Composition in winter of grade three

In study, work and life, everyone inevitably touches or uses composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. I believe many people will find writing difficult. The following is the composition I collected for you in the third winter. Welcome to read the collection.

The third grade winter composition 1. It's winter. The girl in winter dances snow in the air with her soft body. How happy the children are! "Oh, it's snowing, it's snowing!" The children looked out of the window and ran desperately outside. They kept shouting and joy echoed in the air.

The snow scene is really beautiful: everywhere is white, as if we have entered the world of snow; White snow bends the branches, like a white quilt covering the field, so that uncle field can have a good sleep and have a bumper harvest next year! Beautiful ice flowers also appeared on the windows of the house.

Look, isn't that Lily and Pumbaa? They are making a snowman! Look carefully, ah, it's like a naive little boy smiling at us: black sesame eyes seem to blink at us; A gluttonous mouth made of carrots; Beautiful hat made of bucket, round head and fat body, so cute! They sang and danced around the snowman. How happy they are!

Hey, what are they doing? Oh, there was a snowball fight. I saw that they were divided into two teams and the game began. They ran into their respective "bomb shelters" and pinched them. The "captain" personally ordered: "Fire the shells!" "Boom!" Three snowballs were fired. "ah!" There was a scream, and the other two soldiers were not careful. One ate the "snow steamed bread" and the other was "killed". "You fight my soldiers, and I will fight your captains!" Said, and the other side, shot five marbles. ...

"After the war," they embraced affectionately.

Some partners skate on the frozen river in the "natural skating rink". Skilled Tintin jumped up "Little Swan" on the ice, "plop!" Dachuan, who is not good at skating, fell on the ice. "Haha", the little friend smiled and quickly helped Dachuan up, and then taught him to skate. ...

The scenery in winter is really beautiful and the activities in winter are really interesting. I love winter!

In winter, the composition of the third grade is two days, so it suddenly gets cold. I still look at the window mirror in the morning with nostalgia and reluctance for summer. I curled up under the covers and refused to get up for a long time. I think everyone prefers warmth to howling cold wind.

"Get up! There is a math class this morning, don't be late! " Mother shouted and shook me eagerly. Math class ... I sighed in my heart and got up after all. "Wear this today ..." Mother took the clothes, looked out of the window and frowned. "It's cold, white clothes are afraid of not keeping warm. It's time for the exam, don't catch a cold! " My eyes fell on that dress, and my heart suddenly trembled-last winter's black dress, the angel just matched a set of black and white clothes. I put on that dress slowly, and inside, I found the smell of last winter:

Angels always wear big shiny buttons in my cloakroom. She wears them flexibly with her delicate hands that are slightly cracked with cold, and scolds me with a smile: "Look at you! Always unbuttoning, isn't it cold? " In fact, it's just for decoration, and it's not very useful, but whenever the angel says this, my heart will be touched, and I will hold her tightly: "So it won't be cold!" " "At that time, angels and I didn't want to go out. We just walked around the corridor, leaning against the window, putting our hands on the warm heater, talking and singing together. I can't forget my heartless leaving and graduation, but the angel is very depressed. She always whispered, "I really don't know what I would do without you next summer." "In fact, I can't live without her. Now she is as happy as a fish in the new class, leaving me to think about it secretly in the corner of my memory.

Although there are biting cold winds and chilly loneliness in winter, there are also warmth in the classroom and joy when it snows. Therefore, I love winter and the season when I was born. It always binds my emotions more, makes me cry and makes me like it.

This morning, the sky began to rain lightly. Gradually the light rain turned into small snowflakes. Ah, this is the first snow this year!

The whole class, no, the whole school is excited.

We stood in the corridor and stretched out our hands to pick up one snowflake after another. I am no exception. My hands are cold and wet, but my heart can't tell how happy I am.

As soon as I got home from school, I ran to the balcony to play with the snow. I was deeply attracted by the silver snow in front of the upper terrace. I immediately played with the snow. Playing and playing, I think it's too boring to play with snow like this. I think there is a lot of snow anyway. Let's make a snowman!

So, I grabbed a handful of snow, kneaded it into a ball with my hands, and then I rolled it on the snow. The little snowball rolled once, with another layer of snow, and rolled twice with two more layers of snow ... In this way, the snowball rolled bigger and bigger. In a short time, an oversized snowball was made.

I was startled when I looked up at the snowball. Snowball turned black all over, as if it had just rolled out of the chimney. I quickly got rid of the black thing on the snowball and rolled it around again.

After I finished my health, I went on to do my hair. Like last time, I made a small snowball first, and then rolled on the ground, but it was a little smaller than before. When the head is done, I'll put it on me. In this way, the snow doll is basically completed. I went to find the five senses of Snow Doll: carrot, mud and small board. "Also sent the snow doll's two hands!

Where can I find it? "I am very anxious. Suddenly, I saw two sticks in the corner. This made me so happy that I immediately ran over, picked up a stick and ran to find Xiangxue doll.

Winter in my hometown is always jumping and running, wearing a silver cloak to cheer for us.

Everything is not tired yet, and everything is still immersed in autumn. It was not until it snowed that the bare trees, grass and magnificent chimneys relaxed a little.

Ice has become the spokesman of water, like a mirror that is not very clear, but it is very keen. Let the stones by the pond stay awake and let the bugs move there. There are always children like runaway wild horses, running wildly on the ice in groups of three or five, and sliding on the ice with a smile on their faces. The child with the washbasin sat in it, and the big one pushed hard at the back. The washbasin slipped along the ice and laughed all the way. At this time, the adults chasing the children came running breathlessly, attracted by the happy atmosphere, frowning and looking for a reason to join in.

Mountains are changeable, sometimes green and sometimes yellow. Now it's white again. Every morning when I open the window, a cold air mixed with the smell of soil and snow in the mountains will squeeze in, which will make people feel refreshed instantly! Hold a handful of loose snow and send it to your mouth. Close your eyes and pat a few times. Not sweet, but cool. My heart suddenly widened. Have snowball fights, roll snowballs and make snowmen. Snow lay flat on the ground, just waiting quietly for people to shape it into various shapes.

The fields are covered with snowflakes, leaving only a little space on the ridge. Flush with the field is a thick quilt. Passers-by don't know that when it is a Ma Pingchuan with one foot deep and one foot shallow, it screams with fear, and the cry is clearly full of happiness and joy! When people passed by, there was silence. They closed their eyes as if there were insects singing in their ears.

Winter in my hometown is the most beautiful season and the purest season-quiet, peaceful and warm!

Winter is the messenger of spring, coming to us with the affectionate letter of spring!

Although spring is full of birds and flowers, summer is full of trees and autumn is fruitful, I prefer winter.

Teachers often say, "Winter is here, and this semester is over." I often hear my mother say, "winter is here, and a year has passed." Yes, spring, summer, autumn and winter, four seasons cycle, time is always so hurried. Beauty always ends in winter. But I think winter is also a new season.

Who says winter is an ending season? Look, there are a group of children playing over there! Some children have red noses and are still working together to build snow castles in Qi Xin; Some children have snowball fights in groups of three or five, and snowballs fly around like fat elves; About four or five people get together, have snowball fights and make snowmen. Just finished, a naughty boy added a "grapefruit skin hat" to the snowman, and everyone laughed and danced around the snow doll. Isn't winter the beginning of joy?

Who says winter is the end season? Look, what are you busy preparing? Grandpa wrote a big blessing on red paper, the little girl next to him was busy writing couplets, and the little boy was jumping with lanterns. Dad posted red Spring Festival couplets, grandma and mom were busy in the kitchen, waving shovels, and soon cooked a delicious meal. What's in the box my brother has been staring at? Oh, so it's big firecrackers. I see. They are going to celebrate the New Year. Isn't winter the beginning of happiness?

Who says winter is the end season? Listen, snowflakes are falling on the big trees in the forest, pressing the flowers and grass. They didn't finish, but hid in the white quilt, ready to send out greener buds and open more colorful flowers next spring; A big bear is stepping on the snow, busy storing hibernating food. They should cultivate a strong body to meet the beautiful spring next year. The last migratory bird flew by and gave a cheerful cry. This is not the end, but the beginning of a new world. Isn't winter the beginning of hope?

After reading so much and listening so much, you will know that winter is not the end season!

Winter = start! Winter = hope!

Nature gives us a lot of weather. Rain, rain, sunny and cloudy, until winter comes in the north, I feel nothing better than this ordinary snow.

I still remember that morning, small snowflakes of all sizes and shapes fell from the sky. They all seemed to be wearing colorful skirts and flying beautifully in the air. The snow stopped and I couldn't wait to rush out of the house. ......

What a beautiful snow scene! It lay greedily on the ground, covered with flowers and trees, as if the world had turned white. It hangs on swaying branches and is embedded in every leaf. Like a naughty white pearl, it still falls from time to time.

Snow fell on the grass, dyed the usually evergreen grass white, and the tip of the grass was exposed through the snow, like a naughty elf. If you look further, it looks like a fluffy blanket.

I went out in the afternoon, and now it's getting dark. I think I should go back. On my way home, I deliberately found the place with the deepest snow and left several deep and heavy footprints. When I walk, I feel the snow is so soft and comfortable.

In the evening, I thought: Xue knows that the world will defile it, why do you want to go underground regardless? At this time, I looked out of the window and saw some old people putting snow in vats and keeping it at home. I was thinking, what is this? I opened the window and listened to their conversation. ......

"If we start spring, we won't have to water the flowers with tap water!"

"Isn't it? It is convenient and economical. "

"I seem to understand something, yes! Snow White is a selfless dedication regardless of everything! Although avalanches happen from time to time, it is a rare area after all!

Isn't this spirit worthy of our appreciation and study?

I love snow, and I love its selfless spirit more!

In the cold winter, many people hate winter. They hate the dryness and coldness of winter. I like winter very much. I like its fun and warmth.

Winter is the most interesting and warmest season among the four seasons.

My home is in Sichuan, and it is difficult to snow in winter in Sichuan, so children in Sichuan play less in winter. But in the coldest winter in Sichuan, it is very interesting to put a basin of water in an open dam at night and it will frost at night. In the morning, there was a thin layer of ice on the basin. I still remember when I was a child, I got up in winter without combing my hair and washing my face. I put on my clothes and went outside to see the water that was put in the yard last night. The water has frozen. Hold out your little hand and pick up a piece of ice to play with. No matter how cold it is, it is fun to put the ice in your hand and watch it change from your hand to water, and touch the extremely smooth ice with your hand. Sometimes I have to put ice on my face and turn around happily, leaving my grandmother to chase me and add clothes and gloves. I still play ice with relish, regardless. I didn't know how cold it was until it melted. I quickly hid in my grandmother's arms and got dressed. Alas, it's warm again.

At that time, after the ice and the meal, grandma always made a stove to fight against the cold weather. It's cold outside and warm inside. Grandma always puts my cold little hand in her warm big hand and rubs it gently to keep me warm. And I always snuggle up in my grandmother's arms and listen to her stories about her childhood. Listening to the story of the past, watching the flickering flames in the stove, I was very happy and warm, and I fell asleep in my grandmother's arms unconsciously. ...

At that time, I always woke up in the gentle call of my grandmother, and lunch was ready-hot pot.

The small pot was placed on the stove, steaming. There are several dishes and slices of bacon in the pot. Grandma and I sat around the fire, eating "warm" hot pot in a warm environment, and our hearts were warmer.

I like winter. Although it is biting cold, I have my childhood, the warmth, love and care my grandmother gave me, and the peace and warmth in my heart.

I like winter. Do you like it?

Winter came and the snowflakes drifted away. I put on my father's gloves again, and I remembered the unusually cold winter in the fifth grade.

That day, I walked to school as usual. Before I left, I simply said goodbye to my father: "I'm going to school. Goodbye. " Without looking up, my father replied, "Oh, goodbye". Every time, I simply said goodbye, and my father simply replied that I had refused to find a trace of fatherly love from my father.

On my way to school, I looked up at the high canopy. Unexpectedly, I turned around. I found a vague figure looking at me on the balcony for a long time. It's my father. When he found me looking at him, he turned around at once. I thought he was smoking, rubbed his frostbitten hand and twisted it back to move on.

In the classroom, the classroom is like a refrigerator, too cold to write a word. At this point, there was silence, and even a needle fell to the ground. Suddenly, the door opened a crack and a head stuck in. I thought it was a teacher. He called my nickname and the whole class burst into laughter. How did the teacher know my nickname? I looked up and saw that it was my father. I flew to my father and pulled him to a corner. My face is very hot. When my father saw me like this, his smile disappeared at once, but after a while, his father smiled and said, "I came to give you gloves." As my father took out his gloves from his pocket, I looked at my father's rare smile and my anger subsided. Father took out his gloves and found only one. My father is very anxious. He searched all his pockets, and I quickly said, "Forget it, it may have fallen to the ground. Go back. " I will go to the classroom, have fun and be quiet, but my heart can't be calm. Suddenly, the door slammed again and my father shouted, "I found my gloves." At this point, my tears have been spinning in my eyes.

In fact, my father loved me very much before this, but I didn't take it to heart. Family ties are everywhere in the world.

In the winter of childhood, only the bare branches of the trees along the ten-mile long river in my hometown swayed in the cold wind. The field is covered with withered weeds sticking to the land, and the land is cracked, as if a person without water has reached the limit of his life. The rapeseed seedlings that have just climbed out of the ground are also dying, waiting for a winter snow to moisten them.

One by one, the young people in the village who worked in other places came back, and their faces were full of smiles. From time to time, your heart will be filled with unspeakable joy. Maybe an uncle or brother will give you a candy or a cow when he is happy!

When I came back from the crazy fight with the children outside, I already smelled the fragrance of rice, wheat, bait pieces and oatmeal fried noodles, which was refreshing. Grandma has prepared delicious and hot jujube paste cakes for you in the dark and humid kitchen, white, and pea yellow, aiwowo and sugar fire made by Westinghouse's sister. On this door, I have smelled it, as if it were consistent with the smell of winter. Father and brother came in from the outside carrying a tobacco pouch, which was covered with a pile of snow. Father smiled and said, "Look, I caught a big fish today. Let's make braised fish! " "It's snowing outside.

After the snow stopped, I slipped to the front of the hall, and there were gifts from my neighbors and friends on the table. "This time I went to Chengdu to wholesale Magnolia, and I earned a lot ... Xue Mei is really good. I got double marks ... look! This is what I brought from abroad, biscuits, red rose Swiss rolls ... this is what his brothers brought from England. What's the very forest cake? We are old-fashioned, and we don't know what it means ... "Father's cough came from the room, one after another.

Winter is so beautiful. People in my hometown just like being busy in winter! Lion dance in the noisy gongs and drums is such an atmosphere. Although there are no beautiful scenery in winter in my hometown, there are a group of simple and honest relatives who warm the whole winter with their fiery hearts!

10 A cool breeze blew and the winter rain turned into a misty veil. Looking up, the rain fell gently on my cheek. Although there is no new green outside the window, the faint dark yellow is also dancing obliquely with the wind and rain.

I suspect that there is magic in winter, and there is a layer of ash floating in the blue sky. Fog-like rain falls on the yellow leaves, and the rain ripples on the leaves ... The rain is getting bigger and bigger, but it is still gentle. At this time, the drizzle lightly jumps between heaven and earth, and "ticks" to convey information to heaven and earth.

My hand crossed a beautiful arc in the rain, but suddenly I found several lilacs blooming in winter: the tiny petals of lavender were surrounded by golden stamens, and some petals were knocked out by the rain, still looking slender. Whether it is spring rain or winter rain, I'm a little confused, but what does it matter? No one felt the biting cold, but it was very refreshing.

The continuous winter rain is still raining, and the rain is still raining, nourishing everything in the world. Imagine that with the wind and rain, the leaves are drenched in the rain and slowly pass over my head. The rain is gradually, gradually, small. Like an amiable grandmother, gently stroking my face with endless fantasies. Rain, like a naughty little brother, sprinkled thin sugar on my head and kept saying, "Eat, eat quickly!" " "I shrugged helplessly.

The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and there is a golden sun on the horizon, which gradually covers the rain. There is another beautiful scenery line in the rain, not a rainbow, but the sun! It's still raining, from one layer of rain to several layers of rain, everything is clear and bright. The rain is no longer jumping lightly. Looks tired, but not exhausted. Take the time to play again and see the scenery in winter. Rain is falling bit by bit, only to see some naughty rain in the distance, and I don't want to reach the ground for a long time.

Winter in my hometown is not like flowers in spring, but flowers are blooming. Winter in my hometown is not as hot as summer; Winter in my hometown is not as fruitful as autumn. What she brings to everyone is a silent happiness.

In winter, the cold wind howling, people wearing thick clothes, scarves, gloves and hats, sitting at home to keep warm. Those little snowflakes flew down, and soon there were leaves and branches on the ground, and there was a lot of snow in the field.

At this time, the earth became lively. Many children leave their warm homes and go outside. Some children have snowball fights and make snowmen in groups of three. Look, the friend over there is making a snowman, and it's almost finished, but the snowman still lacks a nose and a pair of eyes at ten o'clock, but this can't beat our clever friend. A child ran home and took a radish and two pieces of charcoal to the snowman. He changed his eyes to charcoal and his nose to radish. In this way, the snowman finished. They looked at their red hands and snowman and danced with joy. Let's take a look at those snowball fights. Look, the child grabbed a handful of snow, kneaded it into a snowball the size of a fist and threw it at the "enemy".

Ha ha ha ha ha, that's very accurate. It hit an enemy soldier in the eye, and his eye was beaten into a panda eye. When the enemy laughed, the injured man threw a snowball. The other child is still laughing. I don't know that danger has come. Just as he opened his mouth, the school ball just flew into the child's mouth. ...

What is the scene at the scene? Some grass growing in the field was shaken by the wind, and snowflakes stuck in the eyes hurt. She invited many friends to the fields to cover the grass with quilts. The grass was not cold and fell asleep. The scenery is just like the poem says, "Suddenly, a winter wind blew and opened the petals of ten thousand pear trees."

Ah! I like winter in my hometown.

12 the north wind roared, the snow fell heavily, it was freezing and covered with snow and ice. This is a cold winter. Early winter is like a beautiful, rich and reserved princess, waving her magical veil and bringing cold wind. In the cold season, the branches of dead trees on the roadside sway in the cold wind, like bony hands facing the sky.

There is a delicate beauty in winter. In that vast world, everything is white Occasionally, it feels more unique to decorate a few red berries. Winter is beautiful. In the white world, the glass of the window is covered with ice flowers, like rows of cedars, standing proudly in the snow; Proud tail like beautiful proud as a peacock, lifelike; Like a grass growing sturdily in the spring sunshine; Just like a cute little squirrel jumping happily on a stone ... nature is amazing! A pair of invisible hands have quietly created a beautiful and magical spectacle.

Let me forget the cold, like tasting delicious food and greedily watching beautiful scenery. Winter is happy. In the cold winter, the wind stopped, but it snowed more heavily, but this did not stop the children's naughty nature. Groups of children are playing in the ice and snow. Snowball fights and snowmen ... Their footprints are everywhere in the snow, echoing their laughter and leaving their happy footprints.

Winter is fragrant. In the winter when the north wind is howling, you can still smell the charming fragrance like spring, which is intoxicating. It is the fragrance of plum blossoms. Its fragrance is so fragrant, so elegant and comfortable to touch, and the plum blossom, the spirit of standing proudly despite the cold, reminds me of "there are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han is alone."

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. "This poem, how nice! I love winter, I miss winter, I love the refined beauty of winter, I love the spirit that plum blossoms are not afraid of cold in winter, I love winter!

Composition 13 "I would like to use me to switch your father who has lived for a long time and has been strong all his life." what can I do for you? The child you care about has grown up ... "Every time I hear this song, I will think of it.

The monthly exam results were announced that day, and we knew from the teacher's serious expression that the results were not ideal. "Liu Jin-"The teacher read my name, and I stood up, as if I were suffocating. "89 points."

After school, the school gate was crowded with parents. They craned their necks and searched the campus with sharp eyes. When they saw their children, they waved at once, and their tired faces were full of warmth. Dad didn't pick me up today. Dad, who has always been strict with my grades, knows what my grades will be like. Thought of here, I can't help but sigh, take out my mobile phone and want to give my father a "vaccination" first.

"hey!" Dad's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Dad ... I ... I" thought of my father's expectant eyes, and I didn't know how to speak.

"Nothing" Dad seems to know what I'm going to say. "Come back!"

It was snowing hard, and the crystal snowflakes were blown to my face by the cold wind. I rubbed my red eyes and wrapped my scarf tightly.

Today, this road is really long!

It is getting closer and closer to home. How can I explain to my father? While I was hesitating, a familiar figure gradually became clear in my sight-it was dad! His eyes looked into the distance, as if expecting something, his hands kept rubbing, and the shoulders of the black down jacket were covered with thick snow. When I approached, he squinted and smiled, and several snowflakes melted in the corner of his eyes. I ran to him as fast as I could, and tears of injustice welled up in my eyes. Father didn't say anything, just hugged me tightly.

For a long time, my father patted me on the back: "It's good to be back ..."

Dad is like this. He will always be the warmest harbor for his children. No matter how tired he is, he will hold up a sunny day for his children. This winter, it won't be cold with my father.

The third grade composition 14 It snowed in winter! This is the first snow in 20xx years. Snowflakes are falling gently from the sky. The whole city is like a glittering and translucent fairy tale palace. I wandered in this fairy-tale palace, quietly enjoying the happiness brought by the snow scene.

Snow is so pure and shy. I reached out to catch these lovely elves, but they melted shyly as soon as they touched my hand. In a short time, the whole city was wrapped in silver, and the fluttering snowflakes were flying freely in the air, such as goose feather catkins. Snowflakes are as naughty as butterflies. They landed on the roof for a while, flew to the branches for a while, and jumped into the faces of pedestrians. The snow is getting heavier and heavier. It puts a thick white sweater on the earth, a warm little white cotton-padded jacket on big trees and small trees, and a layer of silver gauze on the earth and the sky. Looking around, the distance is white, like a beautiful fairyland.

I was obsessed with this heavy snow when suddenly, with a bang, a snowball hit me and interrupted my thoughts. I realized that my big brothers and sisters were making snowmen, and my little friends were having snowball fights crazily. "Hey, what are you thinking? Come and have a snowball fight together! " Before I could speak, snowballs flew straight at me like grenades, and I had no time to avoid them. Snowflakes are scattered by snowballs! I joined their team without hesitation and began to attack them. A special snowball fight began. You throw, I throw, and everyone throws together. We had a snowball fight with great interest and spread our legs to chase each other. It's too noisy! Maybe they can't stand temptation, or they can't stand loneliness. Look, adults are "wild" like children and have snowball fights with us. ...

Snow, like beautiful music and affectionate poems, brings us happiness; It lay quietly on the ground, enjoying the happiness of this moment. I love snow! Love is not only its purity, but also its tranquility and persistence.

15 It's cold in winter. The biting cold wind is attacking the whole earth. Cold gives me a bad feeling, so I hate winter.

I feel bored in bed, listening to the whistling wind outside the window, my hands feel stiff in winter and I don't want to go out. Winter in the north is the season of snowflakes flying, but here, there is only a biting cold wind. Looking out of the window, some people are still playing outside like summer, like dancing elves in winter, and I am a lonely withered flower at night. Only at night do I hate winter less. In the evening, I dance alone.

Other girls try to wear less clothes even if it is very cold in winter, so they don't look so fat. I'm afraid of cold. People always laugh at me for wearing too much. Obviously it's not that cold. I don't care. I only know that I am cold! Walking in the street in winter, the cold wind blows, and the bones are cold. There are no leaves on the branches, and they are all dead. Dead leaves that occasionally fall to the ground are also bleak. The whole winter brought desolation to the earth.

I was injured in winter, and the cold wind blew through the wound, which made me feel terrible. The blood dripped on the ground and soon solidified. In this white winter, red is so dazzling. I sat helpless on the ground, and no one around me and no one saw me. I can only clean the wound myself. When the paper towel in your hand is inadvertently pushed hard, you can feel the pain of tearing when you touch the cracked skin. I am like a helpless cat, licking the wound silently.

The world in winter is always quieter and more terrible than other times. Occasionally, a ray of sunshine is also a glimpse of Hong, which is fleeting.

Winter is silent and desolate, and I hate it.