant pandas; they don’t have to be tightly wrapped up and down, they only need two eyes to see things; they don’t have to wear too much and be like carrying a person on their back... In Hainan Shima could easily wear one or two pieces of clothing to resist this weak girl.

Some people may ask why Hainan Island has such scenery? I would answer: Hainan's latitude should be close to the equator, it is located in the tropics among the five belts, and it has a tropical monsoon climate. It is surrounded by the sea and has warm winters and cool summers.

My grandfather said that he chose to settle here because he liked the climate of Hainan Island. Indeed, just like the air in Hainan, geography books say that the air here is much cleaner than in Guangzhou, Beijing, and other places; not to mention the climate, it is warm in winter, unlike Heilongjiang , it’s so cold! Moreover, the scenery in winter is all white, which makes people feel boring and empty.

Hainan Island 2. Asking for a composition about Hainan’s winter

When the clear and clear north wind blows, I look at the confetti flying in the sky on the street, whirling in the wind Taking off, I felt vaguely that the winter in Hainan was coming. In the winter in Hainan, there is no soft and elegant figure of powdery snow, nor the charm of too many sparse branches criss-crossing the sky.

The vivid sun in winter is a gold medal awarded to Hainan. In the morning, a few carefree clouds swim over in the sky, bright sunlight shines through the clouds, and the long and soft light beams reveal the joy of life and the mist-like sadness. The morning breeze blows lightly, bringing clear coolness. The dim morning scenery means eternal comfort. I saw the mountain from a distance. Under the rising sunlight, the outline of the mountain outlines the magnanimity, softness and slow perseverance, evoking the eternal tranquility and solemnity. The distant mountains and low hills are like a bow, waiting for the changing of seasons. Even if the plump green watered by the spring rain is lost, all people no longer look up, nor do they need to beg for the crimson brightness illuminated by the setting sun.

Go for a walk in the rubber garden, where there is no longer a world of lights, birds singing and flowers fragrant. The path in the forest is winding and ups and downs. The lush rubber leaves are gradually falling away. Small trees, big trees, low on the ground, high on the ground, the trees stand in a very hierarchical manner, with their strong trunks pointing directly at the blue sky under the sun, as if writing the words that are particularly deep and solemn at the moment of entering early winter. The thin stream in the forest has clear water and green water. The dark green water plants at the bottom bend softly downwards, and the threads are crowded, clustered and leisurely with the gurgling water. The little flowers by the stream, with their hard and clear meridians stretched out, exhaled the last ray of fragrance under the chilly forest wind. The rolling rubber forests, majestic and steady, face the cold wind that passes through the loneliness, and the embroidered dresses that shine brightly under the sun make the rubber garden contain a rich and profound heritage in winter.

At night, Hainan’s gorgeous winter full moon shines on the earth, spreading a thin layer of frost. On a quiet winter night, the moonlight seemed very cold, slanting and whispering gently to the tower. Walking on the streets, walking through the long road in the hazy moonlight, the night was wet, as if it was about to sink.

The night is getting quieter, and with the movement of the night wind, the fluttering leaves are not as unrestrained and enthusiastic as in summer, but have a kind of sensitivity and innocence, adding to the thickness of the night. The street lights on the streets dimmed, and the bright moon in the sky used its soft silver light to smooth out all the potholes on the ground. In the shade of the trees on the sidewalk, the swaying light and shadow hang down gently, like a bright feather, gently lifting the heart. Occasionally, three leaves of two large-leafed banyan trees float leisurely on the mottled brick road, fluttering around, mixing with the fine moonlight filtering through the canopy, and unexpectedly emitting "rustling, rustling..." from the silent night light. ..." sound.

When I really stood in the winter night and looked at myself seriously, I unexpectedly felt that my free mind felt the subtle movement on the leaves. The quiet love winter bestows is her deep embrace that secretly surges the excitement of spring; the reincarnation of life given by winter is her telling people that peace is also the quality of a beautiful life. The pale, lonely, hard winter is full of new emotions.

I like Hainan’s winter, and I also like the charm of Hainan’s winter. Look at the sunshine in winter, the glue garden; look at the night in winter, the moonlight. Listen to the cold breeze, the almost singing sound on the treetops, weaving the melody of winter.

I'm asking myself, will the leaves falling in the wind no longer be the fiery Fenfei that once lived in my life last year? 3. My hometown is in Hainan Island, and I write a composition about the different scenery in spring, summer, autumn and winter

Winter: When the empty and clear north wind blows, I look at the confetti flying in the sky on the street, and in the wind As I whirled and jumped, I could vaguely feel that winter in Hainan was coming.

In the winter in Hainan, there is no soft and elegant figure of powdery snow, nor the charm of too many sparse branches crisscrossing the sky. The fresh sun in winter is a gold medal awarded to Hainan.

In the morning, a few carefree clouds swam over in the sky. The bright sunshine penetrated the clouds, and the long and soft light beams revealed the joy of life and the mist-like sadness. The morning breeze blows lightly, bringing clear coolness.

The dim morning scene means eternal comfort. I saw the mountain from a distance. Under the rising sunlight, the outline of the mountain outlines the magnanimity, softness and slow perseverance, evoking the eternal tranquility and solemnity.

In the waiting for the changing of seasons, the distant mountains and low hills are like bows. Even if the plump green watered by the spring rain is lost, all people no longer look up, nor do they need to beg for the sunshine illuminated by the setting sun. Crimson and bright. Go for a walk in the rubber garden. It is no longer a world filled with colors, birds singing and flowers fragrant.

The path in the forest is winding and ups and downs. The lush rubber leaves are gradually falling away.

Small trees, big trees, low on the ground, high on the ground, the trees stand in a very hierarchical manner, with strong trunks pointing directly at the blue sky under the sun, as if it says that the moment we enter early winter, it is particularly deep and solemn. 's heart. The thin stream in the forest has clear water and green water. The dark green water plants at the bottom bend softly downwards, and the threads are crowded, clustered and leisurely with the gurgling water.

The little flowers by the stream, holding up their hard and clear meridians, blew out the last ray of fragrance under the chilly forest wind. The rolling rubber forests, majestic and steady, face the cold wind that passes through the loneliness, and the embroidered dresses that shine brightly under the sun make the rubber garden contain a rich and profound heritage in winter.

At night, Hainan’s gorgeous winter full moon shines on the earth, spreading a thin layer of frost. On a quiet winter night, the moonlight seemed very cold, slanting and whispering gently to the tower.

Strolling on the streets, walking through the long road in the hazy moonlight, the night was wet, as if it was about to sink. The night is getting quieter, and with the movement of the night wind, the fluttering leaves are not as unrestrained and lively as in summer, but instead have a kind of sensitivity and innocence, adding to the thickness of the night.

The street lights on the streets dimmed, and the bright moon in the sky used its soft silver light to smooth out all the potholes on the ground. In the shade of the trees on the sidewalk, the swaying light and shadow hang down gently, like a bright feather, gently lifting the heart.

Occasionally, three leaves and two big-leafed fig leaves float leisurely on the mottled brick road, fluttering around, mixing with the fine moonlight filtering through the tree crown, and unexpectedly emerging from the silent night light. The ground made a "sand, sand..." sound. When I really stood in the winter night and looked at myself seriously, I unexpectedly felt that my free mind felt the subtle movement on the leaves.

Winter bestows quiet love, and it is her deep embrace that secretly surges with the excitement of spring; winter bestows the reincarnation of life, and it is she who tells people that peace is also the quality of a beautiful life. The pale, lonely, hard winter is full of new emotions.

I like Hainan’s winter, and I also like the charm of Hainan’s winter. Look at the sunshine in winter, the glue garden; look at the night in winter, the moonlight.

Listen to the cold breeze, the almost singing sound on the treetops, weaving the rhythm of winter. I'm asking myself, will the leaves falling in the wind no longer be the fiery Fenfei that once lived in my life last year? The following ones are the spring, summer, autumn and winter of Qiongya in Hainan. You can use them after changing them (1) Qiongya spring comes early.

It is also said that Qiongya is like spring all year round. After wandering for too long, the spring in my hometown has become blurry, but it is as innocent as my childhood.

In my eyes, the spring in my hometown is a green field. The seedlings have just grown an inch or two high, and the light green is eye-catching. In spring in my hometown, there are still swarms of tadpoles swimming in the rice fields. When I was a child, I liked squatting on the edge of the field and staring at the silly tadpoles in the water. They were swimming freely in the water with their big heads. They then have the summer experience of "listening to the sound of frogs".

Spring in my hometown is all about the young leaves pulled out from the bare branches of the entire rubber forest, the clusters of pink and white neem flowers with purple on the branches of the neem trees, and the clusters of neem flowers in the pepper garden. New branches and leaves emerging. After bursts of spring rain, the young leaves changed from light green to green to dark green, and the leaves began to become wider and thicker; the flowers on the neem tree also bloomed more and more lushly. When I was a child, I liked to sit on the threshold and look at the neem trees in the yard. Trees capture spring shadows.

The south wind blows from the sea, making people sleepy, but you can see the coconut trees swaying, and the quiet creek is beginning to come to life. The plan for a year lies in spring, and my father always likes to touch my head. I think I am my father’s spring.

(2) In the summer in my hometown, the sun is blazing. In this foreign summer, the rainstorms come and go, very much like my hometown Qiongya.

Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, I thought that this rain was not as refreshing and hearty as the rain in my hometown. I think when I miss my hometown, I miss the heavy rain in summer, the thunder of thunder, the refreshing feeling after the rain and the wanton typhoon.

I think what I miss is still my innocent childhood, when we played in the rain with our naked eyes on rainy days, and after the rain, we went to the edge of the field to catch crabs that had escaped from their holes. On summer nights in my hometown, villagers like to move chairs and sit in the courtyard to enjoy the cool air. The evening breeze of summer nights drives away their fatigue, leaving us with interesting stories.

On summer nights when there is no rain, I like to sleep in the open air on the roof of the bungalow at home. The summer nights are very cold. Watching the shooting stars across the sky and the stars everywhere, I learned to read the constellations and know the stars. The story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. I think I miss my hometown just because I can't see the stars on summer nights in a foreign land.

In this summer in a foreign land, I walk alone on the street, and the sun hurts my skin. I wonder if I have been wandering for too long. Can I still endure the scorching sun in my hometown? (3) While the autumn air is clear and crisp in a foreign land, the sun is still shining brightly in my hometown in autumn. In autumn, I packed my bags and started traveling away from home to live elsewhere.

On the road, the autumn wind and rain in a foreign land made me sad. In autumn in a foreign land, except for some junipers and green pines, all the trees have turned yellow. The mountains and plains are covered with layers of light yellow, withered yellow, orange and heart-stopping red leaves. Such gorgeous colors shocked me.

After bursts of autumn rain, the dead leaves circled and fell. 4. Please write an article about the winter in Hainan, with more than 800 words. I will be satisfied once it is written.

Go for a walk in the rubber garden, which is no longer a world filled with colors, birds singing and flowers fragrant. The path in the forest is winding and ups and downs. The lush rubber leaves are gradually falling away. Small trees, big trees, low on the ground, high on the ground, the trees stand in a very hierarchical manner, with their strong trunks pointing directly at the blue sky under the sun, as if writing the words that are particularly deep and dignified at the moment of entering early winter. The thin stream in the forest has clear water and green water. The dark green water plants at the bottom bend softly downwards, and the threads are crowded, clustered and leisurely with the gurgling water. The little flowers by the stream, with their hard and clear meridians stretched out, exhaled the last ray of fragrance under the chilly forest wind. The rolling rubber forests, majestic and steady, face the cold wind that passes through the loneliness, and the embroidered dresses that shine brightly under the sun make the rubber garden contain a rich and profound heritage in winter.

At night, Hainan’s gorgeous winter full moon shines on the earth, spreading a thin layer of frost. On a quiet winter night, the moonlight seemed very cold, slanting and whispering gently to the tower. Walking on the streets, walking through the long road in the hazy moonlight, the night was wet, as if it was about to sink.

The night is getting quieter, and with the movement of the night wind, the fluttering leaves are not as unrestrained and enthusiastic as in summer, but have a kind of sensitivity and innocence, adding to the thickness of the night. The street lights on the streets dimmed, and the bright moon in the sky used its soft silver light to smooth out all the potholes on the ground. In the shade of the trees on the sidewalk, the swaying light and shadow hang down gently, like a bright feather, gently lifting the heart. Occasionally, three leaves of two large-leafed banyan trees float leisurely on the mottled brick road, fluttering around, mixing with the fine moonlight filtering through the canopy, and unexpectedly emitting "rustling, rustling..." from the silent night light. ..." sound.

When I really stood in the winter night and looked at myself seriously, I unexpectedly felt that my free mind felt the subtle movement on the leaves. The quiet love winter bestows is her deep embrace that secretly surges the excitement of spring; the reincarnation of life given by winter is her telling people that peace is also the quality of a beautiful life. The pale, lonely, hard winter is full of new emotions.

I like Hainan’s winter, and I also like the charm of Hainan’s winter. Look at the sunshine in winter, the glue garden; look at the night in winter, the moonlight. Listen to the cold breeze, the almost singing sound on the treetops, weaving the melody of winter.

I'm asking myself, the leaves falling in the wind will no longer be the fiery Fenfei that once lived in my life last year. 5. Hainan's winter composition

When empty The clear and crisp north wind blows. Looking at the confetti flying in the sky on the street, whirling and jumping in the wind, I feel vaguely that the winter in Hainan is coming. In the winter in Hainan, there is no soft and elegant figure of powdery snow, nor the soft and elegant figure of the powdery snow. There are not too many sparse branches criss-crossing the sky. The vivid sun in winter is a golden medal awarded to Hainan. In the morning, a few carefree clouds swim over in the sky, and the bright sunlight shines through the clouds, soft and huge The long beam of light reveals the joy of life and the mist-like sorrow. The morning breeze blows lightly, bringing clear coolness. The faint morning scene means eternal comfort. You can see the mountains in the distance, and the mountains are illuminated by the rising sun. , the outline of the mountain outlines the magnanimity, softness and slow perseverance, revealing the eternal tranquility and solemnity. The distant mountains and low hills are like the back of a bow. In the waiting for the changing of seasons, even if the plump green watered by the spring rain is lost, all the People no longer look up, nor do they need to beg for the bright crimson light under the setting sun. Take a walk in the rubber garden, which is no longer a world of radiance, birds singing and fragrance of flowers. The paths in the forest are winding and lush. The leaves are gradually falling off. Small trees, big trees, low ground, high ground, the trees stand in a very hierarchical manner, with strong trunks pointing directly at the blue sky under the sun, as if writing the words that are particularly deep and dignified at the moment of entering early winter. .The thin stream in the forest has clear water and green water. The dark green water plants at the bottom bend softly downwards, and the threads are bustling. The small flowers by the stream are holding up hard and clear The meridians, blown by the chilly forest wind, exhaled the last ray of fragrant soul. The rolling gum forest, majestic and steady, faced the cold wind that passed through the loneliness all the way, and the embroidery was full of sunshine and reflected the gorgeous The glossy dresses make the whole body of the Jiaoyuan full of rich and profound heritage in winter. At night, the full winter moon in Hainan shines on the earth, spreading a thin layer of frost. On the quiet winter night, the moonlight is like Very cold, whispering gently to the tower. Walking on the street, walking through the long road in the hazy moonlight, the night is wet, as if it is about to sink. The night is getting quiet, and with the night wind, The moving and fluttering leaves are not as unrestrained and enthusiastic as in summer, but instead have a kind of sensitivity and innocence, adding to the thickness of the night. The street lights on the streets are dimmed, and the bright moon in the sky uses soft silver light to smooth the ground. In the shade of all the potholes and sidewalks, the swaying light and shadow hang down gently, like a bright feather, gently lifting the heart. Occasionally, three leaves of two big-leaved banyan trees float leisurely on the mottled On the brick road, heads were flying, mixed with the fine moonlight filtered through the tree canopy, and from the silent night light, a sound of "rustling, rustling..." unexpectedly came out. When I really stood in the winter night, I looked carefully I unexpectedly felt that my free heart felt the subtle movement on the leaves. The quiet love bestowed by winter was her deep embrace that secretly stirred the excitement of spring. 6. Read the passage

My hometown, Hainan Island, is beautiful and rich (fù) Rao (ráo), known as the "Pearl of Hainan". We don’t have one here

My hometown Hainan Island

My hometown Hainan Island is beautiful and rich (fù) Rao (ráo), and is known as the "Pearl of Hainan". We don't have winter here, so I haven't seen snow.

Here it is like spring all year round, with green mountains and green waters, flowers in bloom, and fragrant fruits. You can take a sea bath in the blue sea at any time.

This is a tropical area, a paradise for many rare animals and a paradise for all kinds of exotic flowers and trees. On the island, there are tracts of coconut trees, oak (xiàng) and gum (jiāo) forests, and farms grow cocoa, coffee (kā fēi), cashew nuts, pepper (hú jiāo), and pineapple (bō) and radish (luó). It is also rich in various tropical crops such as mango, mango, and peach. It is also rich in fish, pearls, sea cucumbers, lobsters, corals, hú and other seafood. 7. Is there any composition describing the winter in Hainan?

Damn it! Chen Moumou! You must, when the clear and clear north wind blows, I watch the confetti flying in the sky on the street, whirling and jumping in the wind, and I vaguely feel that the winter in Hainan is coming.

In the winter in Hainan, there is no soft and elegant figure of powdery snow, nor the charm of too many sparse branches crisscrossing the sky. The fresh sun in winter is a gold medal awarded to Hainan.

In the morning, a few carefree clouds swam over in the sky. The bright sunshine penetrated the clouds, and the long and soft light beams revealed the joy of life and the mist-like sadness. The morning breeze blows lightly, bringing clear coolness.

The dim morning scene means eternal comfort. I can see the mountain from a distance. Under the rising sun, the outline of the mountain outlines the magnanimity, softness and slow perseverance, reflecting the eternal tranquility and solemnity.

In the waiting for the changing of seasons, the distant mountains and low hills are like bows. Even if the plump green watered by the spring rain is lost, all people no longer look up, nor do they need to beg for the sunshine illuminated by the setting sun. Crimson and bright. Go for a walk in the rubber garden. It is no longer a world filled with colors, birds singing and flowers fragrant.

The path in the forest is winding and ups and downs. The lush rubber leaves are gradually falling away.

Small trees, big trees, low on the ground, high on the ground, the trees stand in a very hierarchical manner, with strong trunks pointing directly at the blue sky under the sun, as if it says that the moment we enter early winter, it is particularly deep and solemn. 's heart. The thin stream in the forest has clear water and green water. The dark green water plants at the bottom bend softly downwards, and the threads are crowded, clustered and leisurely with the gurgling water.

The little flowers by the stream, holding up their hard and clear meridians, blew out the last ray of fragrance under the chilly forest wind. The rolling rubber forests, majestic and steady, face the cold wind that passes through the loneliness, and the embroidered dresses that shine brightly under the sun make the rubber garden contain a rich and profound heritage in winter.

At night, Hainan’s gorgeous winter full moon shines on the earth, spreading a thin layer of frost. On a quiet winter night, the moonlight seemed very cold, slanting and whispering gently to the tower.

Strolling on the streets, walking through the long road in the hazy moonlight, the night was wet, as if it was about to sink. The night is getting quieter, and with the movement of the night wind, the fluttering leaves are not as unrestrained and lively as in summer, but instead have a kind of sensitivity and innocence, adding to the thickness of the night.

The street lights on the streets dimmed, and the bright moon in the sky used its soft silver light to smooth out all the potholes on the ground. In the shade of the trees on the sidewalk, the swaying light and shadow hang down gently, like a bright feather, gently lifting the heart.

Occasionally, three leaves and two big-leafed fig leaves float leisurely on the mottled brick road, fluttering around, mixing with the fine moonlight filtering through the tree crown, and unexpectedly emerging from the silent night light. The ground made a "sand, sand..." sound. When I really stood in the winter night and looked at myself seriously, I unexpectedly felt that my free mind felt the subtle movement on the leaves.

Winter bestows quiet love, and it is her deep embrace that secretly surges with the excitement of spring; winter bestows the reincarnation of life, and it is she who tells people that peace is also the quality of a beautiful life. The pale, lonely, hard winter is full of new emotions.

I like Hainan’s winter, and I also like the charm of Hainan’s winter. Look at the sunshine in winter, the glue garden; look at the night in winter, the moonlight.

Listen to the cold breeze, the almost singing sound on the treetops, weaving the rhythm of winter. I'm asking myself, will the leaves falling in the wind no longer be the fiery Fenfei that once lived in my life last year? Zhao. 8. Write a 600-word essay about winter in Haikou

An essay about winter in Hainan! When the clear and clear north wind blows, watching the confetti flying in the sky on the street, whirling and jumping in the wind, I feel vaguely that winter in Hainan is coming.

In the winter in Hainan, there is no soft and elegant figure of powdery snow, nor the charm of too many sparse branches crisscrossing the sky. The fresh sun in winter is a gold medal awarded to Hainan.

In the morning, a few carefree clouds swam over in the sky. The bright sunshine penetrated the clouds, and the long and soft light beams revealed the joy of life and the mist-like sadness. The morning breeze blows lightly, bringing clear coolness.

The dim morning scene means eternal comfort. I saw the mountain from a distance. Under the rising sunshine, the outline of the mountain outlines the magnanimity, softness and slowness of perseverance, evoking the eternal tranquility and solemnity.

In the waiting for the changing of seasons, the distant mountains and low hills are like bows. Even if the plump green watered by the spring rain is lost, all people no longer look up, nor do they need to beg for the sunshine illuminated by the setting sun. Crimson and bright. Go for a walk in the rubber garden. It is no longer a world filled with colors, birds singing and flowers fragrant.

The path in the forest is winding and ups and downs. The lush rubber leaves are gradually falling away.

Small trees, big trees, low on the ground, high on the ground, the trees stand in a very hierarchical manner, with strong trunks pointing directly at the blue sky under the sun, as if it says that the moment we enter early winter, it is particularly deep and solemn. 's heart. The thin stream in the forest has clear water and green water. The dark green water plants at the bottom bend softly downwards, and the threads are crowded, clustered and leisurely with the gurgling water.

The little flowers by the stream, holding up their hard and clear meridians, blew out the last ray of fragrance under the chilly forest wind. The rolling rubber forests, majestic and steady, face the cold wind that passes through the loneliness, and the embroidered dresses that shine brightly under the sun make the rubber garden contain a rich and profound heritage in winter.

At night, Hainan’s gorgeous winter full moon shines on the earth, spreading a thin layer of frost. On a quiet winter night, the moonlight seemed very cold, slanting and whispering gently to the tower.

Strolling on the streets, walking through the long road in the hazy moonlight, the night was wet, as if it was about to sink. The night is getting quieter, and with the movement of the night wind, the fluttering leaves are not as unrestrained and lively as in summer, but instead have a kind of sensitivity and innocence, adding to the thickness of the night.

The street lights on the streets dimmed, and the bright moon in the sky used its soft silver light to smooth out all the potholes on the ground. In the shade of the trees on the sidewalk, the swaying light and shadow hang down gently, like a bright feather, gently lifting the heart.

Occasionally, three leaves and two big-leafed fig leaves float leisurely on the mottled brick road, fluttering around, mixing with the fine moonlight filtering through the tree crown, and unexpectedly emerging from the silent night light. The ground made a "sand, sand..." sound. When I really stood in the winter night and looked at myself seriously, I unexpectedly felt that my free mind felt the subtle movement on the leaves.

Winter bestows quiet love, and it is her deep embrace that secretly surges with the excitement of spring; winter bestows the reincarnation of life, and it is she who tells people that peace is also the quality of a beautiful life. The pale, lonely, hard winter is full of new emotions.

I like Hainan’s winter, and I also like the charm of Hainan’s winter. Look at the sunshine in winter, the glue garden; look at the night in winter, the moonlight.

Listen to the cold breeze, the almost singing sound on the treetops, weaving the rhythm of winter. I'm asking myself, will the leaves falling in the wind no longer be the fiery Fenfei that once lived in my life last year? . 9. Appreciation of the composition of "Winter in Hainan"

Winter in the Heart

Winter is a mirror in the cold night, revealing a hint of coldness. In such a season, the impression is always particularly profound.

If someone asks me what season I like, I will answer without hesitation: "Winter."

For some reason, I am always curious about winter. I always have special feelings for winter.

I can’t explain my curiosity about winter. I just feel that it and I are somehow connected by a lifeline. It is like a magnet, and I am just a lightweight and small child. The ball, as soon as it gets close, I will be pulled towards 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. When winter comes, I will be touched inexplicably.

In my opinion, winter is the peak period of memory. In the winter days, the gears of my memory will always be inexplicably pulled by the rope. This fallacy of mine was confirmed by my friend. So during the winter days, I make it a point to pay special attention to everything. In winter, my heart is always very heavy, especially when the weather is bad, but occasionally I feel happy. In the winter, sometimes I can’t even figure myself out.

In winter, I always feel dizzy, maybe it’s the days of hibernation. But I don't want to give up my life. It would be such a waste to spend such a beautiful day sleeping without feeling it, and I would not be willing to do so. After all, there is only one winter a year. But there are no good pastimes in winter. It’s all my fault for being brooding. However, there are sometimes new discoveries in meditation.

If I have to remove one season from the four seasons, except winter, I don’t care if any season disappears. I don’t like places where it’s like spring all year round. Because it is too monotonous. In my opinion, the three seasons of spring, summer and autumn seem to be the same. God wants winter to decorate them. Sometimes I wonder what I would do if there is no winter, although if it is true Without winter, the earth would still rotate and people would still have to live, but when I thought about it, I was really scared.

I love winter so much, but it always seems like a dream to me. The time when the dream begins is autumn, and the time when the dream wakes up is spring. The end of autumn unknowingly entered winter, and then unknowingly stepped through winter and entered spring. I always feel that I get through winter quickly, but when I try to think back, there is nothing particularly happy about it.

Winter is such a season that makes me scratch my head, a season that makes me have a special affection for it.

Winter

Winter comes very suddenly. The gorgeous sunshine a few days ago still made people’s faces itch. The peaks stained with red and yellow colors set off the blue sky. Very beautiful.

The girls in the small town are still showing off their youthful fashion, but winter is approaching with an irreversible attitude. In just a few gloomy days, the sound of winter's footsteps soon reached the door of my house. The bustling city seemed to be frozen in an instant. There were fewer and fewer people riding bicycles. Pedestrians were walking in a hurry with their hands in their pockets, their chins in their mouths and their heads lowered. The usually spacious tourist buses All of a sudden it was filled to the brim with people wrapped up tightly. The tall plane trees on both sides of the street were stripped of their white skin. A few remaining leaves on the street were swollen red by the rain, hanging silently on the branches. A couple hugged each other gently next to the bus shelter. The girl's hands were quietly inserted into the pockets of the boy's cotton coat. The boy was strong against the biting north wind with his back. Winter nights are dark and long, even in the bustling streets. On the street, everyone has a long face with each other. The passing cars divide the flow of people back and forth, and the short distance is separated by the torrent of steel and cold machinery. A city with hundreds of thousands of residents does not have a festive atmosphere where people are jostling each other and people are excited. On the contrary, there is a certain desolation hidden behind everyone. The luxurious streets are paved with smooth ceramic tiles, and the flashing neon lights show off the splendor of the modern city to the passing crowds, while the beggars lying or lying in dark corners and on the cold steps seem to be saying something to the people in a hurry.

Winter mornings

Winter mornings are beautiful, if you don’t believe it, please take a look——

Every morning when I open the door and go out, the biting cold wind blows. The ground blew and hit me from time to time. And, occasionally, naughty little snowflakes will fall down like a dance. There are all kinds of hexagonal snowflakes: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like scraps of paper... They are really beautiful. When it falls on the ground, it seems to have covered the earth with a thick blanket; when it falls on a tree, it feels like it is dressed in silver; when it falls on a car, it is like a freshly baked cream cake. This beautiful snow scene immerses people in the fresh air. Everywhere is covered in silver, so beautiful.

However, what makes people feel the breath of winter first at home is the ice flowers on the windows. Some are like forests and full of mystery; some are like streams, as if they are quietly Flowing; some are like Santa Claus, seeming to come to deliver gifts to people... Miss Winter is so ingenious!

In the club, it was even more crowded and very lively. People are wearing thick cotton clothes, like cotton bags. They (she) performed morning exercises accompanied by beautiful music.

The artificial lake was covered with a thick layer of ice. Some naughty little students were playing and playing on the lake, and bursts of laughter could be heard from the lake from time to time. …

Winter is very cold. To be honest, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I feel strange. Ah, I love winter, because in winter "the strong wind knows the strong grass", I love its character.