That winter's composition

In daily study, work or life, many people have experienced writing and are familiar with it. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. No rambling, lax theme or even no theme. So have you ever studied composition? The following is my winter composition, for reference only, I hope it will help you.

That winter, the composition 1 changed from an innocent child to a tenacious and brave teenager; From giving up halfway when encountering difficulties, to advancing despite difficulties; From being at a loss when suffering heavy losses to success again and again; From silly children to lifelong teaching and enlightenment ... all because of you-my family.

I write about you because your education has benefited me for life. You act as a street lamp in my growth path and guide the bright road. How can I understand you, my father?

My mother and I have always had a bad relationship, and it is common to quarrel every few days. It was snowing that winter, and the cold weather was far less than the trauma of the soul. Yes, most students have an insurmountable opponent in their studies-other people's children. A small mistake is followed by a scolding. That time, I was really angry. I stood up to my mother with tears in my eyes and answered, "Is it easy for me to study?" Don't explain to me your difficulties now, it's because you didn't study hard when you were a child. No matter how hard other people's children study, they are not your children. Even if you envy others, you won't have a mother like you. "I said everything and slammed the door into the room. Lock it up and let the hysterical irony out.

When I came to the room, I had tears in my eyes for a long time, which poured out unwillingly, slipped playfully from my cheeks and swayed in the air. Perhaps children with good grades are under greater pressure and will suffer greater setbacks than ordinary people. Recalling the past time, laughing on the playground when I was a child; Smile like a timely help in primary school, and disdain after junior high school. It's a little painful to recall. Doraemon, can you lend me your time machine and go back to the hurried year?

At this time, you went home. After understanding the situation in an orderly way, the unconscious gas field seems to solidify the air. I thought you would be furious, but you forgave me and said it was not easy for me to study. You may forget it afterwards, but I will bring it up again in a few months. I didn't know you had a cold face. You know, with this understanding heart and "naughty" attitude, it is enough to make me admire.

The sun rises from the horizon, illuminating the earth, the end of the city and the future of our home.

That winter composition 2 that winter, my sister and I went back to my uncle's hometown northeast for the Spring Festival and looked at the winter in the northeast by the way.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, the train whimpered into the northeast. I kept looking out of the window. All the way was white and white. Looking out, I seem to have put on a new white dress for the earth. Occasionally one or two white rabbits pass by. They look particularly beautiful in this white dress. Occasionally, a few birds fly in the sky, making a "chirp" sound, as if celebrating the arrival of the New Year.

At noon, we finally arrived at my uncle's house. When we got off the train, waves of cold air blew, which made me tremble, but this could not hide the lively atmosphere during the Chinese New Year. We walked on the snow-white road, and when we stepped on it, it was a pit 4 to 5 cm deep. Soon, we arrived at the place where my uncle's parents lived. My sister and I knocked on the door happily, shouting "Hello grandparents". Grandma and grandpa are very happy to welcome us in and give each of us a cup of hot tea to warm our hands that are about to freeze.

Time flies. Today is the third day of Chinese New Year's Eve, and there are still two days before departure. Grandma showed us around 800 acres of orchards and warehouses. This time, my sister and I opened our eyes. Grandma said that when we left, she would give us some apples to take home.

When we left, my sister and I made a snowman for my grandparents as a souvenir. This snowman represents our love for the Northeast.

That winter, we went home with big bags of things. In fact, we returned to Taicang with grandma's labor achievements and our thoughts and hopes.

That winter, the snow began to swirl and got into my collar, and a chill came. I shrank my neck and moved on. It's getting late, but the horn of the car is still ringing. At the traffic lights, an anxious figure caught my eye, which reminded me. ...

It was also a snowy night. I was chatting with my classmates and slapping them. Happiness drowned the concept of time, and laughter filled the air. "Whew-"A gust of wind came, and there were more snowflakes and the weather was worse. At this time, happiness is the first, and parents' anxiety has long been forgotten.

At the traffic lights, I looked up and saw a familiar but anxious figure hovering in front. I'm still thinking: it must be that the children didn't come home on time, and the parents were not at ease. They came out to look for the child. This child ... the green light is on, and my classmates and I are still chatting, joking and walking happily.

"One-inch, one-inch-"This voice is very familiar, and there is a bit of chill in this familiarity. I looked back at the figure-dad. "Dad, how did you get out?" "What time is it? It's been an hour since school, and I still don't go home. " I looked down at my watch. It's already half past six, and my face is a little ashamed. Look at my father, his face is purple with cold and he is covered with snow. At first glance, he looks like a snowman. Although he is wearing thick clothes, he can't stand the storm and his coat is wet, but his father is still waiting and expecting.

"What's the matter at school today, coming back so late?" Dad's words made me even more ashamed. No complaints, no blame, more care. "Dad, I'm sorry to have worried you." "Never mind, I'm glad you're all right. It's cold outside. Let's go home. " Dad took my little hand with his big, rough hands and rubbed it over and over again, with a knowing smile on his face, leading me home.

Unconsciously, I reached the traffic lights again, and I accelerated to run home.

That winter composition 4 "Something's wrong! The old class is coming with a straight face! "

As soon as the sharp-eyed classmates shouted, the atmosphere in the class suddenly became tense, and many people couldn't help moaning: "Alas! Another tough' political' class! "

Recently, someone in the class tipped off the old class and said, "So-and-so often plays computer games. Can the old class get this information without getting angry? "

I saw her step into the classroom, and we lowered our heads, trying to avoid her stern eyes.

"You don't have to make up reasons for me. I don't want to hear it. Really stupid! How many days are there before the final exam? Have you calculated it? I'll show you. "

I don't know when the old class's eyes have turned red and the corners of his mouth are twitching. His hand kept fumbling in his pocket, then he took out a pack of paper towels, turned his back, wiped his eyes, and then turned around and said a lot of words.

But after ten minutes, the lectures of the old class gradually became intermittent, and the voice became very low and hoarse. Before long, the usually strong old class began to cry like a child. When we looked up at her again, we found that she was in tears. We never expected that the old class would shed handfuls of bitter tears for us

After class, we all sighed, not because we wasted a class. But regret that we didn't really understand the teacher before.

I remember that winter, and I understood a truth. The relationship between teachers and students is not the relationship between cats and mice, police and thieves, but the relationship between father and son, mother and child.

That winter, I still remember!

On New Year's Eve, winter is like a blower that has not been repaired for a long time. The turbulent north wind is blowing endlessly, and everything around it is frozen. There is ice everywhere, and no one dares to come out.

In the afternoon, the weather miraculously turned white, a few clouds floated in the distant sky and the sun came out. I feel warm and comfortable. I can finally go home today.

The reason why I want to go home is to see my grandfather. More specifically, you can finally play with me. I have to go back every holiday, not this time. It snowed heavily this time, and there was a traffic jam on the road, so I couldn't go back. We can only wait here until the snow stops. I didn't expect the old naive to give me face and finally stopped. I want to go home, to my long-awaited home, to my long-awaited grandfather.

The road home is very difficult, but I don't think I will get closer and closer to home step by step. It's a long way. Last exciting night, I couldn't sleep and fell asleep in the car. How long did you sleep? I was awakened by the ringing of my cell phone. I read the telegram and it showed that it was mom. Nice to meet you. "Mom, mom. I haven't heard back since. I don't know what happened, but I remember a bad feeling in my heart. Later, I gradually heard crying and felt sad. I don't know why, but I cried, too. Later, I heard from my mother that my grandfather died. My heart hurts like a broken one. I don't cry. I remember our little bell together. Now it can only be treasured as a beautiful memory. I can't forget it. I looked out of the window and didn't know when it would snow like goose feathers. When I opened the window, I couldn't feel the cold in winter. The news just now may have cooled my heart. Looking at those distant eyes, I seem to see grandpa's kindness again.

Countless memories of missing will be deposited in my heart forever!

That winter, after breakfast and washing hands, I inadvertently picked up soap, thinking of black soap and thinking of that winter.

It was an afternoon, and the cold wind roared, raising the dust on the ground and blowing it on the face, biting. I wrapped my coat and put my hands in my pockets, but I was still red with cold and walked home alone against the wind. Pedestrians rushed home, and people doing business on the roadside were busy collecting stalls.

Suddenly, I saw an old man wearing an ancient Chinese tunic suit, a cotton hat that was popular many years ago, and a pair of heavy cotton shoes. His hand was hidden in his sleeve, he sat in a maze, and his feet kept stamping, as if to keep warm. There is a shabby black leather bag next to it, with a newspaper in front of it, flattened by bricks, and the "pig pancreas" is neatly listed on it. Because it was dark and the wind was blowing hard, I couldn't open my eyes and see the old man's expression clearly. I guess his face should be full of melancholy, waiting for the first customer today!

I know him! Every time I come home from the station, I pass by his stall, which is less than one square meter, and I hear him shout in a hoarse voice: "Pig pancreas, black soap." To attract people's attention, but not as he hoped, passers-by are just passers-by and refuse to look over there. And the old man, his eyes lit up again and again, but they went out again and again.

My heart is shaking. Why doesn't he go home in such a cold day? Is it just for less than a day's living expenses? Doesn't he have any children to spend his old age with? One question after another keeps popping up in my mind. And the face has long been criss-crossed by some kind of liquid, I don't know where it came from or why.

I looked at that piece of white soap in my hand for a long time. I closed my eyes and my nose was sour. Mom pushed the door open and asked me what was wrong. I smiled at myself in the mirror, then turned my head and said, "Nothing, I just want to work hard." But I still swallowed the next sentence: "I don't want you alone."

Composition 7 of that winter is in my deepest memory, and I will never forget that winter, that snow, those people and that thing. ...

I don't seem to remember what winter it was, but I still can't forget the day when I fell in love-it was a winter vacation. Children like to play in the snow ...

When my sister was bored, she saw the snow flying outside the window: "What beautiful snow is really intoxicating ..." Just as he was about to say the next sentence, I interrupted him: "Don't be disgusting-but the snow is really beautiful, like butterflies flying in the sky ... How about going out to play?" "Well," she answered me. So we called several people: two are about my age, and one is only three years younger than my sister, who is my dry sister.

We chose an exciting game: snowball fights.

With my sister's "start", a fierce snowball fight began in a haystack not far from our home. We are also divided into two teams, one with my sister and the other three.

I threw a snowball at my sister, but she dodged. "Ha ha. Missed! It's my turn to fight back! " Then, a snowball flew towards me at the speed of 180 meters per second. "Ah" Sure enough, a snowball hit me hard. "It's so cold, it seems to be in my clothes ..." Everyone gathered around. Here comes the opportunity. I thought to myself. So, I gave them a fierce counterattack. Everyone laughed.

Laughter came and went. I feel more and more that the snowflakes flying in the sky are beautiful and charming. ...

With a bang, the snowball hit my sister. "Ha ha, you also tasted the taste of being smashed!" Because my sister is an expert in snowball fights.

In a burst of laughter, let me deeply remember this winter.

Don't let the heavy snow cover up the warmth in people's hearts. -inscription

I stood shivering in the cold wind. Dead leaves are suddenly rolled up by the cold wind, just like the memory of sinking into the sea is picked up again. That winter was so cold, but it made me feel the breath of spring.

That year, there was a thick layer of ice on the eaves in the morning, and the cold wind roared across my face, making me shiver. I was in a daze all morning. I was in the classroom then. The teacher saw my haggard face and knew that I had a fever, so he called my grandfather. Because my parents are busy working outside and have no time, the responsibility of taking care of me is handed over to my grandfather. In this way, I waited in confusion.

After about half an hour, I seem to hear someone calling me in my dream. In the dark, I opened my eyes and saw a thin, rickety figure, pushing a bicycle and smiling at me-that was grandpa. The hands on the handlebars are as red as carrots, full of lines and circles, and have been honed by years. I walked by quickly, and my grandfather picked me up, put me in the back seat of my bike and rode to the hospital in a hurry. The snow at the foot hasn't passed the instep, and grandpa rides very hard. Every step, the wheel will sink, and grandpa will simply get off and push me. His feet seem to be tied with sandbags, and every step is particularly heavy and stumbling, and sweat drips from his old face. Seeing me looking at him, grandpa turned around and smiled at me with a simple and honest smile, but comforted me: don't worry, son, it's almost ready. I don't know how long we have been walking, but when we look back, we only see a line of deep footprints and ruts leaving long marks in the snow. This trace is deeply imprinted in my heart, which makes me feel warm in this winter and makes me wonder if this winter is too cold.

All year round, over and over again. May every winter in my life be so warm.

There were such flowers in the world that winter. After the long winter, it will turn cold and disappear quietly in the spring when flowers are in full bloom.

There is such a person in the world who just disappeared in the long river of history.

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Grass grows in March and warblers fly in April. The fields are full of flowers, and the spring breeze blows, making the flowers in the forest turn red and the weeds turn green.

A winding stream slowly flows down the hillside, wetting the grass by the stream and the soft feathers on the mouths of birds drinking water by the stream.

It flows slowly until it passes through a half-withered flower. The flowers stained with water have a fresh breath, and the pale yellow filaments spit out, as if they were particularly beautiful in the past, namely honeysuckle and honeysuckle. ...

Honeysuckle. Always the first to embrace spring. In winter, wintersweet withers and blooms. When the flowers bloom, it leaves no trace, just like a hermit.

Who knew that its short life was only for experiencing snowstorms and Ling Xue?

In fact, many people in history have made outstanding contributions like honeysuckle, but they are not tolerated by the emperor all the time. They are just a small point in the long river of history, and they are instantly submerged without a trace. What did they get after the winter?

Even so, even if they die young, they can remind us of those glories. Isn't that enough?

It's spring again. Only a few flowers are in full bloom in the park, graceful and bright as fire. The petals are slightly moving and spraying flowers, as if silently saying hello: "I am honeysuckle? What about you? "

That winter, the composition 10 was full of spring flowers, beautiful as fire, crisp in autumn and snowy all over the sky. I prefer the cold in winter to the flowers in spring, the heat in summer and the cold in autumn.

Winter is unforgettable for me, because in winter, my sister can shovel snow with my grandmother, so I am very excited. Early in the morning, it was still dark. I got up to mend bauhinia, called grandma and went to the garage to get a shovel. Grandma was strong enough to choose a big one, but I was weak enough to choose a small one. Just after choosing the shovel, I found that my grandmother had "dressed up and sent it". When I arrived at my door, I found it was already dark and it was snowing heavily. Shiny snow reflected in the dark sky, like a painting, is beautiful. Without saying anything, I quickly began to pile the snow in the designated place. Sometimes, my grandfather will come and shovel snow with us. When you are tired, look up and open your mouth to taste the cold drinks of nature. Slowly, it will dawn, and the snow will soon dawn. I took the opportunity to run into the garage and moved out the shovel, iron bucket and sister-in-law three or four times. I put my sister-in-law beside the university. I first put my hand on the snowdrift and wrote my name to show this. Then I sat in a chair with an iron bucket in my left hand and a shovel in my right, and walked straight into the bucket. Then press the snow tightly with your hands, gently press the iron drum back to the ground, and a barrel-shaped square will come out with a cry. Make several such squares in succession, then spread a layer of snow in front of the squares, surround the squares one by one, and leave two places around, so that the appearance of a castle will almost come out, and several small villages will continue to be built outside the castle. In this way, a picture of the castle came out.

Winter is a season that cannot be forgotten.

That winter composition 1 1 autumn girl left us with light steps, and grandpa came to us with a biting cold wind in winter. He blew away the coolness of autumn, the joy of harvest and the fragrance of fruit ... leaving only the chilling cold.

I remember the snow in 20xx, which was bigger than before. The cold wind whistling outside the window shook the trees, as if someone had angered him and was venting his anger! We sat in the classroom, wrapped ourselves up, for fear that angry children would come to us to "keep warm". In the evening, the goose feather snow is like cotton scattered by the cold wind. The children who came back from school couldn't help putting their hands out of their warm pockets, ready to watch the snowflakes carefully. But when the children's hands just touched the hexagonal snowflake, they disappeared as if they had been enchanted by someone, and they continued to grasp regardless of the cold.

The next morning, the snow stopped, and men, women and children came out of their warm homes to enjoy this rare beauty. This is really "like a strong wind in spring, which blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees"! I can't help admiring. Look, the branches are covered with thick quilts, the house is dressed in new white clothes, and the ground is covered with shiny carpets ... how amazing! We can't help being fascinated by the beautiful scenery. The adults took out their already prepared cameras, "click, click", and took photos with Grandpa Dong, leaving beautiful memories. What about the children? They have run to the lawn to touch the present that Grandpa Dong brought us! Look, the children reached out their little hands, which were red with cold, and had a close contact with Snow White. They are as busy as a bee, having snowball fights and making snowmen ... children's silvery laughter comes from time to time in the distance.

Time flies, the snow scene is still in my heart. It's winter again, looking forward to that snowflake and snow. ...

That winter composition 12 the cold wind blew hard and everything lost its vitality. It may be winter. That winter was unusually warm.

At dawn, there was a noise outside, and I couldn't help looking out of the window. Wow! It is a snowy scene outside, and people are playing in the snow. I called my friend excitedly and came to the snow. We made a snowman there, had a snowball fight ... and had a good time.

Gradually, I felt tired, my hands and feet were cold and I was sweating all over. I said goodbye to my friends and hurried home to keep warm. My mother was very surprised to see me coming back so soon. I covered my hands and turned on the heater. Mom smiled and said, "It's cold. I'll make you a cup of hot milk. " "Here comes the milk." I picked up the cup and gulped it down. I still feel cold after drinking. It seems that there is a cold breath, and it is stuck with super glue, which has attached to me. Mother touched my forehead with her hand and knew that I had a fever. She was in a hurry to take me to the hospital. I didn't want to go, so she had to stay at home with me.

It's cloudy. It looks like rain. My mood is as bad as this weather. Soon, I fell asleep groggy. When I woke up, I found a bowl beside the bed with a peeled apple in it. I think my mother must have put it there. I took a bite of the apple, which was sweet and seemed to moisten my heart. "Knock ..." Footsteps. Is it mom? Yes, it's her. Mother is carrying a bowl of fruit porridge, and her eyes are full of worries. I smelled it, and the porridge was full of fruit and steaming. My mother fed me spoonfuls, and I couldn't help being moved.

He watched me finish drinking and then closed the door and left. I looked out of the window and the sun showed a long-lost smile. It may be attracted by warmth. The dark clouds in the sky cleared away and it was sunny again. And I, savoring the bowl of fruit porridge, my face is filled with joy.

The warmth of winter is the bowl of sweet fruit porridge and my mother's infinite love for me ... This ordinary and sincere love has warmed me and the whole winter.

Recalling the past is always so beautiful that I can't forget that winter … composition.

That winter composition 13 in a glistening world, I felt that there was no color, and there was no one in the street, even no one was seen, which was particularly deserted. The snow outside the window is like catkins, goose feathers and cotton, and slowly falls from the air to the ground. Snowflakes spin with the wind and dance lightly in the air like a little fairy in a white gauze skirt ~ ~ ~ ~

I don't know when I was watching TV at home when I suddenly heard my friend call me out to play. I was a little reluctant because it was too cold and snowing, but after repeated persuasion, I had to go with them. We went to a snowy place and began to make a snowman. Although the snowball didn't roll very round, it passed. Then, we began to roll another snowball. Of course, we can be a little naughty when snowballing. Sometimes, I secretly roll out a small snowball and throw it to my friends when they are not looking. Sometimes, they will pretend to be angry and deliberately let me coax her. When I just wanted to leave, they would get back at me when I wasn't looking, but I wasn't as stingy as them.

Ha! Get out of here! You're done! We happily went home and got some decorations to decorate our snowman. I also gave our snowman a very lovely name: Xixi. Looking at our snowman's bright smile, we also revolve around it.

Looking back now, it has been four years, and time waits for no one. Although it was very cold that winter, our hearts were warm. I will always remember that winter, because it is my childhood memory.

That winter composition 14 The temperature in Fuzhou has plummeted these days, and adults are teasing: Fuzhou has finally succeeded in winter! I can't help thinking of the unforgettable snow scene at my grandmother's house last winter. Grandma's home is in the northernmost part of Fujian province, which is the junction of Fujian, Zhejiang and Jiangxi provinces. The climate there is wet and cold in winter, and it will snow heavily when it reaches a certain low temperature.

It's a foggy morning. I gently pushed open the window, and a cool feeling came to my face, followed by a white world. I shouted excitedly, "Wow, it's snowing!" I couldn't wait to run downstairs. Just after I left home, the thin snowflake came into a "close contact" on my face, giving people a cold and comfortable feeling.

Gradually, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, like petals flying in the air, falling from the air one by one, falling on the face, body and occasionally getting into the neck. It is really cold! I reached out and caught the snowflake, which was a gift from nature with the climate change. It is really unique!

The road in front of me is white and flawless. I walk in the snow, just like stepping on a soft white carpet, and my feet are still squeaking. It was fun! All the way out, the streets and houses are gradually covered with a thick white coat, which looks really beautiful and can't bear to step on it to destroy it.

At this time, a few birds flew around in the air, chirping as if to say, "What a beautiful and snowy winter!" " "Leaving their flower-like footprints on the' Snowcoat', a string is like a beautiful art painting. Look at those deciduous trees by the roadside. They are covered with fluffy shiny silver bars. They fell from me like white powder on my face and made me itch. I can't help laughing. Looking around, the whole village instantly turned into a white world of ice and snow, which was really beautiful.

Recalling these scenes, I am still unfinished, as if it happened yesterday. I love my hometown, especially the snow scene in my hometown. Winter always surprises me when it comes!

That winter composition 15 Farewell to him is the winter after three years. I walked around the campus early in the morning, admiring every corner of the morning. This is my compulsory course every day, and the class teacher says it is good for my voice.

"Wang Qiyao, you and I don't interfere in this river. Why do you win love in a horizontal knife? " Of course, this vitriol comes from Li Qian, the head of the beauty queen!

"oh? Miss Li Da, are you talking about what I took from you? " Wang Qiyao is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Don't be stupid. You should know Zeng Jixuan, right? "

"Mm-hmm." Wang Qiyao acquiesced.

"He is my boyfriend!" "Ha ha ... big miss. Don't talk nonsense until others admit it. "

The forces of two women fought in the early hours of the morning. Attracted a lot of' audience', and I was surrounded by curiosity.

"Well, let's ask him what he says." I didn't know who Zeng was, so many people rushed up.

"Xuan Jing." "Brother Xuan!" Both of them are angry.

"What are you doing? Why call so many people early in the morning? " It's him. It's really him. He is still wearing that white suit, still so gentle and elegant.

"Jingxuan, tell this junior, what is our relationship?" "Sister, what are you talking about?" "Once, you ..."

"Ah, impatient can't eat hot tofu, also don't see how old you are? It is also worthy of being the GF of Xuan's brother. " Wang Qiyao sneer at a way.

"Xuan elder brother! ...."

"{Don't say anything, I'll tell you what I like ... her." Say that finish, he took me and ran, didn't give me time to think.

We ran all the way to the secluded back garden, which is an ancient garden. I looked at him carefully again. He has fair skin, deep eyes and a face like Barbie doll. It's him. It's really him.

"Don't worry? You go! " It's the same Beijing dialect, but he doesn't remember me anymore. I gave a wry smile.