People's descriptive compositions in cold weather.

1. In an essay describing people in the cold winter, there is a song called "In Spring", which impressed me deeply: "If one day I am in No Country for Old Men, please leave me during that time. If one day I leave quietly, please bury me in this spring; In this sunny spring, my tears can't help but flow down. "

These words made me feel extremely sad, and I thought of "Spring Mom". This is a mother who has a son with leukemia. She sold all her property for her son.

Helpless, she took a broken acoustic guitar and sang this song "In Spring" with her tone-deaf voice in that street. Many people were moved by her and raised money for her. They also held a party for her and went to various places to raise money to treat her son.

In fact, the mother should have lived happily at home, and her son should have raised her. But now, my son is lying in the hospital bed, and my mother raises money to treat him.

My eyes hurt when I think about it. I think I must treat my mother well when I grow up. Besides, I am glad that there are so many good people in my country. Although some of them didn't donate money, they also sent some condolences to my mother in the spring. How can we not feel warm in this cold winter? Why can't people feel the breath of spring? Why is it not touching? In this cold and bleak winter, let us melt the cold snow with love; Let the world be full of love and let people feel incomparable warmth in this cold winter. In spring, my mother made us feel the hardship of my mother, and at the same time let us know that there are so many kind people in the world, which made us feel the beauty and kindness of people in this cold winter.

Although the snow is heavy, the temperature in people's hearts can still melt it. People all over the world, let's join hands to create a beautiful spring, which is no longer cold in this cold winter.

Snow does not belong to winter, but is born in winter, which coincides with winter in time. As a seasonal ornament and decoration, snow is a fleeting scenery in the sun.

Before it snowed, there was no night so clear and dreamy. No sooner had I knocked on the window than the snow came at night and lit up my drooping eyes. Occasionally, I froze, overwhelmed by snowflakes dancing and laughing at the same time. I want to find a warm and simple reason to take those snowflakes I shook off on the windowsill as comfort to mankind. And I only have this kind of emotional ups and downs, but I don't have any related expressions. Quietly, I asked the night about the home of snow. Is it so cold and white?

In front of the snow, I am not generous enough to compare with those who pick up the flute and play on a snowy night. I only covet those six-petal snowflakes. Stay a little longer and let me listen a little longer. Wandering around in a person's home, there is some unknown commotion in my heart, which comes from the tranquility and peace on a snowy night. Let the snow continue to pervade the world. I put on my coat and went out quietly, leaving footprints that have been extended to further places. ...

Going out is just an impulsive move, for more snowflakes, for more artistic conception, for more fantasies. Sometimes I really feel that snow is an outlet of the soul, something that runs away from home after extreme cold. Finally, I fell into this world and changed into these unique scenes. Glittering snowflakes are no numbers splashed after leaving home. I picked up a few pieces and wanted to save them, chew them and savor them.

3. The composition of primary school students In the cold winter, a person's biting cold wind blows and comes at me from time to time.

Occasionally, naughty little snowflakes fall like dancing. It is very cold in winter.

To tell the truth, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I have a strange feeling. The cold wind pierces the soul like a needle. In this weather, all the pedestrians on the roadside are gone. Birds and animals also disappeared without a trace. In winter, a thin layer of snow, like a huge soft wool felt, covers this vast wasteland, shining with cold silver light.

In winter, the whole world becomes a big refrigerator, the mountains are shivering with cold, the rivers are frozen stiff, and the air seems to be frozen. In the cold winter, the river changed its former excitement, and it seemed to fall asleep peacefully that winter. It's so cold, people have a sore nose and headache, and their feet are like two pieces of ice.

This winter, the ground is frozen and cracked, the small north wind is blowing like a knife, the snow is flying all over the sky, the wind is howling, and a snowstorm is coming. In an instant, the dark sky merged with Xue Hai, and everything was out of sight.

This day, it's too cold. Even the flowers and grass on the roadside tightened their bodies.

The cold north wind roared like a roaring lion. The wind stung me mercilessly like a knife. The wind is like a naughty child. I have gripped my clothes tightly, but the wind can still touch me.

Pedestrians in the street shrink their necks and walk backwards, and children playing by the roadside also run home. There were fewer pedestrians, so I hurried home. Winter is coming, and the streets are as bright as silver. Long icicles hung in front of the eaves like crystal daggers, and the breath of pedestrians turned into white smoke.

When the dawn has not yet arrived, I feel unusually cold, so I hurried back to the dormitory to get a dress to put on. Fresh boiled water freezes as soon as it hits the ground.

The cold winter has come, and after a heavy snow, the whole East Red has become a world of powder and jade. The willow trees are covered with silver bars, and the lawn is covered with silver wires.

With the cold wind blowing, the yellow leaves fell into the arms of Mother Earth.

4. To describe the cold in winter, 200 words is enough. To write about the cold at that time, it was the cold day of 1.9, and the frozen snow turned the whole world into a big refrigerator. The mountains are shaking, the rivers are frozen stiff, and the air seems to have solidified. Winter hasn't arrived yet, but it's already too cold. The wind blew trees everywhere and the minimum temperature dropped. I heard the wind whistling outside, as if a tiger was roaring. The wind is blowing on my window, making a "bang" sound, making it difficult for the old man to sleep. The noise is so loud that I can wake the sleeping people. I couldn't sleep for a long time, quietly listening to the wind whistling in the tiger ... It was a long time before I fell asleep in a daze. I get up in the morning and go outside. There is no intention of reducing it at all. The wind is so strong that I can hardly stand up. At this time, my clothes have become a big fat man. Although I wear so much and so thick, the wind keeps drilling into my body. At this time, I saw pedestrians on the road take out all kinds of weapons to keep out the cold, cotton-padded clothes, cotton-padded clothes, down jackets, scarves and silk scarves. In winter, the outdoor willow covered with frost and snow is covered with tree hangings, like silver bars hanging on trees, which is particularly spectacular. In winter, a thin layer of white snow, like a huge soft wool felt, is covered and picked on this vast wasteland, shining with cold silver light. 6. Early winter, like a beautiful, noble and reserved princess, waving her magical veil.

This is a cold winter. It's windy outside, and sometimes it snows a little. The unspeakable cold made everyone panic. You can't wear sweaters, gloves, cotton-padded clothes and dress like a bear, or you will be frozen into popsicles.

In such a cold winter, we have to stay in the classroom and dare not go out, because as soon as we go out, the biting cold wind will pounce on us, making you pale and red-handed, making you feel helpless, cold and uncontrollable, just like eating all the peppers in the world. In the cold winter, no matter how lazy a person is, he will jump up and down like a stimulant as soon as he blows the hair, especially when he gets up in the morning to change clothes. This is the coldest time. He only wears pajamas. At this time, when we feel extremely cold, we can't wait to put on all our clothes in one second.

Alas, it is too cold in winter. I really hope that winter will pass quickly and spring will come to us soon!

Last night, I don't know when a strong wind blew. When I woke up, I only heard the cold wind whining, which made the branches outside swing wildly. Some dead branches can't stand the attack of this strong wind and broke with a click. In the morning, the temperature dropped several degrees. I got dressed and went to buy breakfast with my father. When I went downstairs, a cold wind cut my face. Alas, the winter wind is so annoying. On both sides of the road, the leaves on the branches turned yellow, and the once vibrant grass could not hold on, some fell down and some turned yellow. On the mountain, except for the pine and cypress, it is green, and the others are yellow. There are few pedestrians on the road. Some people wear scarves and gloves, shrink their necks and run all the way. Some children put their hands over their ears, hiding from the limelight and flinching. Dad said: "if there is no north wind in winter, there will be no cold current, no cold, and no pests will freeze to death." Therefore, the cold wind is the soul of winter, and everything in the world has its reason.

7. How to write the charm of winter? The biting cold wind mercilessly blew away the joy of people's harvest. The heavy snow masked all the noise and sunny mood at the same time. In the cold wind, the topic of "hate winter" spread all over the city with the wind as the carrier, and also reached my ears in winter, but winter is not sad. She is still so calm and natural. She knows that time goes by, her children, spring. I'm going home soon. Winter in the story is like a behind-the-scenes worker in real life or a "villain" on the stage. They are willing to suffer. As long as the performance goes well, they will think that sweat is dew; No matter how the director demonizes the negative characters, he thinks it is his responsibility to successfully contrast the positive characters. After the scenery, people often remember which actor performed well on the stage, but who can tell the master plan of the party; At the end of the film, people talked about the touching scene of the hero saving a beautiful woman, but who cares how many injuries the "bad guys" suffered because of shooting the "beating incident"? It is true that the party focuses on the performance of real stars, and the selling point of the film is really the hero's heroic attitude. After watching and laughing, don't forget to bring the cast behind the scenes. Only in this way, those "winters" will be very moved. Winter is coming. The philosophy contained in simple words has inspired generation after generation, but I always feel that this is a bit unfair to winter, giving people the feeling that they are advising you: stay up for another two days! Think of the flowers in spring, this damn winter is not so hard! But do you know that sowing in spring will be smooth without heavy snow? If there is no ice in winter, will the soil be wet in spring? Without the tempering of severe winter, will the footsteps of Miss Chun be so healthy and firm? It is true that winter is the mother of spring. Therefore, I want to pirate an old man Shelley's sentence: Without the arrival of winter, there will be no beautiful approach of spring. Winter is a great mother. Spring is gorgeous, summer is passionate and autumn is full. Most people want to be as pure, sunny and steady as they are. But I like winter, I don't pretend to be different, I don't pretend to be individual. I really love the calmness, selflessness and tolerance of winter. According to my personality orientation, I will probably be a behind-the-scenes person and contribute silently in the future. I like it as much as winter. I will try my best, although I am not beautiful; I will work hard, although I am not dazzling, because I think it is more attractive to be a "winter".

8. Autumn seems to be coming to an end. I cast my last shadow with the unbearable sunshine, and the shadow leaning against the corner of the corridor was getting weaker and weaker by the wind. I don't know whose follower that character is and who gave it life. Maybe it's just a bicycle, or a mottled leaf shadow falling on a hollow brick wall, or a wild cat's motionless daydream. The wind is like running water. With the passing clouds, sinking into the sky, the wind flowing slowly through me always makes me feel catching up, perhaps because I can't catch up with the upper hand. I even believe that the wind disappears when it blows over me, and there will always be a door in front of it, a door that takes it to the ends of the earth. Because, no matter how fast I react, I can't hear the next gasp of the wind. It was a long time ago. At least when the wind is still immature, I gradually gave up this pursuit. My pursuit is futile, which will entangle my thoughts. The more outrageous my imagination is, I often can't find an exit around it. Now the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and its running speed is also increasing rapidly. It may have touched the deep spring in my memory countless times, but I won't chase it quickly, and even my fingers don't want to collide with the wind again. I just have a faint smile on my face. Maybe the wind no longer uses its door, maybe I can catch up with it completely, but everything is a thing of the past. The only thing I can do, similar to what I did before, is to smile faintly in the wind. A bunch of unknown flowers on the steps, with a faint purple yearning for the sky, the wind sat helplessly beside the flowers, and the swaying flowers shook their heads silently. Not dandelion. It can't send its thoughts to the blue sky, so it mourns, but when the wind is in its ear, it tells a feeling of parting before the dandelion comes. In this regard, the flowers bloom silently, and all ideals have to pay the price. The flower pondered this sentence repeatedly in her mind, wanted to sigh, but forgot how to sigh. It is another late autumn and a season of free wind. Yellow leaves all over the sky don't know it's the wind. This is a gorgeous and loose style without losing temperament. When the wind subsides, I will reach into the air with a slightly curled book in my hand, and there will be some dead leaves lying quietly beside the slightly curled smile of my book. I hope I can get some inspiration from it, because I am so amazed at the poetry of autumn. For example, the graceful poet carved moonlight on the water, and the flute made it tremble slightly. They won't fly in front of my eyes in autumn, or because everyone can't see butterflies in autumn, because those leaves are too gorgeous and dancing is too gorgeous, so we can't see butterflies that clearly exist at this time. Maybe the butterfly is Xia Meng, which only flies in summer and can't detect Xia Meng in autumn, so it deceives our eyes. If so, then in summer, everyone believes in dreams. This is really a dream season. Another late autumn, another late autumn song. The piano is very quiet, only silk and bamboo instruments, and the sound of the piano blown by the wind is still ringing in the ear in the distance. Late autumn, it does not belong to a season, it is just the end of a season. God always does this, writing all the good things at the end, and the ending is always poetic.