Xue Jing Sinian Composition

In ordinary daily life, everyone has written a composition. With the help of composition, you can vent your emotions and adjust your mood. You always have no way to write a composition? The following are 6 compositions of Snow Scene Level 4 that I collected for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

Snow Scene Fourth Grade Composition 1 "It's snowing, it's snowing", my mother said, and came in to tell me. "Really?" I went to the window with questions and saw that it was snowing. I saw snowflakes flying in the sky like elves, flying on trees and roofs, and suddenly the earth was covered with a thin white duvet.

"I'm going out to play in the snow," I said, putting on my shoes.

"It's snowing, the road is slippery, be careful," my mother told me in the back.

Several people were already having a snowball fight downstairs, and I joined their team at once.

After a while, my parents came down and said they would go with me to see the snow outside. I agreed excitedly. What a beautiful snow scene outside! In the park, the white poplars with all their leaves are covered with shiny silver stripes, and the evergreen pine and cypress are covered with thick snow, like a giant polar bear and a white elephant. The grass in the park is covered with snow, just like the white carpet on the right. After the snow, the small bridge on the river seems to be made of crystal, which is beautiful. Several pavilions by the bridge are as beautiful as silver, wrapped in white!

The snow is so beautiful. I hope I can see such beautiful scenery every day!

A year is divided into four seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter. Among them, winter is my favorite. In winter, we can have a snowball fight, make a snowman and see the beautiful snow scene. ...

Today, in the middle of our first class, we heard someone shouting excitedly, "Look outside, it's snowing!" " As soon as I heard it, I thought, "Why did it start to snow when I came here this morning? You must be joking with us. " Think about it and do your homework. However, I saw many students looking out of the window and making amazing noises, and I couldn't help looking out of the window. "Wow!" I cried in surprise. When I looked out of the window, I found that there was heavy snow in the sky. It was so beautiful! Watching, I entered a fantasy, thinking: class is over, the earth must be white.

One class passed, two classes passed and three classes passed. When I walked out of the classroom, I saw exactly the same trees, roofs and playgrounds as I imagined. Seen from a distance, it is as white as a fairy. Look at the snowflakes, like white clouds and cotton. It is so white and dazzling. In the white world, snowflakes fall on poplars, as if they were full of pear blossoms in spring. Only the evergreen pines and cypresses are still standing.

I'm not the only one immersed in excitement. All the students in my class are like me. After class, they always run out of the classroom to see the snowflakes that the students expect.

Snowflakes slowly fell from the sky to the ground and gradually became smaller until noon. ...

There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. On Sunday afternoon, I got up on time, opened the curtains and found it was snowing heavily outside. Wow! It's snowing I let out a cry and hurried to the window, sat by the window and looked at the beautiful snow.

Heavy snow, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, to a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine trees and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful. The tree has been covered with a layer of white gauze, and the ground looks like a thick white quilt. The earth has become a world of pink jade. Ah! How beautiful! I am intoxicated in this world of white packages! After the snow, I can't wait to run out of the house and watch the beautiful snow scene. Stepping on the soft snow, I heard the creaking sound under my feet. I ran to the snowdrift. I picked up a handful of clean snow with my hand, licked it with my tongue and tasted the pure snow. There was a unique fragrance and coldness on my tongue. At this time, I heard the children's hilarious voices in the park across the street. I ran over there. It turned out that they were having a snowball fight and making a snowman in the yard. How lively it is! That intense scene, I really want to join in, suddenly a snowball hit me on the head, and then a child said; "Big brother to have a snowball fight with us, ok? I said; " Ok, no problem. "I think while playing; How can I forget the snow this year? I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. In winter, although it is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

I like to stay alone in the snow quietly, watching snowflakes flying all over the sky, listening to wonderful and magical snow songs and sorting out my chaotic mood.

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In winter, snowflakes all over the sky dance in the air like a group of naughty elves, floating on the land of Shan Ye. They always come at the invitation of winter, through the joy of autumn, accompanied by the whistling north wind. I always like to wear my favorite coat when it snows-it is full of good memories and sweet yearning for the future. Walking quietly in the snow.

Snowflakes, like catkins, fall from the sky and gently fall on the treetops, putting on festive costumes for plants proudly standing in the north wind. Raise your head and meet you with the cold wind all over the sky. The fluttering snowflakes, like a group of girls who have just taken a bath, dance shyly and happily. Snowflakes, like a butterfly looking only for dreams, linger, like memories of the wonderful bits and pieces that you loved, and like lovers in love, looking at each other affectionately. Gently lift up your face, and those white elves wander in the boundless sky one by one. From time to time, there will be one, two, and countless pieces that linger on my hair tips, eyelids, lips, and earlobes, as if it were a girl's kiss, shy and sweet, gentle and not lacking in warmth. Looking at these cheerful little guys, playing tricks on me, my heart, at this moment, a violent tremor, inexplicably raised a few lines of love and a touch of warmth in my heart. ...

Someone once told me that the sound of falling snow is the song of an angel. Although low but elegant, people who can hear will be happy all their lives. Strolling in the snowflakes flying all over the sky, quietly listening to the whispers of snow, enjoying the beautiful scenery of "like spring breeze, coming at night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". I remember that at the beginning, I still couldn't understand that poets could compare snowflakes flying all over the sky to pear flowers covered with branches. Only then did I really appreciate the poet's originality.

Pear blossoms give people hope and wake up from their dreams. Compared with cold snowflakes, they will give people a more agile atmosphere. Gently, pacing in the snow, raising my hand from time to time, picking up a few "pear flowers" flying in the air, carefully caring for them, accidentally losing the memory of the past, the roof in the distance has already been covered with a thin veil, as light as cicada's wings, and the nearby branches are also covered with "pear flowers" that are slower than one tree, dotted with branches.

Quietly, I am alone, dancing slowly in the snow all over the sky, feeling the romance of "thousands of snowflakes falling and falling into the tile ditch silently bit by bit", listening to the rustling of snowflakes falling, and my thoughts are constantly flying with this beautiful and quiet music.

The snow scene in the country is really poetic! Snow elves are flawless, no less than the snow scene in the city.

The snow scene in the countryside is colorful. White snow flowers and green bamboo forests, their mutual contrast makes snow more thorough, people's hearts whiter and bamboo more fresh and refreshing. The red brick house is also covered with a snow quilt! Some children even put red, yellow, blue, green and green handmade flowers outside their homes, making many white snowflakes live into settled houses. The vegetable fields never let go of snowflakes, so that all homeless orphans finally have a warm and peaceful home!

The world after the snow is beautiful, and the green bamboo forest is far away. It takes off its monotonous green clothes when people are asleep. Put on white and green clothes. Some people also show off their new clothes to their friends from time to time! The gray dry bamboo leaves also make the snow elves unceremoniously put on a thick duvet! Approaching the bamboo forest slowly, I found that the heads of some small mushrooms were eager to break through this layer of snow, as if enjoying the beautiful scenery after the snow! Suddenly, I saw a chicken foraging in the forest. When it passed by, the snow embroidered it into a beautiful "three-leaf claw painting"!

I walked into this bamboo forest after the snow with curiosity. When I first stepped in, I heard the strange music when I stepped through the snow, as if it were a newly invented musical instrument, but it was so immersive! Because it's quiet, I can clearly hear my heartbeat! Maybe the sun is rising, and the sound of melting snow is echoed in my ears from time to time! These three kinds of wonderful music are intertwined! Rotating solidification! Sublimate! Let me be intoxicated!

Towards the end, I saw a Chimonanthus praecox in bud. It's very quiet, just like this small town after the snow!

On the fifth day of the sixth lunar month, it is sunny. Dad estimated that the snow on the road was gone, so we decided to play in Baoji. I will go with my parents, grandparents and grandparents. The car was driving on the expressway around the city and soon arrived at Xibao Expressway. There is snow where the sun can't shine on the expressway. The cars on the road are very cautious and drive along the middle road.

We went to caijiapo first. We ate a lot of snacks in the market. I ate noodles and hot rolls. My uncle gave me pepper, which I thought was delicious. After dinner, we went to Wuzhangyuan. The snow on the winding mountain road to Wuzhangyuan was pressed into thick ice and slippery. Dad drives slowly. When I arrived at Wuzhangyuan, I realized that Wuzhangyuan was to commemorate Zhuge Liang. It's hard for me to get out after leaving the Eight Diagrams, but it's fun. I also saw Zhuge Liang's clothes in the cenotaph.

I think this trip is very interesting. I know the precautions for driving on the snowy road, and I have seen snow-covered farmland and villages, which I have never seen before!