It's really cold around winter. Write a composition

1. Write a composition about how cold the weather is.

Walking in the light snow is more interesting.

There is only a trace of wind in the sky, holding the snow like a kite. Looking up, this silk wind dominates the snowflake like a butterfly, falling obliquely, spinning and flying, floating to the ground and falling on pedestrians. Snowflakes, like naughty children, never tire of playing, brush people's hot faces, turn into water droplets and flow onto eyebrows and beards, forming small ice cubes.

The snow fell silently and fluttered, and soon there was a thin layer on the ground. When you step on it, it will make cheerful footsteps "cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep,,,". With this step, you can spread your imagination wings as much as possible, pursue your best memories and embrace your happiness! You might as well take a deep breath. Flowers soaked in My Sweetie will also soak in your heart and spleen. You can't help thinking of a pure heart, and you will feel that the whole world is so pure.

As winter approaches, there are clusters of daisies with blue flowers on the bank of Songfang River. The maple trees on the mountain, a few days ago, were full of red leaves like flowers, burning like flames and falling all at once.

You see, you see, there are many thorny brown fruits hanging on the tall maple tree and among the bare tall maple trees. Between maple and maple, look, look, there are several tall trees. Among the bare trees, there are so many orange fruits and so many small red fruits. This is a ripe wild persimmon on the mountain.

It's early winter season, and a thin layer of snow, like a huge soft wool blanket, covers this vast wasteland, shining with cold silver light ... In the winter morning, the sky is full of fog, and people can't be seen after ten steps. Crows don't crow on poplar trees, and laurel trees hang down. The summer in the plateau is very short, and the autumn has passed in a blink of an eye, followed by several snowstorms, which filled the ravines in the river bed, and the long winter at the foot of the L 'Aquila Mountain began again.

In a snowstorm after winter this year, the cold current condensed the mercury column on the thermometer into a small point. This winter, dripping water turned into ice and the ground cracked.

The north wind is like a knife all day long, and snow is flying all over the sky. It was a windy and snowy day. The sun didn't come out all day, and the snow was so dark that people couldn't recognize it three steps away.

The sky became darker and darker, and it began to snow in the afternoon. Snowflakes are as big as plum blossoms, flying all over the sky, gloomy and busy, making Luzhen a mess. In Changchun, this is the season when dripping water turns into ice and breathing becomes frost. After a heavy snow, the north wind roared and the road was covered with thick ice.

Trees on the roadside are full of silver flowers, and buildings shine with dazzling Yin Hui like Qionglou Yuyu. The ice on the glass window has been sunburned, but the snow outside the window is still thick on the ground, and the opposite roof is white.

I don't mean to leave the earth in winter, as if I have to stay outside for a long time. Fenhe River is still covered with thick ice, and the cold wind is still shaking the erect poplars.

However, the cold in front of us can't resist the warming trend of the earth after all: the bottom of the ice layer makes a slight noise and it begins to melt; The tall poplar is spreading a simple branch, which is about to turn green. The sun appeared in the clouds and hid in it, and the fog and dew became thicker and disappeared.

The snow on the tree melted and flowed down the trunk. Semi-soluble snow water, like the tears of a blind horse, dripped on the embankment and fell on them, almost wetting their clothes.

The next morning, when I opened the door, a fresh and cold air came to my face. Looking around, the scenery in front of us is so charming.

Dong's mother seems to be worried that her child will catch cold, so she specially put a glittering and translucent white cotton-padded coat on Wuhan. The house and trees are all wrapped in this cotton-padded coat.

The sky is particularly clear, as if illuminated by snowflakes. The ground is as white as snow, as if it were covered with a carpet.

This carpet covers all fallen leaves and weeds. On this soft carpet, "Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep.

Large and small houses stood in the snow, and the red roof was enchanted by the magician and turned white. Under the eaves, thick and long stalactite icicles hang down.

On the window glass, there are all kinds of varied ice flowers. In the pond in front of the house, there are thin ice cubes floating. When you touch it gently, it will sink.

A thick layer of snow covered the branches and leaves of the tree, and the leaves were almost gone, but they still stood proudly like soldiers. Holly and wintersweet are still flourishing.

The snow on the holly tree was frozen, and the leaves were cleverly wrapped, making them red and blooming in succession, emitting a strong fragrance. They are very conspicuous in the snow, shaking their bodies and proudly saying, "Wind, blow, we are not afraid!" " ! When the footsteps of winter came quietly, it began to snow here.

At first, it was raining lightly. Soon, the snow deteriorated and mixed with raindrops fell to the ground, and the braking time melted. The ground is wet and falls on people's faces, which makes people shudder. You see, far away, on the hillside, in the Woods, the leaves of Sophora japonica and poplar have all fallen out.

They shook their bare branches in the cold wind. Evergreen pine and cypress are straight; Like a mighty sentry, he never gave in to the howling north wind.

In the cold winter, the goose feather and snow are flying in the air, and the cold wind blows the whistle and shakes the pine trees violently. Large tracts of snowflakes are pressed on the pine trees, and the branches are covered with thick snow.

Snow and snow want to conquer pine trees, but pine trees have defeated snow and snow again and again with tenacious perseverance and cold resistance, waiting for the arrival of spring. At this time, some people who work early have already embarked on a journey.

They are wearing down jackets, cotton-padded clothes, fur hats and gloves, all armed to the teeth. Some people who are afraid of the cold turn their collars up high, shrink their necks, shrug their shoulders and put their hands in their pockets. There is a white column of air coming out of their nostrils.

People who love winter must like snow, and I am no exception. One snowflake after another, falling down in succession.

This gorgeous hexagonal flower is crystal clear and flawless. Its elegant charm and grace are so beautiful.

It is really cold in winter.

It is too cold this winter.

When you turned away cruelly, did you ever think that I would be afraid of the cold? Maybe you already know that I am used to loneliness and cold for a long time, so I will once again advertise that the keynote of this story is the temperature in northern Siberia. Trembling is only a sign of cold, not everything, and it is not needed.

ChanJuan in Leng Yan is no longer the hope of Mid-Autumn Festival. She is clearly trying to persuade me that I am destined to go alone. The speed of thought can hardly keep up with the sigh that times have changed. It's better to throw everything into the water, wave your hand and say "goodbye".

It is too cold this winter. Tasting the cold taste, I feel that every pore on my face seems to have inserted an apical needle.

I want to warm my face with my hands, but I don't know that my hands are colder than my face. I picked up two pale fists, but I could not see the warmth of a prairie fire. Inadvertently caught a glimpse of the wrist strap loose a big step, can not help but sigh their amazing depression and malaise.

It was so cold that even the beard on his lips was as hard as ice, stuck in his mouth like a fence, and laughed at himself alone and frivolous. It is too cold this winter.

It doesn't matter, that means I have less concern and less fetters. Even if it is a sad and chic loss.

Bohemian wandering has become my own step, even if I sink, even if I fall ... this winter is too cold. Unconsciously, I have lost consciousness on my cheeks, and suddenly I realize that I seem to have matured and aged a lot, although this is a ridiculous argument.

It was so cold that even the flowers were frozen into crystal clear spirits, dancing from the sky, jumping on my numb face, and then lying on my nose so leisurely, staring at my eyes unconsciously, but not melting. I am very happy, very grateful, very grateful that it is willing to accompany me bored.

I finally waved it off, because I was afraid it would burn and leave a pool of tears. I made friends with loneliness, how can it hurt people? It is too cold this winter.

My eyes only see a vast expanse of whiteness, no beauty and ugliness, no loftiness and humbleness. You planted bottomless melancholy in my eyes again, and filled my pupils with sadness.

It doesn't matter, I will accept it with a little gratitude, look up at the missing moon, and still pursue my perfection indomitable, but I will despise the stars all over the sky. This winter is so cold, it records my memories and freezes my emotions.

In the cold winter, I saw a hazy self in a frozen world. He wanders in winter, wanders in winter, turns like a top, and nirvana like a phoenix.

After waking up, I will continue to catch up, just don't know where the next stop will be.

It is really cold in winter.

Composition of cool tones

The winter has come, and after a heavy snow, it has become a world of pink jade. The willow trees are covered with silver bars, and the lawn is covered with silver wires.

When I get up in the morning, it's foggy in winter. After the fog cleared, a beautiful scene appeared immediately. Pine needles are covered with a thick layer of frost, like a white autumn chrysanthemum. After a few blows, the yellow leaves fell in succession.

In the morning after the snow, I really can't bear to step on it when I see white snow flowers. When I was walking on the stone road under my feet, I heard a creaking sound.

My face is a little tight and itchy with cold. Although it is very cold, this coldness is concealed by my happy mood.

There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.

Snow, deeply cut, seems to be inextricably linked with emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything and has a sense of nudity like uncovering the head and tail. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...

The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.

After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow.

I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.

The snow in the evening is deeply cut, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, which can drown everything and have a sense of nudity. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...

The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.

After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow.

4. Write a paragraph about how cold it is in winter, 150.

God, it's so 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 run into my body. Pedestrians in the street shrink their necks and walk backwards, and children playing by the roadside also run home. There are fewer and fewer pedestrians, so I hurry home.

In Jianghan Plain, trees are a rare landscape, with lakes or rivers beside them. I remember that the water was covered with thick ice in winter. We walked on the river. There is ice on the clean branches-no, I put on my beautiful Joan clothes, and when the north wind blows, it makes a sound like broken jade. It is an indescribable sound that cannot be simulated, copied or reproduced. I stood on the ice and looked up. I experienced cold thickness and ice height.

These days are the coldest in winter. People in the street wear cotton-padded clothes, walk hard, tremble, sleep on thick cotton blankets, and sometimes feel a little cold. According to the Meteorological Observatory, the lowest temperature today can reach four degrees Celsius. No wonder there are a few biting cold winds blowing from time to time these days, blowing cold clothes, making the skin cold and the nose clean out of control. Even the flowers and leaves of my own beloved rhododendron are cold and drooping, and the flowers have withered.

Winter is a surly teenager, sometimes docile and clever, and sometimes playing some practical jokes. When he is happy, the sun is shining and the breeze is blowing gently. When he is unhappy, dark clouds cover the sun, and it rains and snows. He always greedily wanted this and that, and really gave it to him, but he didn't cherish it and vandalized it. He trotted on the yellow grass after autumn, thinking that the rustling of the grass was not pleasant to hear, so he scattered snowflakes all over the sky and wrapped mountains, rivers and fields in soft velvet blankets. He was very proud of his creation and cheered and frolicked on the snowy field. Under the care of the snow blanket, those yellow grasses had a sweet dream. In my dream, the spring breeze once gave off green buds. However, the teenager doesn't know Cao Ermeng. He hasn't played enough. He saw a swaying leaf on the tree on the other side of the river, but the gurgling river hindered his steps. He didn't have the patience to detour from the bridge, so he waved and raised a cold wind to freeze the river. He ran across the ice quickly, tore off the last leaf left on the branch, rubbed it in his hand until it broke, and then threw it away without pity.

"Winter is a girl from the seed of love, pure, romantic and elegant. She is like a waterfall, with long hair swaying in the wind. She has a round face like a full moon, bright eyes like stars, graceful waist and enchanting charm. She came leisurely from the depths of the wilderness with a longing for sincere love. She wore white sleeveless sleeves and danced colorful feathers among the mountains and rivers. The mountains and rivers were fascinated by her beauty, and she also changed into elegant clothes wrapped in silver makeup. With delicate fingers, she plucked carefully, and a song slipped leisurely from the strings. The vast forest was bewitched by her piano, and she also sobbed and sang a bitter song. Looking at the changes in the world around her because of her, her eyes and eyebrows are full of joy. Later, when she was tired, she sat down and listened, wondering if her prince charming had set foot on the journey to meet her. Then, all was silent, even the wind stopped circling, hiding behind the clouds and holding your breath. From far to near, a handsome young man was riding a horse. He held out his hand to the girl and the girl smiled, so innocent.

It is really cold in winter.

"Get up!" Cried the mother.

"Go to sleep for a while." I lay in bed and said.

"No, we will be late!" Mom said.

As soon as I heard the word, I was anxious. I quickly put on my clothes and looked at the clock. It's still early "Mom, you are lying. It's only seven o'clock. " I said angrily.

Mother said, "We have to eat."

My mother and I went to a noodle restaurant and ate a bowl of hot noodles, all warm. As soon as I left the noodle restaurant, the north wind blew by my ear. It's about eight o'clock, and the sun shines faintly, just like an amiable grandmother; The leaves on the tree are sparse and trembling in the cold wind; The grass on the roadside is yellow. As soon as the wind blows, the grass bows to the wind.

Old people on the roadside, some full of energy, are beating Tai Ji Chuan; Others walk on the side of the road with crutches; The children, rubbing their hands with cold, wore a lot of clothes, much like little penguins, and walked unsteadily.

Winter is really cold!

In winter, you must do more exercise.

6. Write a parallelism sentence with "It's really cold in winter"

1, because of snowflakes, the earth in winter is wrapped in silver; Because of the cold, the rivers in winter are frozen thousands of miles; Winter is unforgettable because of the strong wind.

2. A gust of northwest wind blew away almost all the colors, leaving only the yellow all over the world: dark yellow stones, naked, rolling on the roadside; Yellow reed leaves, only half left, struggling in the ditch; Green weeds, lonely, lonely in the garden; The yellow trunk, stripped of leaves, trembled at both ends of the bridge; Orange street lamp, hesitant, waiting on the street. ...

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the more beautiful it is. Big ones, small ones, fluttering. Some are like fairies flying in the air; Some are like meteors, passing by in a flash; Some are like white elves performing magic again.

4. Snow Fairy came, and she walked across the field with gentle steps. She scattered white snow flowers and floated across the forest; She danced lightly and embraced winter.

Snowflakes are flying in the air, flapping their wings like white butterflies. Snow falls on the roof, as if to put a scarf on the roof; Snowflakes fall on the big tree, which seems to be full of silver flowers; Snowflakes fall on the earth, as if to cover the earth with a thick quilt; Snowflakes fall on my head, just like putting some small clips on me.

6, I like winter, because it is like a judge, honest, fair and equal; I look forward to winter, because it has snow as white as goose feathers; I watch winter because it is like a sweet sleeping baby, and then there is a lively spring.

7. We like winter. Winter is a fashion designer, wearing white clothes for the earth. We love winter. Winter is a magician and gives everyone big marshmallows. Winter is a musician, writing music with various styles; We love winter, and winter is a strict teacher, who uses cold and snow as a pointer to educate us to have a strong will.

8. Winter is like a magician. Because in winter, the earth has been "like a strong wind in spring, which blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees"; With "thousands of miles of Huang Yun sunshine, the north wind blows geese and snow in succession"; The same as "Autumn Moon in Yang Minghui, Winter Mountain Show Cold Pine".

9. Winter is like a princess, waving a magical veil and sending cold winds; Winter is like a craftsman, waving a carving knife in his hand and carving the most beautiful ice flowers; Winter is like a magician, spinning a wand and turning it into a flying snowflake; Winter is like a fashion designer, wearing snow-white clothes for the earth with a unique vision; Winter is like a musician, composing the movement of the wind with dexterous hands.

10, a fashion designer in winter, wearing white clothes for the earth; Winter is a magician and gives everyone big marshmallows. Winter is a musician, writing music with various styles. Winter is a strict teacher, using cold and ice as a pointer to educate us to have a strong will.

1 1, with a little pride in the warmth of the winter wind. But it is not like the cold wind in the north, which makes people tremble; More unlike the wind in Beijing, it makes people blind. It is a kind spirit. When you set foot on your tired way home, it gently brushed your face and sent a chill. Or, slowly blow a few strands of hair in your ear and play a romantic symphony of nature. The sound of the wind, like an invisible hand, gently knocks on your heart. Can you pout at this elf's greeting? You just have to "endure" a few chills and get angry.

12, the earth in winter is wrapped in snow and silver; The mountains and rivers in winter are frozen for thousands of miles; In winter, people howl in the wind and wear cotton-wrapped coats.

13, in winter, it is a snow-white spirit, arrival on earth; It is an elegant lady, walking on the earth; He is a great painter. He painted the most beautiful color pictures!

14. In winter, although there are no charming flowers and birds in spring, no spectacular lightning and thunder in summer, and no attractive rich fruits in autumn, it also has implicit beauty dedicated to nature.

15, in winter, goose feather-like snow falls in succession. The snow on the ground is thick and soft; Snow falls on the house, white, loose and soft; The trees were covered with snow, which bent the branches. The sun shines brightly on the snow-capped mountains.