Fuqing winter description composition

1. Ask for an essay describing the winter in Fuzhou.

The winter in Fuzhou is also quite cold, especially in places in the south of the Yangtze River where there is no heating. This kind of cold is beyond imagination.

Close to the vast sea and facing the river, the city is always rich in water and gas, which makes its winter more humid and dignified. After chasing for more than ten days, the sky is always gloomy, and the mottled shadows of trees have become extravagant hopes. Cold and natural wandering in the streets of the city without fear.

Well, I haven't spent winter in the south for a long time. My impression of winter is still the ice and snow and unforgettable cold in the north. Especially when the climate was not disturbed by global warming more than ten years ago, winter seemed to mean a gray sky and tireless northwest wind, snow and ice footprints hanging under the eaves, thick big-headed shoes and cracked hands, piles of potatoes, cabbage and carrots in the kitchen, and a long time from late October to early February. However, once it began to snow, my heart was filled with infinite joy. Stepping on the thick snow, squeaking, having a snowball fight, making a snowman and having a snowball fight, all the monotony and boredom about winter will disappear in the joy of snow.

As for the winter in Fuzhou, I feel that it lacks some characteristics that winter should have, probably because it doesn't snow. After all, snow in winter is like a star in the night sky, without which it is not charming enough; Just as salt is to dishes, there is no taste without it.

For Fuzhou, there may be only three seasons: spring, summer and late autumn. I haven't had time to feel spring, but I have a deep understanding of the long summer. From the end of April to the beginning of1February, T-shirts and short skirts have always been the theme of street men and women. The sun is always happily hanging in the sky, igniting our hearts with enthusiasm. Then, unexpectedly, the temperature began to drop, the sun began to be lazy, and the rain began to keep falling. You will find that the wet ground and the cold bed are full of autumn. The winter in Fuzhou is different, but it is not as easy to find as on the calendar. Only when you find that the mercury column of the thermometer will unconsciously wander up and down the zero scale; It is found that there is white fog around the lips when exhaling; When you find that covering two quilts will wake up in the middle of the night, you will find that winter has actually come quietly in the shadow of late autumn. This winter is low-key and short, squeezed between spring and autumn, and can only be found in the cold current and ice rain in January.

If someone asked me what impressed me most about the weather in Fuzhou, maybe I would say, "There are no fallen leaves here in autumn and no snow here in winter." Because, autumn came, I lost my golden memory; Winter has come, and all I have left is cold rain.

"There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the quiet stove. It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? ? "In winter in Bai Letian, it's very pleasant to have mellow wine, warm fire (maybe even a small hot pot full of delicious food), snow and close friends. Now, I only have a cup of diluted tea, a half-smoked cigarette and a pair of frozen hands. The winter in Fuzhou will probably never be compatible with the poet's elegance!

Off-topic: too much is too late. Winter with snow is beautiful, but winter with too much snow is not beautiful. Bless those affected by the snowstorm.

2. The composition describing Fuqing is 500 words. My hometown is a good place with mountains and water.

Early in the morning, the sun, like a shy little girl, quietly rose to the treetops, emitting soft red light, surrounded by red, and only heard the subtle sound of running water. Gradually, the red light slowly turns orange and then golden yellow. At this time, the sun on the treetops ran to the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye, and the stream unveiled its mysterious veil, showing its beauty in an unobstructed view. The sun touched the stream gently, and the stream flowed tirelessly. Occasionally, when it met a big stone, a stream parted ways. The stream is like a mirror. Through it, you can see rough and angular stones at the bottom of the water. Sometimes, when encountering a larger current, the stone is turned over, exposing a large area of wet moss. Unfortunately, there was a little splash, and the crystal drops hit the stream. Around it, layers of microwaves slowly spread, gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared. The stream is still singing and flowing forward.

And that mountain, seen from a distance, is an undulating outline, shrouded in a hazy and illusory fog. Came to the foot of the mountain, looked up, a thick green. From time to time, a breeze blows, making the crown sway and make a rustling sound. Isn't this touching music from trees? Sometimes there are other bright colors in green, which are beautiful flowers, like a piece of green cloth dotted with various colors. Up the hill, I set foot on the muddy mountain road, and the roadside was covered with patches of green and yellow weeds. "Ji Ji Ji" sky suddenly passed a dense black spot, accompanied by this noisy bird song, and rushed to the ground. Oh, it is a flock of sparrows. Some of them landed lightly on the branches, crowed loudly, some landed in vegetable fields, spread their wings, stretched their calves and shook their heads with satisfaction. Some of them may not have played enough, but they are still flying in mid-air. The trees on the mountain are more graceful, some stand upright, like guards, some bend over, like hunchbacked grandfathers.

Suddenly, I heard the faint sound of running water and saw a thin, small stream pouring down like a waterfall, like an inverted loom, constantly weaving, glowing with golden light in the midday sun, like a layer of gold plating. What a beautiful picture!

3. 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!

4. Composition describing the winter scenery of my hometown

This winter, I came to my hometown with dense water networks. Maybe I am used to the life in the city, and the scenery in my hometown has a charm.

Winter in my hometown is beautiful, but there is no elegant scenery with snowflakes flying and no magnificent scenery with heavy snow everywhere. Only exquisite rivers and ancient bridges decorate my hometown.

There is a thin layer of ice lying on the river in the morning, like a quilt given to the river by the earth, and like a crystal mirror of hometown people, reflecting the simple and kind faces of hometown people. After a long time in the sun, the thin ice slowly melted, revealing a dancing silver belt. Shining in the sun, like delicate flowers dotted with silver ribbons, and like small waves in the sea, it has a hazy and beautiful dream. In a highly concentrated place, it looks like a dancing girl, doing group gymnastics. Like a twinkling sky, it is refreshing. The small bridge stands on this gold chain. From a distance, there are bridges on the river and bridges in the river, forming a circle, just like the moon on the fifteenth night, bright and beautiful. Under the breeze, the river rippled and sparkled like a silk thread in a woman's hand. Look at that dazzling place again. It turned out to be ice that hasn't melted yet.

By the river, a large area of blue grass has appeared, and people in my hometown always think that tomorrow will probably be spring. Although their wishes can't be realized at the moment, they are not anxious, because there is such a beautiful winter, why do they want anything else? Flocks of lively and lovely ducks are singing happily by the river, and bundles of white reeds are trembling under the wind, as if looking at the river water in winter with a probe. Handsome swallows hovering in the sky, as if dancing ballet, bright red flags fluttering in the wind.

At this time, children in their hometown always like to come to the river. Men throw stones and women pick reeds, all of which are as happy as blooming camellia.

Ah, what a charming scenery, what a winter picture.

Obsessed with you, winter in my hometown ...

5. Composition describing winter 400 words Snow scene in winter

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 at dusk, deeply cut, seems to be inextricably linked with emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and there is a sense of * * * 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.

6. Describe the scenery in winter. The biting cold wind ruthlessly blew away the joy of people's harvest, and the heavy snow covered 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 as time goes by, her children will go home soon in spring. Winter in the story is like a behind-the-scenes worker in real life, or a "villain" performing on the stage. They are willing to suffer. As long as the performance goes well, they will think that sweat is nectar; 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 talk about the touching scene of the hero saving the United States, but who cares how many times the "bad guy" gets hurt because of filming "being beaten" It's true, the focus of the party is the performance of real stars, and the selling point of the movie is really the hero's character. After watching and laughing, don't forget to bring the cast behind the scenes. Only in this way, those "winters" will be very moved.

If winter comes, can spring be far behind? 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 training in 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, not that I pretend to be different, not that I pretend to have personality. I really love the coolness, selflessness and tolerance in winter. From my personality orientation, I will probably be a behind-the-scenes person in the future, and I like it as much as I like 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".

I have a pair of round eyes. I look at this colorful world with my eyes.

When I first came to this world, I saw my mother. Now, I am nine and a half years old, and my mother is not what she used to be. In the past, my mother had bright black hair and bright skin ... now, there are some silver hairs on her bright black hair. I know all this is for me, and how much effort and love he has paid for this family. My eyes saw love in my mother and learned to be grateful.

I like spring. In spring, I can smell the flowers and hear the birds singing. I like summer too. In summer, I see everything growing happily and hear cicadas singing. I like the joy of autumn. In autumn, I see the golden wheat waves in the fields and hear people singing happily during the harvest. I like winter. In winter, I wear silver winter clothes to see nature.

However, the world also has a dark side, such as war, crime and disease. I saw those people who were displaced by the war. I hate disease because it brings infinite sadness to people. Because of it, an originally happy family was smeared with a little gray, adding endless sadness to the originally happy body. ...

Ah! I also want to use my eyes to observe this world with both light and darkness.

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 at dusk, deeply cut, seems to be inextricably linked with emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and there is a sense of * * * 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.

Winter in my hometown

This winter, I came to my hometown with dense water networks. Maybe I am used to the life in the city, and the scenery in my hometown has a charm.

Winter in my hometown is beautiful, but there is no elegant scenery with snowflakes flying and no magnificent scenery with heavy snow everywhere. Only exquisite rivers and ancient bridges decorate my hometown.

There is a thin layer of ice lying on the river in the morning, like a quilt given to the river by the earth, and like a crystal mirror of hometown people, reflecting the simple and kind faces of hometown people. After a long time in the sun, the thin ice slowly melted, revealing a dancing silver belt. Shining in the sun, like delicate flowers dotted with silver ribbons, and like small waves in the sea, it has a hazy and beautiful dream. In a highly concentrated place, it looks like a dancing girl, doing group gymnastics. Like a twinkling sky, it is refreshing. The small bridge stands on this gold chain. From a distance, there are bridges on the river and bridges in the river, forming a circle, just like the moon on the fifteenth night, bright and beautiful. Under the breeze, the river rippled and sparkled like a silk thread in a woman's hand. Look at that dazzling place again. It turned out to be ice that hasn't melted yet.

By the river, a large area of blue grass has appeared, and people in my hometown always think that tomorrow will probably be spring. Although their wishes can't be realized at the moment, they are not anxious, because there is such a beautiful winter, why do they want anything else? Flocks of lively and lovely ducks are singing happily by the river, and bundles of white reeds are trembling under the wind, as if looking at the river water in winter with a probe. Handsome swallows hovering in the sky, as if dancing ballet, bright red flags fluttering in the wind.

At this time, children in their hometown always like to come to the river. Men throw stones and women pick reeds, all of which are as happy as blooming camellia.

Ah, what a charming scenery, what a winter picture.

Obsessed with you, winter in my hometown ...

9. A 500-word composition describing Fuqing should have scenic spots and unique food. Fuqing, called "Rong" for short and "Yu Rong" for elegant name, is a famous hometown of overseas Chinese in China.

Geography is located in the eastern coast of Fujian Province, with latitude 2518'-25 52' north and longitude119 03'-19 42' east. It covers an area of 2,430 square kilometers, including land area 15 19 square kilometers and sea area 9 1 1 square kilometers.

It has jurisdiction over 7 sub-district offices and 17 towns: Yuping Street, Longshan Street, Longjiang Street, Yinxin Street, Lu Hong Street, Shizhu Street, Yang Xia Street, Haikou Town, Chengtou Town, Nanling Town, Longtian Town, Jiang Jing Town, Gangtou Town, Gaoshan Town, Shapu Town, Sanshan Town, Donghan Town and Yuxi Town. The population is1190,000.

Speak Fuqing dialect in eastern Fujian. Fuqing City is located in the south wing of Fuzhou, the provincial capital, and borders the Taiwan Province Strait in the east. It is the closest city in Chinese mainland to Taiwan Province Province, only 84 nautical miles from hsinchu city, Taiwan Province Province. It is also an important window for Fujian to cooperate with Taiwan Province and foreign countries.

1990 12 is one of the first pilot counties and cities for comprehensive reform, rural urbanization and cross-strait agricultural cooperation. Muyu Island-Qiu Wei Maritime Scenic Area is located in Muyu Island in the southeast of Shapu Town, Fuqing City and Qiu Wei Beach in Jiangyin Town. With superior natural conditions, it is an ideal zone for maritime tourist corridors.

Muyu Island, which faces the sea, is about 10 km away from Qiu Wei Beach, with a superior geographical position, and foreign trade vessels can pass between Qiu Wei Beach and Muyu Island. Muyu Island has a unique scenery, the sea and the sky are the same color, the surrounding rocks are rugged, the hieroglyphics on the island are fantastic, the vegetation is good, the aquatic products are abundant, the water resources are abundant, and there are many excellent beaches, the longest of which is about 500 meters.

The beach at the end of the ball is stormy and blue. At low tide, the beach is more than1.20m in width and 0.52km2 in total area, which can accommodate thousands of people for swimming and rest. From Qiu Wei to Muyu Island, there are natural seascapes such as Lotus Beach, Maidi Island and Dongbi Island along the way, which is a maritime tourist corridor in the south of Fuqing.

Mile Rock Scenic Area Mile Rock, alias Yan Ruishan, is located in Niuzhai Village, Haikou Town, Fuqing City, about 10 km away from the county seat. Yan Rui Cave, known as Yan Rui Cave in ancient times, is a scenic spot integrating human landscape and natural landscape. Mile Rock is rugged, lying or hanging, leaving or closing, with a myriad of postures, which is amazing.

At the foot of Maitreya Rock, there is a tall stone Buddha sitting cross-legged, which is the famous Maitreya stone carving. Stone Buddha statues were carved in the Yuan Dynasty (A.D. 134 1) and completed in the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty (A.D. 1368). It is 6.8 meters high and 8.9 meters wide. It is made of a whole piece of granite, natural and beautiful, with bare chest and abdomen, drooping ears and smiling shoulders.