Composition on the description of cold action 150 words.

1. This profile describes the cold component 150. The cold winter is coming. After a heavy snow, it became a world of powder and jade. The willow trees are covered with silver bars, and the lawn is covered with silver wires.

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

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

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

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

Snow, deeply cut, seems to be inextricably linked with emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and it has 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.

2. Who can give me a composition with 150 words describing the cold winter? Cold air makes your fingers stiff. Slow, but still numb with cold. You can't escape the cool wind when you put gloves in your pocket.

The cold in winter makes people have nowhere to escape. The cold air wants to freeze everything, which makes all activities slow and dull. Dead leaves hanging on the branches will shake to the ground as soon as they are released, but the cold air makes it impossible for the fallen leaves to draw such a beautiful curve. They just fell down and curled up. Even the horn of the car seems to be frozen stiff, rushing out of the horn, clear and harsh. Sometimes the story in my mind will be frozen, stay in a fragment and refuse to move forward.

So, that memory was repeated over and over again until it was really unpleasant. On the small stove selling boiled corn by the roadside, there is an extra-large pot filled with corn neatly. There are countless water vapor, attached to the plastic cloth on the big basin. As soon as the plastic sheet was uncovered, it seemed to be a "wow", and the gas rose with overwhelming force, and the thick white spread around happily. I'm afraid that huge momentum also startled the cold air, and I dare not show it off any more.

Otherwise, how can it make them transpiration at will? In contrast, the breath from the nostrils and mouth is much weaker. Although clearly visible, it is really the enemy's low temperature. It will be frozen forever until it is dispersed.

The low temperature and cold wind in winter always make the world look particularly clear and bright, just like a polished glass.

The cool wind seems to wipe everyone's tired eyes again. It is always much clearer to see the bright world with these freshly wiped eyes. Many times, that clarity is a bit dazzling. Everything is clear and thorough, just like watching a piece of ice. We can not only see the reflected colorful light, but also see some striking black spots, which is the last thing we want to see, but we can't hide it.

3. composition on cooling 100 words. It's really cold today! In the morning, as soon as I managed to climb out of the warm bed, I shivered and wanted to return to that wonderful dream. My mother's crying rang out in my ear: "Son, get up quickly, it's 7: 05, or you'll be late!" " Hey, it's the coldest time outside, as the saying goes: "La Qi Bala, frozen chin", "Son, hurry up, hurry up! I am going to be late! " Hey, stop talking so much and get dressed quickly!

Stepping out of the house, grandpa Beifeng picked me up, made me tremble all the way and took me to school. Ah, ah, ah Ah, I rubbed my red nose with my hand and thought, hey, what kind of weather is this? I've had a cold for weeks! Ah, look at the other students. They don't like playing as much as before. You see: some of them are lazy outside their seats, some are constantly wiping their noses with paper towels, and some are constantly rubbing their hands and stamping their feet. . I am even worse. I didn't know it was MINUS 5 degrees Celsius today. I only wear a thin sweater and a coat. Worse is yet to come. At noon, it is snowing heavily! Snowflakes like naughty little dolls got into my clothes and hair. They were so enthusiastic that they gave me a cold heart. Now, I dare not leave the classroom, because once I leave the classroom, I will be beaten by my classmates' "meeting ceremony" and my uncle's tears. I can only sit in my seat, waiting for school and the snow to stop.

In winter, you leave quickly; Spring, your footsteps come into us!

4. The essay about "Leng" is more than 200 words, but the whole article can't have Leng. Bright sunshine shines through the window, with seven colors of light. The bugs on campus are screaming desperately; Flowers dance gracefully in the wind; Fish flock together and play in the water.

Looking at these energetic pictures, she can't get excited.

Just as she walked into the classroom, her best friend was sitting in the seat talking to her "sworn enemy". Seeing this scene, she immediately squatted down and carefully slipped from the classroom door to her seat, listening to the conversation. As time went on, her brow became more and more wrinkled. A tear fell on the back of her hand. After hearing the noise, the two people in front turned to look at her helpless squatting on the ground and smiled coldly.

She looked up at her friend and said with trembling lips, this. What's going on here? ""it doesn't hurt to let you know. It turns out that you are just a machine that I use to copy my homework. Now, she can let me go to a famous school without doing my homework. She stared at her blankly, and it was a long time before she ran out of the classroom and came to the corridor like crazy.

She didn't cry, just felt that this summer.

5. 150 word composition action has been urgently solved. The problem set is reproduced in QQ space. Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition is badly needed!

[Label: Tomb-Sweeping Day, composition] This year. Quite novel, it is best to go to the grave together! Er Ru replied: 5 popularity: 58 1 resolution time: 2009-04-10/3: 41.

Qingming Sweeping Dust Yesterday was the second day of Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it was also a day of sweeping dust. My brother, father and mother went to my grandmother's house in the country together, and we are going to climb the mountain and sweep the dust together. "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival." Yes, it rained lightly yesterday, so we have nothing to say, only stepping on the muddy Shan Ye to climb up step by step. Finally, we arrived at the graves of Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa, and all of us stood in awe. Dad handed me a burnt incense and smoked from time to time. The smell is so strong that I immediately look depressed and sad when I smell it. All of us, with incense in our hands, made a 90-degree bow to the grandfather, grandmother and grandfather under the grave to show our high respect for all of them. I turned around and picked up the flower basket I had already prepared, and respectfully put it in front of the graves of Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa. The flowers in the basket are white, and several white ribbons are tied to them. Against the backdrop of several green leaves, it is even more solemn. After we finished worshipping, we began to burn money for Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa Xiao in the underworld. Dad knew that they were good at mahjong, so he burned them more money, with 1 100 million, 200 million,1100 million, and told them, "Don't rob them." It sounds interesting to me. They have so much money that they can't spend it all in a year. What do they need to rob? Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa left too early, and you left me without honoring your old man. There, only loneliness and loneliness accompany you, no … no … no … there are "ruthless" spring, summer, autumn and winter and lush forests. If you are still here, I will respect you. I'm walking.

6. Composition My father described 150 words with his appearance, language and actions. He is thirty-eight years old this year. He is tall and dark, with a pair of stern eyes under heavy eyebrows, a round face like a hamburger, and thick beards on his lips and cheeks. He always likes to stab me when something happens.

Dad has a bad habit, that is, he likes smoking. Smoke one after another, inhale in your mouth and spray in your nose. Two nostrils are like two chimneys. However, as soon as my mother saw him, he quickly threw away his cigarette and stopped smoking.

Dad has a good habit! As long as he has time, he will be busy in the kitchen. I saw him holding a shovel in his right hand and a big spoon in his left, and his hands were just right. He added materials for a while, knocked on the spoon for a while, and the dishes in the pot danced up and down under his control. Soon, a rich and delicious meal was prepared for us, and I liked it very much.

My father is really a good father!