Write a composition in the winter in the south

1. Write an article about southern winter. Experience the winter in the south. I have lived in the south for more than ten years. I have never felt the splendor of snowflakes and cold winds. I have never seen the silver world of snow, and I have never experienced the fun of making a snowman and hitting a snow station with my bare hands. Naturally, it is difficult to understand the suddenness and magic of plowing thousands of trees at night as the spring breeze blows.

Therefore, I can only talk about the winter in the south that I am familiar with. Experiencing the winter in the south is really a rare enjoyment.

This winter came a little late, so that when it really came, people were caught off guard. A few days ago, it was sunny and crisp autumn, but yesterday the temperature dropped and the cold wind swept everywhere, which seemed to tell us that winter was really coming.

When I got up in the morning, I opened my sleepy eyes and found that it was not bright yet, and the pointer had pointed to' 6. As soon as my hand stretched out from the bed, it got cold, and I immediately retracted it, so my determination to get up was inevitably shaken.

Not easily out of the apartment, looking up, three or two pedestrians and old houses are immersed in this thick fog, like a deep sleep, not yet awake. There is a little halo brewing in the morning fog, which is faintly visible. It should be regarded as a little softness in winter! However, the air is really dry, and deep breathing makes people uncomfortable.

A thin layer of moisturizing cream is so insignificant. A gust of wind blew, rolled up the fallen leaves all over the floor and swirled in the wind. I couldn't help but wrap my collar tightly and walked to the restaurant.

Along the way, I saw the fallen leaves still retain their summer colors, but they were lifeless, drooping branches and shivering in the wind. The bird had to pinch its wings and lazily hide in its nest, not wanting to leave.

The dew glistened on the grass, bending the waist of the grass, as if it were competing with the grass. With a gentle touch, the dew quickly slipped down the grass and dripped into fertile soil, leaving a beautiful arc in the air.

The sun rises lazily, giving the earth a few faint rays of sunshine. There are more people on the playground, rushing in the dense fog that has not faded.

People don't wear much, but they are enough to resist the cold wind. In the fields outside the campus, hard-working farmers carry water and fiddle with the fragile green in winter.

Winter is like a loving old man, lazy and happy; Winter, like a pot of fragrant tea, needs your heart to touch and experience a winter, a journey and a life.

Maple leaves falling slowly in winter in the south are like missing. I light candles at the end of the year to warm autumn. -Inscription I don't like winter, for nothing else, just because it is too cold, it makes me feel that this beautiful world has become so stiff and weak, and the whole world has closed its eyes and hibernated quietly.

Standing at the window and looking out, although the leaves on the tree did not fall off, the tree looked so haggard. There are few pedestrians and vehicles on the street, and I occasionally hear laughter, but in less than a second, everything dies in an instant. At this time, the sound of cars whizzing past and whizzing past, no matter how loud, can not wake up all sleeping things.

Because it is cold in winter, I feel that the winter scenery there is useless. "It snows here. When we come together tomorrow morning, we can see thick snow everywhere! " The other end of the phone is Shanxi.

It's already snowing there. Although it is much colder, it is valuable, just like "when God closes a door, he will open another window for you". However, it is cold and dry here, and there is no considerable scenery. Although the temperature is around 10℃, it is enough for us to complain-because I am a child in the south.

I used to like rain very much, because rain can form a unique music. It's wonderful to listen to the sound of raindrops hitting the eaves and windows in different sizes.

But in winter, no, I denied my opinion, and I began to hate rainy days, because it would make the already cold weather colder and colder, and the atmosphere would become heavier and heavier. Walking on the wet street, I will complain and worry.

Complain about the bad weather, and worry that muddy water will stain my pants, because it is really difficult to wash clothes in winter. Although I didn't wash it myself, I will inevitably learn from it when it is dirty. The rain, the more worried.

The warm snow was falling, and the wind blew the snow off my north-facing window pane. Things like catkins stick to the glass, and the lights outside the window are gradually blurred. Late at night in winter, I was facing the window of the canal, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger. Woo-hoo's voice slapped the snowflake on the glass, and Ma Touqin's voice was faintly heard in the whistle.

I know it's a heavy snow. It seems that flying over the grassland will cover up the desolation of the north. The land is white, and the very cold land can sleep. I went to bed when the snow piled up on the windowsill.

When I woke up, a midday sun shone through the window. I'm confused. I vaguely remember a heavy snow last night. How can there be the sun during the day? Oh, it's winter in the north. I get up, brush my teeth easily, chew an apple, and then go outside. It's really heavy snow. The snow on the ground is five or six inches thick. There are already children making snowmen in the yard. Behind the street, there is a uniform bungalow. There is thick snow on the roof, and the chimney on the roof is smoking. That's Xiaogan who makes tofu and cooks soybean milk. On the eaves, the snow melted by the sun began to drip, and a crystal ice fell from the dripping place. The ice was glittering with the sun.

Walking through the snow to the suburbs, the river has frozen and there is snow on the ice. That river is a snowy river, combed by the wind, and the snow shows signs of flowing. The willows on both sides hung silver branches, and the wind stopped. It always follows the footsteps of the night.

I walked on, and the mottled land of hay, mud and stones was covered with endless snow. A flock of pigeons flew over the snowy day, and the whistle shook off the snowflakes on the willow tips. I think there should be sika deer running in the vast snowfield. However, this is Beijing, and only Beetle-style cars crawl slowly on snowy roads.

Snow covered the village and there was faint smoke in the village. They are still using coal stoves, which are light blue in snowy days. I can't help thinking of the snowy days in the south of China. Snow is also white and fat. It covers the earth. There are green plants on the earth, such as camphor tree, pine tree, palm tree, Ligustrum lucidum and bamboo. Bamboo is bent by snow, bamboo is green, snow is white, and the village is covered with snow. In front of the white and fat village.

2. How to write a composition in winter in the south? Half a yellow leaf falls, and I hear the sound of life withering. Yes, the geese flew south again, leaving only dead branches on the branches, and the spring water gradually dried up, and the chill came quietly. All this tells me that winter is coming.

In my opinion, winter is the least romantic season, especially in the south. It can't see the snow and ice in the north. There is no Wan Li desert in the west, and there is no sound at all. Winter in the south is always just a depression. The weather is very cold, but there is not a trace of moisture. The cold immersed in the bone marrow seems to have taken away all the warmth of the body, leaving only a cold mass that is as loose as dry floc and stuffed between the chest and lungs. In this season, people's thinking will be frozen, and even emotions and romance will be forgotten in an instant. Under such circumstances, it is difficult to raise a trace of goodwill, even if there is an occasional wish, it will soon be thrown into the corner of memory.

3. How to write a composition in winter in the south? Half a yellow leaf falls, and I hear the sound of life withering.

Yes, the geese flew south again, leaving only dead branches on the branches, and the spring water gradually dried up, and the chill came quietly. All this tells me that winter is coming. In my opinion, winter is the least romantic season, especially in the south. It can't see the snow and ice in the north. There is no Wan Li desert in the west, and there is no sound at all.

Winter in the south is always just a depression. The weather is very cold, but there is not a trace of moisture. The cold immersed in the bone marrow seems to have taken away all the warmth of the body, leaving only a cold mass that is as loose as dry floc and stuffed between the chest and lungs.

In this season, people's thinking will be frozen, and even emotions and romance will be forgotten in an instant. Under such circumstances, it is difficult to raise a trace of goodwill, even if there is an occasional wish, it will soon be thrown into the corner of memory.

4.500-word composition about southern winter is tired. In winter in the south, half of the yellow leaves fall, and I hear the sound of life withering.

Yes, the geese flew south again, leaving only dead branches on the branches, and the spring water gradually dried up, and the chill came quietly. All this tells me that winter is coming. In my opinion, winter is the least romantic season, especially in the south. It can't see the snow and ice in the north. There is no Wan Li desert in the west, and there is no sound at all.

Winter in the south is always just a depression. The weather is very cold, but there is not a trace of moisture. The cold immersed in the bone marrow seems to have taken away all the warmth of the body, leaving only a cold mass that is as loose as dry floc and stuffed between the chest and lungs.

In this season, people's thinking will be frozen, and even emotions and romance will be forgotten in an instant. Under such circumstances, it is difficult to raise a trace of goodwill, even if there is an occasional wish, it will soon be thrown into the corner of memory.

Standing outdoors, take a breath gently. A mass of white fog is wrapped in warm air, stretching out in mid-air, dense, and melting into dry and cold air for a long time. The little hope that was just ignited was shattered, quietly and quietly disappeared, as if it had never happened, and it was already a special kind of wetness in the trance.

Xiao Shu grew into a big tree and became an old tree in winter. The branches of the old tree are staggered, and only a few scattered leaves are dotted with traces of life. The bark is slightly brown, as if it had been baked on a fire for a long time, and it has lost its spirit and is half curled, as if it would fall to the ground at any time.

I have lived in the south for more than ten years since I was a child. I have never felt the snow falling and the spectacular wind blowing. I have never seen a snowy silver world, and I have never experienced the fun of making a snowman with my bare hands and playing in a snow station. Naturally, it is difficult to understand the suddenness and magic of "spring breeze comes, night rises, and thousands of trees plow". Therefore, I can only talk about the winter in the south that I am familiar with.

Experiencing the winter in the south is really a rare enjoyment. This winter came a little late, so that when it really came, people were caught off guard.

A few days ago, it was sunny and crisp autumn, but yesterday the temperature dropped and the cold wind swept everywhere, which seemed to tell us that winter was really coming. When I got up in the morning, I opened my sleepy eyes and found that it was still not bright, but the pointer had pointed to' 6'.

As soon as my hand stretched out from the bed, it got cold, and I immediately retracted it, so my determination to get up was inevitably shaken. It is not easy to get out of the apartment. Looking up, three or two pedestrians and old houses were immersed in this thick fog, as if they were asleep and not awake.

There is a little halo brewing in the morning fog, which is faintly visible. It should be regarded as a little softness in winter! However, the air is really dry, and deep breathing makes people uncomfortable. A thin layer of moisturizing cream is so insignificant.

A gust of wind blew, rolled up the fallen leaves all over the floor and swirled in the wind. I couldn't help but wrap my collar tightly and walked to the restaurant. Along the way, I saw the fallen leaves still retain their summer colors, but they were lifeless, drooping branches and shivering in the wind.

The bird had to pinch its wings and lazily hide in its nest, not wanting to leave. The dew glistened on the grass, bending the waist of the grass, as if it were competing with the grass.

With a gentle touch, the dew quickly slipped down the grass and dripped into fertile soil, leaving a beautiful arc in the air. The sun rises lazily, giving the earth a few faint rays of sunshine.

There are more people on the playground, rushing in the dense fog that has not faded. People don't wear much, but they are enough to resist the cold wind.

In the fields outside the campus, hard-working farmers carry water and fiddle with the fragile green in winter. In winter, like a kind old man, lazy and happy; Winter, like a pot of fragrant tea, needs you to touch it carefully.

Go through a winter, a journey, a life. Maple leaves falling slowly in winter in the south are like missing. I light candles at the end of the year to warm autumn.

-Inscription I don't like winter, for nothing else, just because it is too cold, it makes me feel that this beautiful world has become so stiff and weak, and the whole world has closed its eyes and hibernated quietly. Standing at the window and looking out, although the leaves on the tree did not fall off, the tree looked so haggard. There are few pedestrians and vehicles on the street, and I occasionally hear laughter, but in less than a second, everything dies in an instant.

At this time, the sound of cars whizzing past and whizzing past, no matter how loud, can not wake up all sleeping things. Because it is cold in winter, I feel that the winter scenery there is useless.

"It snows here. When we come together tomorrow morning, we can see thick snow everywhere! " The other end of the phone is Shanxi. It's already snowing there. Although it is much colder, it is valuable, just like "when God closes a door, he will open another window for you".

However, it is cold and dry here, and there is no considerable scenery. Although the temperature is around 10℃, it is enough for us to complain-because I am a child in the south. I used to like rain very much, because rain can form a unique music.

It's wonderful to listen to the sound of raindrops hitting the eaves and windows in different sizes. But in winter, no, I denied my opinion, and I began to hate rainy days, because it would make the already cold weather colder and colder, and the atmosphere would become heavier and heavier.

Walking on the wet street, I will complain and worry. Complain about the bad weather, and worry that muddy water will stain my pants, because it is really difficult to wash clothes in winter. Although I didn't wash it myself, I will inevitably learn from it when it is dirty.

The rain, the more worried.

5. Composition describing the fields in South China in winter and autumn

When the dull cicada song fades away, in the sparse yellowed forest, when the blue sky flies over the geese returning to the south from time to time, and when you walk in the forest, a withered and yellow leaf slips quietly on your shoulder, you will suddenly find that autumn, the messenger representing the joy of harvest, quietly walks into the crowd.

If you come to the field at this time, it's like being in a golden ocean. Look: the golden rice fields are endless, and the wind sets off a wave of rice from time to time. At first glance, all the corn kernels are full, just like wearing a pearl robe. The rice stalk has been crushed by the heavy ears of rice like a hunchback old man, nodding frequently in the autumn wind, as if thanking the farmer's uncle for his hard work.

Another bumper harvest year. You see, the plowman is strong and strong. He kept harvesting with a sickle. There are only rows of ears of rice left in the field, and the women are busy. Some women are breaking corn in the field, others are beating the cut rice, and they are beating it, even sweating. The grain on the sun dam in front of the house is piled as high as a hill.

To the east of the field, there is an orange forest. Golden oranges are covered with branches, which makes people fondle them. I like small lanterns, and even people who walk here are full of praise.

Looking at the full crops, people can't hide their smiles on their dark faces. In the distance, a burst of laughter and laughter came with the wind from time to time, intoxicated with the joy of harvest.

What a fascinating field, what a vibrant field, it gives people hope.

I like this beautiful field in autumn!

autumn leave

Miss Qiu came to us quietly. Autumn leaves are accompanied by waves of cold wind, some falling and some fluttering with the wind. They are neither yellow nor green, because autumn is a colorful season.

Look! Some of the maple leaves there are red, some are dark green and some are yellow. These three colors form a harmonious picture, which is really beautiful! I approached the maple tree, picked up a yellow maple leaf from the ground and put it in my palm. I saw the maple leaf like a child's palm, and the leaves tilted slightly around, which was very interesting! The edges of the leaves are jagged, and the veins are evenly distributed on each leaf, which is dense and invisible. The petiole of maple leaf is short and thin and yellow. What a difference!

Ginkgo biloba leaves are not to be outdone. They turn yellow piece by piece, like a golden umbrella, supporting a blue sky. I am very convenient.

Pick up a ginkgo leaf and study it carefully. Ginkgo biloba leaves are like a yellow fan. Its petiole is thin, long and yellow. Its leaves are like a thousand waves, rising and falling. Its veins are arranged in order. How many veins are there? Tell you what! There are countless articles, you can't see them without careful reading! They fall quietly with the breeze. How beautiful!

Let's look at Holly again! They are still so green and energetic. From a distance, they shine like soldiers. Look carefully, the petiole is short, the leaf margin is serrated, the main vein is in the middle, and the veins on both sides are evenly distributed. How interesting

Autumn leaves are colorful, I love autumn, and I love autumn leaves even more!

Autumn in my hometown

In September, since the first leaf fell to the ground, autumn has come to my hometown.

The sky is blue, and white clouds are floating in the sky, sometimes like flocks of pleasant goats, sometimes like jumping white rabbits, and sometimes like galloping horses.

The river is crystal clear, like a transparent blue ribbon falling on the earth. The leaves on the shore turned yellow and fell from the trees one after another, dancing like golden butterflies in mid-air. Some float into the river and the fish use it as a small umbrella; Some float to the ground and ants use it as a scooter.

Looking at the endless fields, the golden rice bent over with laughter, and the full ears of rice nodded and smiled at us, looking from a distance, just like a golden ocean. Snow-white cotton has smiling faces, like white clouds in the sky, some half-opened, like a shy little girl half-covering her face, some cotton peaches, like small copper bells hidden under cotton leaves. Pieces of soybeans shook the pods and swelled as if they were about to crack.

Fruit trees are covered with heavy fruits, red persimmons are like lanterns, pears in Huang Chengcheng are like clocks, and purple grapes are like agates. ...

Ah! Autumn in my hometown is really beautiful!

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7. Composition: Composition of Winter Pupils in the South, Daquan. com. Composition of Grade Two Pupils: Winter time in the South: 2010-01:21Source: Author: Dried tofu: 1875 times, you know, son. If you don't know, I will tell you slowly! We are in the south, and it won't snow in winter, not to mention our children. Do you know what winter is like here? If you don't know, I will tell you slowly! We are in the south, and it won't snow in winter, let alone have a snowman.

The earth has fallen asleep and is very quiet. These trees were blown down by the biting north wind and stood there bare, enduring the cold wind and cold.

Animals that are afraid of cold are wintering, waiting for warm spring. The north wind rattled the windows, rushed people's noses and blew away the clouds.

It's winter here. What's winter like there? If you want to tell me, write to me quickly! I want to comment-winter in the south-composition-dividing line-students who read the composition in the south also read the story of the giant panda in the south. If I can make my father change seventy-two changes, it will be better than a 200-word fairy tale composition written by my relatives. Mom, this is urgent. Take it.

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Mom came from behind. My Harvest My Harvest This semester is coming to an end, and I have gained a lot this semester.

First of all, I admit the Chinese class. Northwest Wind Chicken Roll On this day, my mother will cook and cook a good dish, Northwest Wind Chicken Roll.

However, every time my mother cooks, on a happy Friday, I finish my homework and check it carefully. My mother said that as long as the task assigned by the teacher is completed with good quality and quantity.

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These trees were blown down by the biting north wind and stood there bare, enduring the cold wind and cold. Animals that are afraid of cold are spending the winter.