Write a composition with coldness.

1. Write a composition on the topic of coldness, and no cold words can appear in the full text. On the way to school, some uncles and aunts wear leather gloves and masks, some wear scarves, and some simply buckle their hats on their heads. A gust of wind blew, and I shivered and couldn't help shrinking my neck. Oh, it's so cold! I turned up my collar and put my arms on my chest, but I still couldn't stop the cold. I rubbed my hands, gasped in my mouth, spread my hands out, and a thin layer of frost was vaguely attached to my hands. Several poplar trees in the school cleaning area have all lost their yellow leaves, leaving only bare branches shivering in the cold wind.

It seems to say, "This cold wind is really biting! You see, the lawn at the head of the courtyard is now covered with a taupe coat, which looks like a big gray carpet from a distance. Even the little pine tree next to the podium, dressed in green like a soldier, shivered in the cold wind.

Walking alone in a deserted street, not many people come out for a walk on winter nights.

This beautiful city used to be noisy, but now it has become quiet. The cold north wind blew over the icy asphalt road and rolled up the late yellow leaves.

Looking at the silent city under the colorful lights, I can't help but wrap my coat and speed up my steps ... Autumn seems to be drawing to a close, and I cast my last figure with the sunshine I can't do, and the shadows leaning against the corners of the corridor are polished more and more by the wind. I don't know whose follower that character is or who gave it life. Maybe it's just a bicycle, or a mottled leaf shadow scattered outside the hollow brick wall, or a wild cat's motionless daydream.

The wind, like running water, flies away and sinks into the sky. The slowly flowing wind blows over me, which always gives me a feeling of 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.

That 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, the more I 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 many times, but I won't chase it soon, and even my fingers don't want to touch the footsteps of the wind again. I'm just a faint smile on my face.

Maybe the wind no longer uses its door, maybe I can catch up with it, but it's all over. 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, lavender, yearn for the sky. The wind sat helplessly beside the flowers, and the swaying flowers shook their heads silently. It is not a dandelion. It can't send its wishes to the blue sky, so it is very sad. But when the wind was in its ear, it told a long story about the sense of separation before dandelion came, and the flowers were silent about it. All ideals have to pay a price, and flowers are repeated in their hearts. It is another late autumn, and it is also a season when the wind is very free. I don't know whether the yellow leaves are wind-painted paper or scenery. This is a magnificent and rambling style of writing brought by the wind.

When the wind stopped, I reached into the air with a slightly curled book in my hand. There will be some dead leaves lying quietly beside the slightly curled smile of my book like works of art, and I hope to get some inspiration from them, because I am so amazed at the poetry of autumn. For example, the graceful poet carved the moonlight on the water, and the flute made it tremble slightly.

Butterflies have gone to sleep, and autumn will not fly in front of my eyes, 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 a summer dream, flying only in summer, flying only for summer, and autumn can't detect summer dreams, 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 the wind-blown silk and bamboo instruments are still playing gently in the distance but in the ear.

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.

It is impossible to write a cold word composition on a cold snowy night, and everything is silent. I walked alone on this desolate street, and the merchants on both sides of the road closed the doors and windows early. I wrapped my coat, and the north wind hit my face with white sand-like snow particles. My lips have cracked. For three days, I walked in this lonely city for three whole days. The front is still dark, my blood is cold, my limbs are stiff, but I can only move on, although the front is unbearable. Behind me, there is no desolation at all, which shows me hope. The meaning of my life! I tightened my pants and cold air poured in from my neck. I can't stop. I want to take away the cold, I want to bring you hope of life, I am spring! !

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Write an article vividly in the cold. Winter is coming, and the weather is getting colder and colder.

When I got up in the morning and lifted the quilt, I immediately began to tremble all over. I quickly got dressed and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. But my hands just don't work, I don't need any force, and I can't even hold my toothbrush. I sighed at my hand and tried to squeeze out toothpaste and brush my teeth. After brushing my teeth, I poured a lot of hot water into the washbasin and eagerly reached in. Oh! It is really warm. But by the time I finished wiping my face, the water was already cold.

After breakfast, I go to school with my bag on my back. As soon as I opened the door, a biting cold wind blew against my face, and I couldn't help shivering all over. I braved the strong wind and walked to school. The pine trees along the road are covered with thin and long ice strips. There is a thin layer of ice on the ground, and it is slippery to walk on. If you are not careful, you will slip. Look at a small river not far from my home. It has already formed a thin layer of ice. Walking on the road, my face was cut like a knife by the wind, and my ears were so cold that I lost consciousness.

When I came to school, I saw my classmates dressed like cotton bags. Some of them still wear hats, gloves and scarves around their necks. When I came to the classroom, I stamped my numb feet with cold, sat in my seat and looked around. Everyone was huddled up with cold. After the first math class, the teacher left some homework. This hurts me, because my hands are as cold as popsicles, let alone doing my homework, and Lian Bi can't hold it steadily. However, what if the homework is not finished? I can't help it I write with a pen between my five fingers. The words that can be written are dizzy, crooked and ugly But what can we do?

I finally got through the morning.

At noon, I go home for dinner. I am going to wash my hands. Suddenly I found a sparkling ice bar in the pool, which was quite nice. I want to touch it, but I'm afraid I'll freeze my hands. Suddenly, the door suddenly opened, and I thought who was coming. I ran over and looked, only to know that the wind was acting funny again. ...

Alas, the weather today is really unbearable!

4. Write a composition with Leng 1 as the main topic. Winter morning, spring, summer and autumn are often full of laughter all year round, but in the cold winter, something seems to be missing.

In the morning, on my way to school, fog covered the winter morning with a veil. Looking around, the grass on both sides of the road is covered with white transparent thin frost. Everything is so quiet and desolate, I can't see the little face of Zaohua, and I can't hear the cheerful songs of birds. There was a long silence in front of me. A north wind blew, and I felt a chill. Everything seems to be shaking except a few pine trees. Walking on the road, I only heard the north wind whistling and cars jingling.

In the rustling wind, I couldn't help crouching down and wiping off the frost of the grass, which withered under the cold north wind. I hung my head weakly and fell asleep. Seeing such a bleak scene, tears unconsciously flowed down, the trees were bare and the flowers were extinct. At this time, I am looking forward to the arrival of spring. Thinking about it, I stood up and looked at the distance. In this seemingly monotonous winter morning, I seem to see the flowers blooming in spring and the green grass dancing in the wind ... (Comments: In the winter morning, you feel the silence and desolation of winter to your heart's content, and describe the unique feelings different from other seasons from the visual, auditory and tactile perspectives. Meanwhile, you touch it. After the bleak experience, you expressed your longing for spring, and the end of the article is the beautiful scenery of spring you expected. Really unique, hope and disappointment coexist, highlighting your desire for the warm season of spring! I am a piece of ice. I am a piece of ice in winter. The weather is very cold ...-Inscription: Winter is coming, it's cold, it's snowing, it's beautiful! Soon after the beauty, the sun came out and the snow melted and turned into ice. I am the kind of ice, very cold, very cold ice.

On this day, an old woman came from a distance. I really want to say hello to her, but my surface is slippery. When the old woman passed me slowly, I only heard a plop. The old woman threw herself on me, and her things flew far away. I feel guilty and sad. I'm afraid I've broken that old woman down. I breathed a sigh of relief when the old lady struggled to get up. So I thought I could never make this damn ice again! I want to turn into steam, return to the air and see my sisters again.

However, "the sky doesn't want to follow the ice", I am still a piece of ice, an ice that everyone hates and everyone hates! However, I soon discovered my own different values. Another day, a group of children happily came to my mirror-like body to play with pulleys. They skated happily, and one child praised me as their best entertainment circle! So, I forgot the troubles of that day and was doubly excited.

Because I found my own unique value-the value of making children happy! Later, I gradually found that sometimes I was hated, spurned and satirized … but sometimes I was praised and praised … although I was still a piece of ice, a cold ice! Teacher's comment: It tells the happy and sad life of "Bing" in the tone of "Bing". It has true feelings and the language is full of childlike innocence. It seems that you really put yourself in each other's shoes. Although it is told in the tone of ice, it is also a unique perspective to consider the advantages and disadvantages brought by "ice" from the perspective of "people"

"Novelty is the key to the success of the striking purpose of composition!" ) 3 cold this morning, my grandfather and I came out of the house and walked on the way to the remedial class. The cold wind in the northern winter is like a piercing steel needle, blowing me and my grandfather mercilessly. Grandpa kindly asked me, "grandson, are you cold?" I struggled against the cold and said, "Grandpa, I'm not cold."

At this point, grandpa's warm greetings have driven away the cold in my heart. I looked up at my grandfather's old face, showing infinite kindness. At the same time, I also found that grandpa's face was different from the past because of the cold. "Grandpa, are you cold?" I also asked lovingly.

Grandpa looked at me and said nothing, but I seemed to understand his praise from his eyes. I believe that the words I care about have excited him. After thinking about it, the coldness in his heart was driven away by my warm greetings. Unconsciously, our grandfather and grandson have arrived at school. I quickly said to my grandfather, "Goodbye!" " "As soon as I entered the classroom, I was in a warm classroom. I was still thinking, will it be colder on my way home? "On such a cold day, grandpa came to send me to school at such an old age ..." I feel a little guilty at the thought of this.

Our school is warm. I think I must have a good class in this warm school and live up to Grandpa's wishes. Everyone in our study group also said that we should use our enthusiasm to drive away the cold in our hearts and drive away our cold. The cold should be driven away with a kind of loving care. Such cold is a kind of happiness. Cold should be dispelled with a kind of enthusiasm. Such cold is a kind of hope! Teacher's comment: In the cold, a warm greeting from relatives will stop the cold. Your grandfather and grandson greeted each other in the cold wind, which drove away the chill in each other's hearts. After reading it, people feel that there are waves of warm currents in their hearts.

"Writing is to express your true feelings, express your true feelings", so as to arouse readers' spiritual communication and arouse * * *! The article ends with a poetic sentence, giving people an artistic conception worthy of aftertaste! The cold childlike innocence happened on a cold night. I walked home alone. Because I didn't wait for my family after school, I decided to walk home by myself. It was half past five and it was already dark. It's cold outside and it's snowing lightly. My face is like a pair of red apples. Without a down jacket, my legs are soft with cold. Not only my body, but my whole heart seems to be frozen. I finally got home, but I couldn't hold on any longer, so I took a big step with all my strength. At this moment, my eyes are blurred and my mind seems to be blank. Just when I was cold and tired, my eyes suddenly opened.

5. Write a cold composition of about 300 words, with a maximum of 5 cold words. It has entered 65438+February, but the weather has not turned cold.

This morning, "Huhu", a north wind blew, and a few yellow leaves fell on the thin kapok tree soaked by the drizzle in Mao Mao. The kapok tree looked up feebly and looked at the few leaves left on her body, and could not help but shed tears sadly. Another cold wind came, and the kapok tree shivered and suddenly looked up and saw that everything had changed.

Changed, changed, the hot pot city is steaming. In order to avoid the sudden cold, people gather here to taste wine and delicacies.

Changed, changed. In front of the winter clothes counters in major shopping malls such as Wangfujing and Xindaxin, there are a sea of people. Warm items such as down jackets, electric blankets and electric heaters were snapped up.

Changed, changed, in the street, people

6. Don't use the word "cold" in writing practice. Through the description of the scenery, it shows the cold weather and people's cold mood. Like thousands of steel needles, they go straight into my bones and make me tremble with cold. The cold north wind blew harder, and the snow and sand hit my face and hurt like pine needles. His blood seems to have solidified and stopped flowing. His fingers, frozen like carrots, are straight. The cold wind can freeze the nose and turn the tears into ice. People stamped their feet, rubbed their hands and hissed in their mouths. Their eyes are hard to open with cold, and their feet are like two pieces of ice. The cold current rushed from their feet to the whole body, and I felt the skin all over my body hurt like a crack. Inhale, my eyes are covered with white fog, and my ears and nose seem to have been pricked by many fine needles. My hand is as cold as a cat biting a dog.

7. Short composition fragment "It's so cold" Who can help me write a short composition: "It's so cold" can't appear. I woke up, opened the quilt a little, and my legs trembled with cold. I quickly wrapped myself in a quilt and wrapped myself like a zongzi without a crack. I asked my mother to turn on the air conditioner quickly. After turning on the air conditioner, I still stayed in the quilt, afraid of freezing. Wait a minute. The room became warm, and I slowly climbed out of the quilt. After getting dressed, I opened the curtains and saw that it was all white. It's snowing heavily! I brushed my teeth, washed my face, had breakfast and got on the bus to go to school. In the car, I looked out the window and saw people wearing hats, scarves, down jackets, gloves and cotton shoes like me. Cyclists also turn down their down jackets upside down to keep out the wind. When doing homework at school, because the teacher doesn't allow us to wear gloves to do homework, students should rub their hands before doing homework, haha.

8. Don't use cold words to describe the cold in winter. Describe the cold in winter. Winter may be a beautiful morning. Look if you don't believe me-every morning I open the door and go out, and the biting cold wind comes at me from time to time. Besides, occasionally naughty little snowflakes fall in droves, just like dancing. There are all kinds of hexagonal snowflakes: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are. Falling on a tree, like wearing silver; It fell in the car like a freshly baked cream cake. This beautiful snow scene makes people immerse themselves in the fresh air. It is beautiful everywhere. However, what makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the ice flowers on the window, and some are like forests, full of mystery. Some are like streams, as if flowing quietly; Some are like Santa Claus, as if to give gifts to people ... Miss Winter is really ingenious! In the club, there was a sea of people and great excitement. People are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, like cotton bags. They do morning exercises with beautiful music. There is a thick layer of ice on the artificial lake, and some naughty little students are frolicking on the lake, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time ... In winter, the weather is very cold. To be honest, I didn't want it to come, but it did.