Writing a composition is snow

1. Writing a composition is about snow, which is a gift from nature and a symbol of purity and innocence.

Look! It snowed heavily this winter. It is white and soft, like a reed flower flying in the air ... which makes me fall in love with the snow in winter again. I saw silver-white "pearls" scattered all over the sky in the drizzle, just like a fairy's dance skirt and an angel's white dress.

More and more snow has covered the mountains and rivers with a thick cotton-padded coat, and even our yard is no exception. Look! It snows heavily today, which is just right for making a snowman.

I put on my hat, gloves and scarf and a warm coat. My name is Gao Wenjue, my little neighbor. Let's go downstairs and make a snowman! The first step in making a snowman is of course to collect snow. I thought to myself: What's so difficult about collecting snow? Isn't it just transporting it from one side to the other? But there is also a lot of learning.

The first method I used was to collect snow by hand, but this method didn't work at all. Soon, my hands became red, swollen and cold. One thing attracts two, and soon, Gao Wenjue and I came up with a second way: simply use the ready-made things around us to transport them.

Gao Wenjue and I picked up umbrellas and came to a big tree, shaking the leaves on the branches. Snowflakes on the leaves fall on our umbrellas one after another, but umbrellas are easily damaged. What shall we do? Just then, grandma brought a dustpan from upstairs for us to hold the snow. Soon, we collected a lot of snow, enough for us to make a snowman! With the snow, Gao Wenjue and I began to make a snowman. We hold the snow together and pat it gently with our hands to make it tighter.

Its snow-white body is spotless, giving the snowman a symbol of innocence. We started to make the snowman's head. Gao Wenjue and I rolled the snowman's head into a big circle with a pair of bright eyes, a long nose and, of course, a small cherry mouth.

Seeing that a snowman is finished like this, but "there are unexpected events in the sky, and people will have fortunes in a short time", the snowman's head fell off, but after the efforts of my neighbor Gao Wenjue and me, the snowman finally recovered to its original state. Looking at our work, I showed a little gratified smile, because this work was completed by my neighbor Gao Wenjue, and I will cherish this wonderful moment! 2. I saw a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth, and snowflakes fell from the sky, like a white tent was pulled up around, and the earth immediately turned white.

I can't help but think of a poem, "Like spring breeze, night comes and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". How beautiful! Snow is as white as jade. Is it General Xiaotian sent by the Heavenly Palace or the jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing with ecstasy; Like a dandelion blown off; Like flying; Like a little white flower given by an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering leisurely, gently Ying Ying, is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the earth! I saw the snow in front of me as naughty as a butterfly, falling under the eaves for a while, falling on the branches for a while, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time. It was snowing heavily, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, flying and hovering, or falling straight and quickly and laying on the ground.

Snow makes people feel that there is only one word-cold. The earth is silvery white and clean, but snowflakes still fall from the sky like catkins, cotton and goose feathers.

Snow covered roofs and roads, crushed branches, covered the appearance of various objects, blocked roads and traffic, and snowflakes flying all over the sky made heaven and earth melt into a white whole. It's snowing.

What a beautiful snowflake. When early winter comes, snowflakes report the coming of winter in time.

After class, the students ran to the playground, some cheering, some jumping, and some opening their hands to pick up the flying snowflakes. Look, look, the snow has covered the earth.

There is snow everywhere in the sky and on the ground. White land, white house, white forest.

Snow, I love you, and I love your purity. You decorated the earth with silvery white, and how beautifully you dressed it.

Thank you.

2. Writing a composition is about 350 words of snow, which whirls down from the air, dancing like countless butterflies and catkins, and the world is integrated.

At noon, I had lunch and opened the curtains. Ah, the scenery in front of me surprised me-it was snowing heavily outside, and then I deeply realized the meaning of the idiom "goose feather snow" I looked out of the window and lost in thought. When I came to my senses, I saw another scene. The snow is still falling here, and the roofs, branches and roads are covered with a thick layer of snow. It's quiet outside, as if only snowflakes are falling gently, and a good play is being staged, really like a silver kingdom made of powder and Dai. The road is like a thick carpet. It creaks when you step on it, leaving a series of deep footprints. The world covered with snow and ice is particularly enchanting.

The children all came downstairs to have a snowball fight and make a snowman. Laughter attracted snowflakes, and their hair and noses were covered with light snow. I'm attracted, too. Come downstairs. Reach out and a snowflake falls on my hand, cool, gentle, soft and comfortable! Snowflakes are hexagonal, which are made up of many small snowflakes gathered together. I didn't know the fairy in the sky had such a wonderful design.

The snow is still falling, like pearls, crystal clear, like goose feathers, like the elves in the sky, naughty and lovely, like catkins, falling from the sky. ...

At this time, I remembered the distant mountains, and the snow covered her gentle undulating curve, wrapping her in silver. If you enter the mountains to enjoy the snow at this time, it's like entering a fairy tale world!

Snow, like beautiful music and affectionate poems, brings happiness to children and lets us enjoy the beautiful pictures of Xue Rui.

Writing a composition about snow is also a 350-word trouble.

Text: Long hair welcomes the sky.

North. winter String moon. Neon. The first snow began to drift away.

Sitting alone behind the curtain of the snow fog, listening to the sound of snow falling. The falling dead leaves were quickly covered with snow, disappeared like a grain of dust and sank with my memory.

It seems that every winter is spent like this, curling up in my warm cabin, lighting a curling lamp, listening to music, drinking steaming tea, reading my favorite books and watching the wind, frost, rain and snow slide past the window year after year. I would like to live in my castle like this and watch the years pass quietly, like water. I don't know if the traces of time are hung on my face and engraved in my heart. I know that one day, my eyes are no longer as clear as snowflakes. After years of heavy snow, will you still remember the woman behind the snow and the heart of the past as snow?

Looking up at the pedestrians on the road, everyone is in a hurry. The solstice of winter has not yet arrived, and the cold at this moment is not biting. I think a person walking on the road, looking at the leaves that will not fall, will make me feel a little sad, feel the warmth of home, and involuntarily speed up my steps. Reminds me of the ancient poem "Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow at night returns to people". Thinking of this, I can't help laughing, not at others, but at myself. Sitting in the room all day thinking, vague, many scenes have never been experienced and will never be realized, but inexplicably familiar and frightened. As if I had wings in my heart, I flew around for me through time and space. It turns out that imagination can be so real or so absurd.

I suddenly remembered an old song many years ago: put away your emotions, leave your memory blank, forget the past you once had, and never say love again ... I like these naive old songs, and all my troubles were solved in a few words. How many words can be realized in the ethereal promise of that year? I don't know and I can't prove it. All I know is that it will never bring the slightest excitement or dizziness, just like fireworks in the night sky. Beauty only belongs to her for a moment, the wind blows away, the prosperity is gone, and everything is empty.

Moonlight and snow shadow rolled into the window, sprinkled on the table by the window, sprinkled on my forehead, and nourished my soul. Fingertips danced again, pouring out her loneliness. This is just a game and a dream. Only the rules of this game are impermanent. This dream can see the other side, but can't swim. This play is wonderful. It should be staged when it should be staged, and it should end when it should be finished. This game is very helpless, from clear to fuzzy, from spring flowers to autumn dew. Like a wisp of wind, a Jing Xue, ups and downs at will, I don't know where to go, I don't know where to go.

"Speak, speak; What's the hurry between going and coming? " Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry" made me sigh. It turns out that everything is doomed to be in a hurry, and I will never catch up with it.

The snow outside the window has stopped. I stayed where I was, like a butterfly tired of dancing, unable to fly away.

2003. 1 1. 15

4. The composition about snow (or diary) is about 300 words. This is the first snow in winter and the first snow in 2005. Just after six in the morning, I heard my father say it was snowing outside! Hearing this, I quickly ran out of the window and looked, ah! I see a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth. Snowflakes fell from the sky, like a white tent pulled up on all sides, and the earth was immediately wrapped in white. I can't help but think of a poem "If the spring breeze comes, the night comes, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", which is really beautiful! Snow is as white as jade. Is it General Xiaotian sent by the Heavenly Palace or the jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing with ecstasy; Like a dandelion blown off; Like flying; Like a little white flower given by an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering leisurely, gently Ying Ying, is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the earth! I saw the snow in front of me as naughty as a butterfly, falling under the eaves for a while, falling on the branches for a while, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time. You see, people in the snow are all energetic students, chasing, running, jumping and laughing, standing side by side with pine trees. It snowed even harder, and it turned into goose feather snow. My classmates and I walked out of the classroom and ran to the playground, regardless of the weather. You can also have snowball fights and make snowmen. Snow is the messenger of winter, especially the first snow. It heralds the coming of winter. I love snowflakes because they are beautiful, pure and selfless, and can bring joy to the earth.

5. Help me find an article entitled "Snow". Look, it's snowing! I was attracted to the corridor by the sound and looked out. It was really good. The little snowflake is falling slowly, and my heart can't help but give birth to joy. I hope it can bring us a real heavy snow. Soon, the city was gently covered by this gentle snowflake. Every snowflake gently spirals and falls, becoming a small part of a layer of snow on the earth, and every snowflake merges into a beautiful landscape, making the earth white.

Facing the snow, I want to recite some poems I have learned, but I can't remember them. It seems that what nature has given us cannot be expressed in words. Although I can't say it, I can listen, listen to the sound of snow.

It was snowing heavily, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, flying or hovering, or falling straight and quickly, laying on the ground. At this moment, everything is beautiful, a person is silent, standing at the window, but the laughter of those snowflakes echoes in my ears. I can hear their joy.

Before the snow stopped, the children couldn't help coming out to play and have snowball fights. Although it was still snowing, they had a good time regardless of their parents' opposition, full of childhood joy. Snow lets us roll them into fluffy snowballs and then throw them at each other. Although his body was smashed everywhere, they never complained. Give us happiness is its happiness. It warms our hearts with its unique language, and I can hear the sound.

Snow is a good sign for a good year, and it should be a good sign for a year on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month. Snowflakes fall slowly, accompanied by firecrackers, giving people joy. I like to watch the snow quietly, watch the snow fall quietly, and listen to the faint sound of snow, I will feel very peaceful and happy. I saw a group of children having a snowball fight, dodging left and right on the road. I saw a layer of snow covering the young leaves on the lawn, protecting them. I can hear their voices proud of taking on this important task.

The pure snow on the ground bathed in sunshine and enjoyed the last moment of joy. Are they crying for dying lives? No, they are laughing and proud. They finished their task and spread the joy to the world. They gave their lives and played their strengths. They are great, and I can hear the happiness in their lives.

When it snows again, let's stand by the window and listen to a life legend.

6. What articles about snow are sunny but windy? The paulownia leaves on Ruijin Road finally fell. That girl once asked me again and again, brother, is winter coming?

Yes, the newspaper says it will snow in Nanjing on Friday. Maybe winter has really begun.

You said it was good to snow. You like it best, but is it heavy?

I said, not much. This is xiaoxue. I can't see it when I land.

You pout, so it's better than nothing.

Yes, the earth is too impetuous to hold the seeds of the sky.

It seems that every winter's mood is as transparent and dense as frozen water. So I thought of Bandelli's first snow, which is as soft as snow, as clear as water, as beautiful and sad as love. Therefore, if you choose the tune as the background music of the bridge version, the listener may have his own understanding, but this music really penetrates the soul and gives you unprecedented peace and tranquility.

I remember that in February of 200 1, 1, I was drinking alone in a bar in Xinjiekou, and I was very lonely and depressed. When I didn't want to drink that day, the host said I won the lottery. The prize is a cup with a Christmas snow scene painted on the outside, filled with hot water and the sound of music. When I was walking in the street with a cup in my arms, the city was surrounded by snow. Thick snowflakes fell quietly from the invisible sky, on clothes and all over the body. I raised my glass and filled it with the first snow in winter, but the music froze at this time.

After that, this music cup became a companion. At that time, I was very unhappy at work and always wanted to escape and run away. However, I still didn't have the courage in the end. On weekends, standing on the balcony, a cup full of water, under the sunshine, gives off a beautiful melody, and I feel satisfied.

I always like to wrap myself up, like a box that can't be opened without a password, always separated from others by an insurmountable obstacle. I like loneliness, I like sadness, I like walking alone under the city wall, which is a person's scenery. Of course, a person is like a tree in winter. After all the leaves fall, life feels powerless, and he is often full of pessimism and despair about the world. In September, 2003, after an online story happened accidentally, my music cup was broken, and a person's scenery gradually became noisy.

In February, 2003, I went to a live broadcast of a Nanjing edition gathering and met the host Han Yilan. Her eyes are blue and she has a very good impression of me. That feeling is actually a bit intimate. Just like me and the college counselor, she is several years older than me, but we can also find this feeling between us. That kind of feeling can't be said, but my heart is touched. This kind of touching is purely a kind of spiritual appreciation, a kind of closeness. I drank a lot of wine that day, including white wine, beer, northeast sorghum wine, foreign wine and red wine. When the program ended, everyone was shocked. I don't know when the snow covered the ground. These adults are laughing in the snow, opening their arms to melt the snow on their faces.

On the overseas Chinese road, Han stepped on a road in the snow, and her running back is still printed in my mind. Because I haven't seen her since then, and now she is in distant France. It is a romantic country, and I think she can really match her temperament there. After I came back, I wrote a poem, posted it on their board and gave it to her, the cabbage heart sister.

There are no lovers in the snow

Is that you?

In the shadow of snow

Every white tone your hand touches.

The snow is melting quietly.

I seem to hold your tears.

It is hotter and colder than fire.

It can burn me to ashes.

You can hang me under the eaves in the morning.

Waiting for the bird's lips

Take me for a walk in the sky

You dance beautifully and sadly.

Knock on the face that longs for spring.

They are laughing.

Like loneliness hidden in your eyes

Only you know forever.

When did I stop lying to you?

I run like an idiot.

The body is all over the earth.

Even in the most unlikely places.

Leave every drop of my blood.

Be your signpost

I can't miss seeing you again.

My love.

Do you know

I'm afraid the snow has stopped.

I'll never find you again

These are two deep memories of snow in my mind. We all like snow. Snow can remind people of beauty, and the most beautiful thing in memory is love, perhaps not love. Melancholy and tears are also a kind of beauty in winter, just like the euphemistic plot of life and death in Winter Love Song.

This year, I seldom write my own words. Today is the only one. Even at work now, I still listen to the first snow with my ears and immerse myself in my own world. When a person has more time for everyone, he must turn around and look for his own shadow. If you can't even find yourself, you may doubt the necessity of your existence.

7. I'm Xue. Hello everyone! Let me introduce myself first: I am colorless and tasteless, but very white and pure.

I have six petals, but not as bright as flowers. Many people say that I am a symbol of purity.

I came and went in a hurry. Guess who I am.

I am snow! I will land on the earth on time every winter. I should land.

I saw many friends from afar, and they greeted me! In an instant, I traveled all over the world. I haven't seen my friend for a long time.

Huh? Brother Fang turned blue. Brother Fang said, "I'm sick and a little cold. I came to the tree.

He confided to me, "Hi, Cher, I don't have a beautiful evening dress. Can you leave me? " ? I blew it gently and the tree put on a silver party costume. I came to the farm and put on beautiful clothes. I died of all the bugs in winter. Uncle Crops said, "Thank you for helping me".

I bring happiness and good luck to people. What a good year! I still stayed in People's Square. A large group of children ran out in the snow.

Wearing hats, gloves and down jackets, they ran happily, leaving small footprints in the snow. I saw a little girl reading in the snow. Look how lonely she is! It rained for a day and a night, and the sun rose and melted me. I left reluctantly.

If I were a piece of snow, there are many beautiful things in the world, real, false and imaginary. If I were you, I would rather be an unknown snowflake, because I have a newer understanding of snow. If I were a piece of snow, I would be a hexagon, like a beautiful flower. I don't know any skillful craftsman who polished white jade so verve. I really should thank nature for its wonderful craftsmanship. We are flying all over the sky, like catkins in spring. I saw us appear on that branch in various ways, some like cotton balls, and some like fluffy shiny silver flowers. On the road, we formed a jade belt, which extended to the distance. Ah! How beautifully the world is decorated by us. If I were a piece of snow, I would rush into children's hands with my companions, or fall to the ground to form a snow blanket. Naughty children stepped on us, leaving exquisite footprints on us, row after row. How cute! Some children crumpled us up and threw them at the opposite children. As soon as we touched the children's coats, they broke like glass hitting the bottom. Not to be outdone, the "injured" children grabbed us and threw us into the sky. Oh! Someone was shot again. Soon, we will hang up our children's playfulness and never get it back. If I were a piece of snow, I would float to the sleeping field and form a thick quilt with my companions to shelter the wheat seedlings in the field from the wind and rain. There is a good saying: cover three more quilts this year and sleep in steamed bread next year. This means that if it snows this year, there will be a bumper harvest of wheat next year. When the spring girl arrives, the earth will wake up slowly, and we will gradually melt into water in the warm spring. But the first sip of water that the thirsty earth drinks is our snow, and the first sip of water that flows into the stream is also our snow. I really want to be a snowflake, because it always dedicates itself silently. Although it will eventually melt and will not be praised by others, it still falls to the earth persistently every winter and never stops. I like snowflakes.