Fifth grade winter composition

In our daily life, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. Don't ramble, the theme is lax or even without a theme. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is my composition of 10 grade five in winter. I hope it will help you.

1, the fifth grade composition in winter, when I walked out of the door, I saw a piece of white snow, which seemed like a squeezed marshmallow, pure, white and lovely. People couldn't help taking a bite. It feels cold and cold! It's like being in a fairyland. "Cotton candy" like this can't be seen all year round. Only in this special, cold and annoying season-winter, can we see this unique taste of "cotton candy".

This may be an annoying season. In this cold season, the wind is biting. No matter how the beautiful flowers in the air shout, pedestrians walking in the street will not stop to stand on the road for a while, take a look in the air and listen to the charming smile, gentle cry, white body and sweet singing. ...

Stepping on the path in my hometown and in the Woods beside the road has become a white world. Look, the snow on the trunk has firmly grasped the trunk, forming an aura of "snowflake map". Time, I want to know who it is. This snowflake picture is activated, as if every tree has a heartbeat, waving arms with long white sleeves, saying hello to me, and closing your eyes. The old scene seems to appear in front of your eyes and emerge in your mind-a group of friends are playing in the snow, throwing snowballs made of small snowflakes at each other and having snowball fights. Sing a short song of edelweiss, which is my favorite song and this weather is also my favorite weather and favorite season.

I love this season and this annoying winter festival. Although it is not as colorful as other seasons, I believe that as long as you carefully look at the little cute floating in the air and look at the strange pictures of this season by the roadside in the forest, you will be attracted by the winter in this hometown!

This is an essay with feelings in the scenery. The little author expressed his love for winter by describing the snow scene. This article describes snowflakes very vividly. Comparing snowflake to a squeezed cotton candy is not only novel, unique and vivid, but also very childlike.

Composition 2 of the fifth grade in winter: "There is a silk moon outside the crystal curtain, and there are layers of snow on the pear branches." As the saying goes, spring grows in summer and autumn harvests in winter. My hometown is still colorful when it is coldest all the year round.

Winter in my hometown is very quiet. When the evening breeze gently blows the branches under the snow, people know that the wind is coming, but the wind is so quiet that there is no sound; People know that it's snowing when shiny elves kiss people's cheeks, but the sound of snow elves dancing is so quiet and beautiful. Snow came quietly and walked gently, leaving a beautiful scenery for the world.

Winter in my hometown is very noisy. The cold wind whistling in the morning, but no matter how it blows, it can't impress the children's innocent and playful hearts. They fished for ice in the frozen lake; They make a snowman in a snowy world; They sled in the snow; They have snowball fights in the fairy tale world; They sing and dance together, and sometimes they play and laugh together.

Winter in my hometown is beautiful. Snowflakes are falling all over the sky, like white goose feathers, gently falling on the roof, on the lake and on the branches. The world wrapped in silver is like a huge soft wool blanket, and it is like a freshly baked cream cake. The dazzling sunlight shines on the snow, just like the twinkling stars in the clear night sky. This scene is like a silvery white land dotted with golden flowers. Continuous snow is decorating the world, which is really a gratifying sight of abundant snow.

Ah, winter in my hometown is quiet, noisy and more beautiful.

Ah, I like winter in my hometown.

The north wind roared, and Miss Qiu completed her mission and left happily with the harvest fruit. Grandpa Dong hastily took over Mr. Qiu's class, bringing a scene of winter to the earth. ...

When winter comes, many trees have lost all their leaves, but each tree stands proudly, swaying its bare branches in the cold wind, as if to tell the world how strong it is; The lush pine trees on the distant hillside also stand leisurely, no matter how cold the wind is, they still don't change green; The strong and unyielding plum blossoms in the courtyard of the community are also competing to open regardless of the cold, and the aroma is fragrant ...

Winter is coming, and the sky is unusually quiet. No birds can be seen except some sparrows foraging for food. Small animals such as snakes and frogs seem to have listened to Grandpa Dong's words and quietly hid in the ground to sleep.

When winter comes, people still wear all kinds of winter clothes, thick scarves and gloves and feel cold. You see, many people have joined the morning exercise team, even our primary school students are not to be outdone, and get up early every morning to do morning exercises.

Winter is coming, and there is fog everywhere. It seems that the whole earth is covered with a mysterious veil by Grandpa Winter. Even the fiery sun father-in-law is decorating the world harmoniously with grandpa in winter, lazily emitting soft light, as if to shine in people's hearts, which makes people feel particularly comfortable.

When winter comes, it brings people cold and peace.

Winter is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching!

I love lovely spring, I love warm summer, I love harvest autumn, but I prefer snowy winter.

In winter, I quietly walked into my sight. Yellow leaves fall leisurely, and the grass loses its former green strength and begins to turn yellow. Small animals also hid, looking lifeless. In fact, this is the time for all things to accumulate vitality. When teacher Chun came, she began to be full of energy, just like a child in our primary school, preparing for her life.

Love the hidden vitality in winter and love the snow in winter.

Snowflakes fall one by one, pure and holy, white and flawless, like the flawless heart of a newborn baby. Snow is purifying the earth, making it as pure as ever. Gradually, trees and houses are covered with white gauze clothes, thin and faint. Snowflakes are still floating, like a group of flying white butterflies, dancing their own dance in the wind. Snow is the spirit of winter, and soon the sky and the earth will be white, which reminds me of a poem: "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees." Huh? There are several jumping points in the snow, and that is us. We run and jump in the snow, have snowball fights and make snowmen, all of which are our favorite. Our footprints immediately appeared in the snow. This is the happiest time in winter. Look at me. I was covered in snow and my face was red with cold, but I also had a good time with an excited smile. We seem to be integrated with heaven and earth and become a happy picture.

Love winter, love its hidden vitality, love its white snow, love the happy picture.

Graceful autumn girl left the stage with graceful dancing, and Grandpa Dong, dressed in silver, came forward with heavy steps.

On Wednesday afternoon, the cold wind roared. We had just finished class, and there was a small crystal snowflake floating outside the window. Everyone rushed out of the classroom to enjoy the rare snowflake. I saw little snowflakes flying in the wind with parachutes on my back from the sky. Some of them roll in the sky, some float in the sky, and some fall straight to the ground ... all kinds of things are dizzying.

Gradually, there are more snowflakes, endless and countless. They were crowded, pushed, pushed, side by side, holding hands, and rushed in like a fair. After a while, it began to snow in chunks, like cotton and more like goose feathers. Groups of brothers are joking, as if they were playing hide-and-seek with someone. They will cover your shoulders when you are not paying attention. When you are about to meet this naughty snowflake, it mysteriously disappears and becomes an invisible droplet. ...

Soon, the trees and buildings were covered with silver. The sky is white and the ground is white. How beautiful! I looked at my footprints in the snow and felt that I had become a free angel, soaring in the sky. ...

Ah, how lovely winter is. I love winter!

Winter is the season when all trees die, but I see that winter has a different life. I like winter fields best.

In the morning, I opened the door and looked, ah! From a distance, frost covered the fields with layers of beautiful veils. At the edge of the ridge, fog fills the air, adding a hazy poetry to the rural fields.

Walking along the path on the edge of the ridge, green wheat seedlings show off their light dancing in the cold wind. In the form of a group army, they splashed ink on the land in winter. The ink painting has a beautiful background and is lush and refreshing everywhere. Rows of mulberry leaves have all fallen off, leaving dry branches to meet the cold wind. Look carefully, the branches are covered with dandelion seeds, like a thin layer of feather yarn. Looking into the distance, mulberry trees are arranged neatly, like soldiers, carrying knives and guns to meet the challenge of winter. On the edge of the ridge, the leaves of broad beans are fan-shaped, like the ears of countless earth, happily listening to the sound of life jointing. Who says plants and trees wither in winter? Isn't this green broad bean the messenger of spring? Looking at the broad beans in front of me, I seem to smell the fragrance of mature broad beans.

Running against the cold wind, we came to the crescent river in the country, only to see the river crystal clear, like green jade, the sun shining on the water, rippling. On the banks of the river, some reeds are sparse and some are dense, and the dense reeds are dancing and graceful. I broke off a reed full of reeds and waved it. Under the wind, reeds are like flowers scattered on my head. We blow on the reeds and jump on the newly turned soil. How happy we are!

There is a bamboo forest not far away. The bamboo is green and tall, and the wind makes the bamboo forest rattle. I think of a poem: I insist that the castle peak is not relaxed, rooted in broken rocks, still strong after many trials, and the wind blows everywhere. "Bamboo is one of the three friends of Lao Leng. In this winter, I feel the tenacity and tenacity of life.

In winter, although the cold is pressing, I see a school of life. Shelley has a saying: If winter comes, can spring be far behind? I firmly believe that suffering will be the glory of life!

When winter comes, the whistling north wind blows over the roofs and treetops, and the trees take off their coats and become bare branches. Only a few pine trees and cypresses are fighting the cold wind, and the river has stopped flowing, and a thick layer of ice has formed on the river. The grass on the ground is bent and drooping, yellow, green and yellow. The wheat seedlings on the mountain hang their heads. It's really called "the north wind rolls the ground." People put on cotton-padded clothes, but the north wind still got in through the cracks, which made people tremble with cold.

Right here, a large snowflake fell from the sky. It's really "like a strong wind in spring, which comes at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees."

Small animals hide in holes and don't come out to play. Look! The pine tree has prepared food and is enjoying it in the cave! This frog is really clever. It has already explored the hole in advance and is sleeping in it! There is also a lovely bear sleeping in the cave, but it must come out to exercise on the day of melting snow, otherwise its skin will become iron plate when it is cold, and the activity must consume heat. But there is no food in the big one, so the biggest fear is melting snow.

In the park, as soon as the sun rises, the earth after the snow shines brightly, but the temperature is still very low.

I like flowers in spring, trees in summer and fruits in autumn, but I prefer pure ones. Because it is full of vitality in my eyes, and it has arrived, indicating that spring is not far away.

Winter is the season of snowflakes flying, winter is the home of snowman, and winter is a good time for children to have snowball fights.

In winter, people put on thick cotton-padded clothes, men put on handsome coats and women put on beautiful down jackets.

In winter, children can have snowball fights. We made many snowballs in the snow and began to "fight". We immediately threw snowballs everywhere and snowballs began to splash. We had a good time.

The girl rolled a big snowball in a snowy place, and then rolled a small snowball, and put the rolled small snowball on the snowball. What are they going to do? To tell the truth, they are making a snowman. The little snowball is the head of the snowman, and the big snowball is the body of the snowman. At this time, a little girl was holding coal, red paper and carrots. Make two big eyes on the snowman's head with coal, and then insert the trimmed carrots under the eyes, which is the snowman's frozen red nose. Cut a beautiful mouth for the snowman with scissors. This will make the snowman look very energetic. Finally, they made buttons for the snowman with waste batteries, put them on his chest, and a child put a red bucket on his head, so that the snowman had a hat. The task was completed, and the children smiled happily at the lovely snowman.

We also went sledding and snowball fights. ...

Winter is a charming season, winter is white, and there are many children's laughter in winter. I like this beautiful winter.

The spring morning is warm, the summer morning is warm, and the autumn morning is quiet. What about winter? When I went out in the morning, I saw that the wintersweet, which was still blooming brilliantly last week, was frightened by the cold wind, and the thorns of wild roses in the community were not as strong as before. As soon as I pressed the thorn, it fell, and so did the pink petals.

On the flower bed, pieces of dead leaves fell on it. Walking on the road, the ground was piled with blades, and the north wind roared. They scampered into the road like a group of naughty and lovely little people, and the north wind scampered around in my clothes. Several cypress trees beside the station are still standing without fear. They are so strong and straight. There are several chrysanthemums beside the school gate, which seems to add some vitality to the deserted campus. As soon as the north wind blows, they shake their heads as if they were not afraid of this cold winter.

However, the first thing that makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the fog in winter. Fog is floating under your feet, and people seem to be able to walk on the ground and relax. The fog is really white! White as a piece of white gauze, just like the newly fallen snow, so clean, so moist and unique.

I like winter mornings, beautiful and quiet winter mornings. But I love winter more. Winter is characterized by "strong grass in the wind".

The winter level 5 composition 10 should be in the original four seasons. I hate winter most. Because winter is like a witch, you are too cold to go out but you have to go to school. Dressed like a penguin, that's why I hate winter.

But now I have a new view of winter-in fact, winter also has its beauty.

Although you can't swim, you can ski. Although I can't see bloom, I can see three old and cold friends. Although I dare not go out, I can feel the warmth of home. Although you can't eat ice cream, you can be late for hot mutton soup. And there is another big feature in winter-snow!

It seldom snows in Chengdu, but it snowed a few days ago. The snow is light, it doesn't last long, and it's night. Pieces of snowflakes fell on my sleeve, and although I felt a chill, I had forgotten it. It's time to go to bed, although I'm a little reluctant, but I have to go to school tomorrow.

Oh, I'm late ... I just left the door in a hurry. Wow, look! I haven't seen a big tree for a night and bought a white coat. The earth has changed. Reach out and grab it, and the broken snow slowly melts in my hand. Ah, show the students a handful of snow. I reached out and held a handful of snow. At first, I persisted, but in the end, my hands were getting colder and colder, and the snow was decreasing.

Alas, the snow has melted, but I feel a major feature of this winter-snow! This reminds me of an old saying that the snow in Mei Xu Xun is white, but it has lost a little fragrance. Yes, how white and pure the snow is!

If you ask me now, which season do you like best? Although I like flowers in spring, green in summer and harvest in autumn, I prefer snow in winter. So I like winter best all year round!