The Description Composition of 500 Winter in Nanjing

1 .500 words in winter in Nanjing Nanjing is beautiful all year round! Mochou Lake in spring is fresh and moist; Pearl spring in summer is cool and bright; Qixia Mountain in autumn is warm and romantic. When the girls in winter flutter their wings and look around this ancient capital, Nanjing is like a blooming white lotus embedded in the cold southern country with thin water and mountains, and I face the world wrapped in silver outside the window in this cold season, how can I not admire the winter in Nanjing!

It was the old man who walked over in winter and brought rich and soft snow from the North Pole. The white snow fell in all directions of Nanjing. Zhongshan in the eastern suburbs is smiling, and the Confucius Temple is also very busy. The urn in the Zhonghua Gate, the Yuejiang Tower on the Lion Mountain, and the pharmacist stupa in the Jiming Temple all quietly put on gorgeous snow robes. Snow stained the buildings with scattered heights and fell on the quiet Changbai Street and the protruding iron chimney in the alley courtyard. Snowflakes fell on the branches of paulownia trees, forming thousands of fluffy and bright silver bars. The snowy Yushu makes people squint and vaguely dream of a white dream.

The gray sky is lit up, the cold is aggravated, and the faint morning light lingers on the ground. Those who were shivering in the cold wind yesterday suddenly fell into a wonderful kingdom of ice and snow today. As soon as every household draws the curtains, it causes an excited cry in the warm room. So people couldn't stay any longer, and excited people gathered in large and small yards, old and young. Snow sweepers and shovelers are busy and laughing. Children are the happiest. They are running, making noise, having snowball fights and snowballing. It's so hot that even sparrows on telephone poles are jealous.

Xinjiekou is full of traffic, people are coming and going, the year is approaching, and everyone is busy with the New Year! The road just covered with velvet soft quilt has already been replaced with printed cotton-padded jacket. People's hats, down jackets, chests and even eyebrows are decorated with snowflakes, their hands are bulging with big bags of things, and their faces are sweeter than honey. In the crowded station, those couples are lazily hugging each other, which means nothing. A child in a small white wool coat, like a white bear, snuggled in his mother's arms, his little hand stretched out to catch the snow, and his bright little eyes looked around curiously, watching the traffic on the road.

However, Nanjing is full of beauty at any time. Perhaps it is the unique ancient mentality of Nanjing people that regulates this point! No, even on this cold and snowy morning, look at these clouds. In the pavilions of the park and beside the flower beds of the street, Kunqu fans who have already gathered together have a clear-cut stand and are infatuated, and those who don't like listening to the drama will also be moved. Besides opera fans, Tai Chi players and diabolos, there are also some elderly people walking birds. They get together in twos and threes and chat in different places.

When the old people are tired of walking, the opera fans sing and go to the breakfast department in twos and threes. Not much, just a bowl of Lao Wang wonton, two fried Huang Liang, and bulging crispy fried dough sticks. Hey, look, within a month, one by one will definitely shine.

Speaking of eating, there are really many delicious snacks in winter in Nanjing! Not to mention delicious baked sweet potatoes and hot duck blood vermicelli soup. Speaking of Qinhuai snacks with a long history, many of them have been restored now: dried fennel, shaped beans, beef pot stickers and so on.

To outsiders, winter in Nanjing may not be as charming as other seasons, but there are still many people who came to Meihua Mountain not far from Wan Li to take a photo. If the fragrant plum blossom mountain in winter makes them feel fresh and excited, then the feelings of Nanjing people are completely different. When they see Meihua Mountain, they will think deeply. The pride of plum blossom symbolizes the spirit of Nanjing people. It is with this spirit that Nanjing is full of vitality even in winter.

Oh, Nanjing in winter is so beautiful!

I've only been in Nanjing for over a month, and it snowed three times. It's very cold and it's snowing heavily. You see, the roofs, streets, branches and cars are covered with white snow flowers, flying all over the sky.

The leaves of the seminary are all gone, the bare branches are shaking in the whistling north wind, and the yellow grass is bent down with cold. When the snow covers the earth, the small animals don't want to come out to play, even the singing birds hide at home.

I stood on the balcony at home, looking at the white earth and the white sky. Footprints on the ground were quickly buried by snow, and there were many snowflakes on the balcony window. Nanjing is much colder in winter than Nanchang! However, children are not afraid of winter, they think winter is very interesting! We can have snowball fights, make snowmen and skate ... I like winter best, too. I want to draw the most beautiful picture for it. Let me add a little warmth to the cold winter in Nanjing.

3. Composition describing winter in southern China, about 500 words. Maple leaves falling slowly in winter in the south are like missing. I light a candle at the end of the year to warm autumn.

I don't like winter, for nothing else, because it is too cold, which makes me feel that this beautiful world has become so stiff and powerless that the whole world has closed its eyes and hibernated quietly. Standing at the window and looking out, although the leaves on the tree did not fall off, the tree looked so haggard. There are few pedestrians and vehicles on the street, and I occasionally hear laughter, but in less than a second, everything dies in an instant.

At this time, the sound of cars whizzing past and whizzing past, no matter how loud, can not wake up all sleeping things. Because it is cold in winter, I feel that the winter scenery there is useless.

"It snows here. When we come together tomorrow morning, we can see thick snow everywhere! " The other end of the phone is Shanxi. It's already snowing there. Although it is much colder, it is valuable, just like "when God closes a door, he will open another window for you".

However, it is cold and dry here, and there is no considerable scenery. Although the temperature is around 10℃, it is enough for us to complain-because I am a child in the south. I used to like rain very much, because E79FA5E98193E58685A 5EB93133264663061can compose a unique song for rain.

It's wonderful to listen to the sound of raindrops hitting the eaves and windows in different sizes. But in winter, no, I denied my opinion, and I began to hate rainy days, because it would make the already cold weather colder and colder, and the atmosphere would become heavier and heavier.

Walking on the wet street, I will complain and worry. Complain about the bad weather, and worry that muddy water will stain my pants, because it is really difficult to wash clothes in winter. Although I didn't wash it myself, I will inevitably learn from it when it is dirty.

The rain, the more worried. The warm snow was falling, and the wind blew the snow off my north-facing window pane. Things like catkins stick to the glass, and the lights outside the window are gradually blurred.

Late at night in winter, I was facing the window of the canal, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger. Woo-hoo's voice slapped the snowflake on the glass, and Ma Touqin's voice was faintly heard in the whistle. I know it's a heavy snow. It seems that flying over the grassland will cover up the desolation of the north. The land is white, and the very cold land can sleep.

I went to bed when the snow piled up on the windowsill. When I woke up, a midday sun shone through the window. I'm confused. I vaguely remember a heavy snow last night. How can there be the sun during the day? Oh, it's winter in the north. I get up, brush my teeth easily, chew an apple, and then go outside. It's really heavy snow. The snow on the ground is five or six inches thick. There are already children making snowmen in the yard. Behind the street, there is a uniform bungalow. There is thick snow on the roof, and the chimney on the roof is smoking. That's Xiaogan who makes tofu and cooks soybean milk.

On the eaves, the snow melted by the sun began to drip, and a crystal ice fell from the dripping place. The ice was glittering with the sun. Walking through the snow to the suburbs, the river has frozen and there is snow on the ice. That river is a snowy river, combed by the wind, and the snow shows signs of flowing.

The willows on both sides hung silver branches, and the wind stopped. It always follows the footsteps of the night. I walked on, and the mottled land of hay, mud and stones was covered with endless snow. A flock of pigeons flew over the snowy day, and the whistle shook off the snowflakes on the willow tips. I think there should be sika deer running in the vast snowfield.

However, this is Beijing, and only Beetle-style cars crawl slowly on snowy roads. Snow covered the village and there was faint smoke in the village. They are still using coal stoves, which are light blue in snowy days.

I can't help thinking of the snowy days in the south of China. Snow is also white and fat. It covers the earth. There are green plants on the earth, such as camphor tree, pine tree, palm tree, privet and bamboo. Bamboo is bent by snow, bamboo is green, snow is white, and the village is covered with snow. There will be a small pond in front of Baipangzi Village, and there will be a piece of black water floating lightly with milky fog. On top of the residual lotus, snow accumulates on the lotus stalks, but the color of snow is not like lotus.

In the snow, there are some cruciferous plants with golden flowers. The snow in the south is covered with a stream, which is thin into a line, with crisp sound and crisp metal texture. Is it cold and crisp? There is no wind in the south. Compared with the north, the south has no decent wind, and it is more atmospheric, neither cold nor hot.

But in the snowy days in the south, there will also be the sun, which is orange, and the golden light will be smeared on the chubby snow, reflecting a warm luster. There are also some birds, herons, Chinese Pulsatilla, wax mouths and sparrows. Heron lives in the lotus pond and privet tree. It is a kind of bird. They competed for the last seed on the tree.

When I was in the geological team, it was not easy to see drilling rigs, white drilling rigs, and there were machines singing inside. Warm snow covers the thin winter, and the white earth is like a quiet mood, with a little imprint of bird's feet, like the fallen leaves of bamboo.

Oh, the white heat, over the soft ridge, the withered wormwood standing on the fence and the fallen lion grass, snow is a pure thing. In my heart, there is a warm current, the spirit of winter, who makes the earth white and the world into chaos. More and more distant villages came the sound of striking the iron.

I think at this time, people are sitting by the small yellow mud stove, cooking delicious food in the pot and talking about the snow scene in these years. Now the snow is unwilling to cross the south of the Yangtze River. Hearing the tinkling of the iron, I have a feeling that it is less warm than standing by the iron stove. It is a kind of warmth that comes from my mood, and it soars in my heart. In a cold winter, snow covered the thin earth.

That freehand brushwork, in the snow drilled by some green leaves, there are some small winds shaking, shaking the crystal white flowers of rice and vegetables. Acorus calamus at the water's edge, white flag leaves withered and yellow, swaying on the shallow ice and thin snow.

In the northland, in the snowy area, several giant grey-headed pines have also lost their colors. The canal is covered with ice, and the thickness of snow on the ice is uneven. The snow on both sides of the river floated down, and there was no small color on the snow. The grass was killed in winter.

The huge bird's nest on the poplar tree turned into a snowball. Time is covered with some snowflakes, and I step on the snow, such as stepping on time. There are no figures, cows and herons in the snow in the distance.

4. The composition "Winter Scenery of Nanjing" is 800 words, with green ponds and trees around the web, and Chai Men faintly exposed on the moss wall.

The bell rang early with the Moon Frost Bridge, and guests accompanied pheasants into Liu Cun. -Inscription Laqi Barra, frozen chin.

It's Laba, March 9, and the temperature has dropped to MINUS 30 degrees. The cold wind is accompanied by flying snow, dripping into ice and smelling like frost. In this weather, if there is nothing to do, everyone wants to stay at home for the winter.

My son's school arranged some extracurricular reading materials to be winter vacation homework. For these books, no matter how cold it is, I will go out with my son! Three nine four nine. Before going out, I made full preparations to keep out the cold, found out the thick wool windbreaker shoes I used to wear when I was working outdoors, put on thick cashmere trousers and wrapped my whole body in a long white down jacket. Last year was just right. I don't know if it's shrunk or because I'm fat, but now I'm thin. Hats, scarves, masks and gloves are fully armed; Of course, two eyes are still exposed.

I took a photo in the mirror and led my son to Xinhua Bookstore like a polar bear and an Antarctic penguin. In the street, the northwest wind made my eyes hurt a little and I wanted to cry. Isn't it that my eyes have become seedlings holding computers in the greenhouse every day and can't stand the slightest cold? Behind the gate of my son's school, at the corner, a pile of snow that has not been cleared before is close to the height of the building, and several children are crawling, making noise and playing on it.

Their heads are bald, their heads are steaming, their faces are red, their hats are gone, and the snowballs in their hands fly to me, and I fly to you. A child stood on the top of a snowdrift and shouted, "I have climbed Mount Everest!" " The red scarf in his hand has been waving, and his joy is no less than that of a real climber. As soon as the children below saw the "mountain", they rushed over ... Shancheng Road was in front, and the place where Russian businessmen gathered was full of blond Russians. This is a treasure-house for doing business, and the price of shops is sky-high.

In the middle of the street, a China man is selling business to a Russian businesswoman in Russian. The Russian lady is tall and burly, wearing a brown rex rabbit hat and a knee-high brown mink coat. Her waist is twice as big as mine and she is much taller than me. When she poked there, she looked exactly like a brown bear. The China man opposite her is thin and shriveled, with no hat on his head and few clothes. He has a narrow neck and looks like a "Hao Han bird".

At this point, he is selling something similar to the * * * device to Brown Bear. While speaking Russian, he put the * * * device on the back of the "brown bear", probably to let her experience the effect. I don't know if the "brown bear" is too thick to feel, or not satisfied with the price. I saw her mumble away. "Hao Han Bird" seems unwilling to be born. He can't see his face and age. Next to him stood a girl of seven or eight years old, wearing a dirty old coat on her thin body, which looked very empty. She was wrapped and wrapped, but she couldn't resist the highest level of cold wind in China.

The thin body shivered in the cold wind, and a disheveled hair was exposed outside the worn scarf. There is a hole in the snowshoe on the foot, and a crumpled paper towel is stuffed in the hole. Seeing me pass by, the girl held out her little hand, which was red with cold. She didn't say "please give me some" like other beggars, but looked at me timidly with clear eyes and said nothing.

Without saying a word, I carefully took out Zhang Yiyuan coins and put them in my little hands. They were as cold as carrots. At the same time, I handed the gloves. I didn't ask them why they begged. I know everyone has their own story behind them. I'm not a saint. Tracing back to the source can't solve their plight. I just ask god to let them get rid of their suffering as soon as possible.

"Aye", "Aye" and "Aye", several gunshots made me tremble all over. Looking for prestige, in front of the most luxurious hotel in town, there is a row of wedding motorcades, with salute cars in front and a row of gun tubes behind. That's where the shooting just started. There is a crane with long firecrackers on each side of the hotel gate. Looking back, we can see that all kinds of high-end cars are available, including Lincoln, Mercedes-Benz, BMW and Audi A6. There are about 40 cars. I don't know which rich owner is married. This ostentation and extravagance is hard.

The door of the float opened, and the groom took the bride's hand in white wedding gloves and walked down to the scarlet carpet of the hotel. My eyes clearly show that those little hands are frozen like carrots ... this small world, big stage, rich and poor stories are interpreted in different versions every day.

5. The composition describing winter is 500 words. I'm worried sick ~ ~ I'm from the northeast. When I first came to Nanjing, I didn't like winter in the south. I always feel that winter without my hometown is interesting.

If this winter is in the north, it will be unique.

Speaking of winter in my hometown, I can't help but mention ice and snow. The snow and ice gave us a special sense of satisfaction-yes, can this be called a winter without snow? When the snow elves come, they fly all over the sky like feathers, falling on trees, houses, vegetable fields, rivers and even the hearts of every northeast person: another winter is coming! Less than a meal. There is a floor on the ground. At this time, the children will shout, rush out of the house and jump and run in the snow, as if this beautiful winter belongs to us children. When I was a child, I always made a snowman and had snowball fights with my friends. At that time, I was weak, and a day was still a pile of snow, but we would still play in the snow for a day. Gradually grow up, sometimes I will sit quietly on the windowsill, silently watching the snowflakes fall, watching the snowflakes slowly decorate the mountains and rivers into silver; Sometimes I will go out of the house, look up and feel the cool feeling of snowflakes falling on my face, reach out my hands to pick up the glittering snowflakes and watch them slowly melt in my palm. The snow in my hometown is delicious!

Speaking of winter in my hometown, I can't help but mention sauerkraut pork soup. Take sauerkraut, make some fat pork (we don't want lean meat, we don't eat fat meat, we just borrow flavor), put a little seasoning, and a pot of the most distinctive dishes in the north will be ready. If once upon a time, it was a family sitting around the kang and drinking steaming and delicious sauerkraut soup, it would be comfortable. If we are in our hometown now, I think our family must be sitting in a warm room this winter, eating the sauerkraut soup made by our mother, looking at the beautiful snow scene outside the window and talking about our favorite topics!

But in this southern winter, there is no snow, no sauerkraut soup, and there is no heating in the house. I sit in the house shivering.

Thinking of this, I miss my hometown more, and miss the winter that lingers in my heart!

Winter in my hometown

Winter in my hometown is very cold, and it is MINUS 20 degrees every day. The biting wind stung my face like a knife. Sometimes the howling northwest wind will blow the dead leaves everywhere, and the hateful garbage will be hung on the branches by the wind. Of course, if it snows, it will be a different scene here.

You see, snowflakes like goose feathers keep falling from the sky covered with red clouds, and in a short time, the whole world turns white. creek

Snow fell on the pine tree, and the pine tree was covered with a white coat; Snowflakes fall in the wheat field and cover the babies in the wheat field with layers of quilts; Snow fell on the road, paving a long carpet for the road; Falling on people's heads is like a loving mother knitting one hat after another ... The snow keeps falling and our children become happy. Call friends and have fun: snowball fights, snowballs and snowmen. ...

This is winter in my hometown. Although it is a little cold, it snows beautifully!

Take your time, landlord. I adjusted it carefully.

You want to ask me where winter is the most beautiful? I can proudly tell you that my hometown is the most beautiful in winter. I like winter in my hometown.

When winter comes, snowflakes fall in succession, and the earth turns white for a while. Splendid mountains and rivers become a powder jade world, and they creak when stepping on them. Snow left a trail of footprints. Look! A group of children are playing there, having snowball fights, making snowmen and throwing snowballs. The shouts of joy shook the snow. The deciduous willow trees are covered with shiny and furry silver bars. Evergreen pines and cypresses in winter and summer are full of fluffy and heavy snow masses. Occasionally, with a creak, the dead branches of trees are crushed. Grandpa Feng blew up the fallen snow dolls and told them not to be so naughty. Snow doll won't listen. They kept flying and playing. At this time, a beam of sunshine shines on the snow doll, ha! Father Sun came out. After a while, the earth opened her sleepy eyes and smiled happily when she saw that her body was so white. In winter, not only the earth likes it, but also people in my hometown like it more. They built snow sculpture, carved ice sculptures, carved colorful life and happy feelings ... not only the snow is unique to my hometown in winter. Listen, although it's so cold in winter, there are constant shouts in the market. ...

Winter is a happy season. I love winter, and I love winter in my hometown. "Xiaoshan housing network"

Winter in my hometown is beautiful, winter in my hometown is very cold, and winter in my hometown is endless.

In that big cloud, there are shiny little snowflakes. Snowflakes floated to the hillside, covered the hillside with comfortable quilts, floated to the roof, covered the roof with thick cotton-padded clothes, floated to the earth, and covered the earth with beautiful silver.

In the snowy environment, the children are making snowmen, having snowball fights, having snowball fights in the snow, and having a good time.

Next to the snow, there is a garden in which chrysanthemums have been covered with snow and ice. There is also a cedar in the flower bed, standing proudly, facing the biting cold wind. Cedar is covered with ice strips, like silver chrysanthemums, crystal clear. The sun came out, and the sun shone on the ice bars, reflecting dazzling light, which was beautiful.

At this time, I was intoxicated by the charming snow in my hometown.

6. Write about the fun of 500 winters in winter

Grandpa Dong came to our side in a hurry with Mr. Qiu's class. It brings the biting wind and the scene of dead branches freezing, which makes us feel that winter is coming!

It's foggy in the morning. The milky fog hangs over the earth, and there is white everywhere. Walking on the road, you can't see the figure clearly dozens of steps away; From the dense fog, you can only vaguely see the buildings and trees in front. In the fog, I heard the car, but I couldn't see the figure. Only the headlights are blinking like eyes.

The cold brought by winter is everywhere, even when there is no wind on a sunny day, it is dry and cold. Bare trees stood piteously on both sides of Jiang Bin Road, and the once vibrant grass finally failed to support and withered. The little flowers on the grass also fell asleep. The north wind is blowing, and young trees are struggling in the cold wind; The grass crawled on the ground as if afraid of the sudden cold wind.

In such cold weather, you can also see some strong people who are not afraid of the cold wind. In front of the national flag station on campus, the green figure is flashing. Those are rows of slender cypress trees. In the cold winter, they are so rich and green and full of vitality. On the road by the river, many cycads are planted. Its long and narrow leaves shine green in severe winter, adding greenery to white winter and embellishing the cold winter.

The early morning in winter is very lively. In Jiang Bin Park, people who exercise can be seen everywhere. In the vast fog, the figure kept shaking. Young people dress like athletes and are full of energy. They are running and jumping, full of energy and blood. The old people also went out of the house, reaching out on the grass, kicking and jumping, radiant. Although they are old people, they exercise like young people, and they fight the biting cold tenaciously. Look over there, even seven or eight-year-old children are exercising decently with adults. They were panting and their heads were steaming. Look, what a vibrant winter!

I like winter because it can temper people's will and make them stronger. You finally came in winter!