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1. Write a composition with "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 in front of 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 attentively to a life legend ————————————————————————————————————————. It snowed, and the first snow in 2006 finally came.

In the morning, I opened my eyes and looked out of the window. Wow! What a heavy snow! It's snowing like goose feathers outside. The windowsill is white, and marble is like white jade; The house is white, like a white palace; The tree is white, like a blooming white chrysanthemum; Snow Girl generously gave the earth a thick quilt and decorated Mingshui Town into a world wrapped in silver.

Walking on the road, I feel the air is fresh, like it has been filtered by a filter, and I feel very comfortable. I signed the roster in the snow, and those who left early left footprints in the snow. The snow under my feet is accompanied by my steps, making a "squeaky, squeaky" sound, which is crisp and incomparable. The horn of a car, the sound of a bicycle and the laughter of children make up a symphony orchestra. At this time, the snow is still falling ... the heart of snow: long hair facing the 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. "Go ahead.

2. In the third grade, the composition after the rain was smooth, shiny, faint purple and faint fragrance. I am looking forward to the arrival of my bosom friend, waiting for the reincarnation of a season; Elegant, fresh, powder makeup, powder body odor, looking for a touch of lavender in the world of flowers, watching it bloom, heart and eyes. Two hearts collide with a rainbow-like spark. The Iraqi people smelled the fragrance, and she used it to confide in the pure world.

Quietly, the early summer time flows away quietly in their mutual understanding and cherish. The sun is shining, the land is thirsty, and the sun in midsummer will burn with fire. Looking around, the jungle struggled to preserve moisture in the heat wave; The plump body of the gurgling stream is thin into several shallow traces; In the rice field, the ears of wheat hang their heads and are listless; The azaleas were no longer in full bloom, so the Iraqis removed their umbrellas to block the scorching sun and wild animals, and opened a cool sky for the azaleas.

3. Write a composition about snow, I am eager for snow, and I am eager to have a snowball fight in that pink jade world.

I finally got my wish last winter. My hometown is in Lake Yin Bao? Yucun village

It doesn't often snow here, but last winter's snow may be the biggest snow I have seen for the first time in my life. In the first few days, the weather was cold and cold, without rain or wind.

One morning, as soon as I got up, it began to rain lightly, and soon, it began to snow heavily. The "scratching" snowflake jumps on the collar, leaves and the ground, which makes me so happy. I think it's time for heavy snow on such a cold day. Sure enough, at noon, it began to snow, first in bits and pieces, gradually getting bigger and bigger, and snowflakes danced like silver butterflies.

It fell naughtily on the hair and clothes of pedestrians, and touched my eyebrows and the tip of my nose. It was very pleasant! I grabbed this little snowflake carefully, and it immediately turned into a small drop of water, crystal clear and spotless. Although it is a cold winter, I still feel cold and comfortable.

Later, the rain stopped and it snowed harder and harder. Snowflakes like goose feathers fell from the dense sky, and soon the ground turned white. The sun came out, and the houses, trees and ground were covered with a thick layer of snow.

Then I thought of the famous poem "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees". Snow and silver are wrapped in plain clothes, and everything has become a world of powder and makeup.

My feet crunched on the snow, leaving a clear trail of footprints behind me. A gust of wind blew, and the beautiful silver bars on the tree fluttered with the wind. The falling snowflakes reflect the morning sun and are colorful.

Looking at the flawless white snow, we couldn't help but be tempted, so we quickly found some good friends to have a snowball fight in the wild. This cheerful laughter is about to shake the snow off the tree. This snow is not only beautiful beyond description, but also adds a lot of joy to me. At the same time, it can freeze some winter pests to death. Snow water penetrates deep into the soil layer and can be turned into manna to moisten seedlings and wheat fields in the next spring ... No wonder there is such a proverb: "Wheat is covered with three quilts in winter and sleeps with steamed bread in the next year".

Ah, I love my hometown, and I love the snow scene in my hometown even more! Snow Scene I was born in the north, and I know the snow there best. Although it can't snow several times in a winter, it's all over together.

Maybe in the morning after the northwest wind, together, this small world in the ravine will change its face immediately. Everything in front of us is silvery white, and there are traces of snow everywhere on the ground, in houses, on trees and on mountains.

In such a white space, you will have all kinds of reverie, as if snow suddenly came to this world with a certain mission. Stepping on the soft snow, making a creaking sound, walking deep, the snow didn't reach your knees.

The sunshine in winter is not very dazzling, as if it were vaguely covered by a layer of gauze, which makes the fiery red body much lighter. Looking up, the old tung tree, which was once bare by the north wind, is now full of clusters of silver flowers.

Against the brown and black trunk, it looks more pure and flawless. It snowed and the sky turned silver.

Tall pine trees on both sides of the road, like white pompoms, blend with bare patches of green, adding a bit of fairy tale color to the world. Looking from a distance, the heavy snow added a big white beard to the "fat" loess high slope, just like a Santa Claus carrying a big bag, smiling at me! Looking further into the distance, the once majestic blue Qinling Mountains have now disappeared without a trace in the boundless sky.

In the wheat field, the newly drilled light green wheat seedlings are covered with a thick layer of snowflake quilt. In the distance, a small hut in a mountain village, covered with snow, looks like a cute little model.

The river is not afraid of the cold, and the big stones along the river or in the middle of the river are covered with a layer of snow, which is irregularly distributed on the beach like a cake with cream. Snow is also children's best friend, making snowmen and having snowball fights.

If you want to play a little joke, you will be taken under the tree and gently pick off the branches. Before you know it, the snow on the tree has spread all over you. The sky is silver, the mountains are silver, the trees are silver, the ground is silver ... I like pure snow, and I like the world after snow in this ravine. I like vibrant spring, blooming summer and fruitful autumn, but I prefer winter with pine trees.

Ding Lingling-As soon as the bell rang, the students couldn't wait to run out of the classroom and have a snowball fight on the playground. Everybody put on down jackets, cotton-padded jackets, hats and scarves. Such a scene, coupled with such beautiful scenery, can be said to be poetic! I grabbed a handful of snow, turned it into a circle and hit others. But they reacted quickly and avoided my snowball.

Just when I was angry, suddenly there was a bang behind me and I realized that I had been hit by someone else. Of course, I was not to be outdone, so I sat on the ground and thought of a good way.

Got it! So, I said to the person who attacked me just now: "Look, Teacher * * is coming ~ ~!" He hurriedly turned to look at it. At this moment, I thought, this is a good time for me to fight back! So I hit the snowball in my hand behind him.

He just turned around and taught me a lesson. Unexpectedly, I must have the wrong number.

Haha, I was secretly happy and finally got revenge! I was happy, but his face was covered with snow. He patted the snow. That's not a face. This is obviously a red apple. Everyone bent over with laughter.

I am in trouble! I think. As I expected, he rushed at me and I ran away. Finally, we both lost our confidence and stopped the war.

I love winter, and I love snowy days even more.

4. Write a composition about snow. It's snowing Although I am afraid of the cold winter, I sincerely love snow. I turned around in the snow with great excitement and carefully stretched out my hands to meet the falling white petals. The clothes, hats and scarves were all white, and I was reluctantly pulled into the umbrella by my companion. I have to listen quietly to the sound of snowflakes falling on the umbrella, so soft and moving, just like a mother caring for her baby and whispering in her lover's ear. Thus, the whole world is like a gentle trap, which makes people unconsciously intoxicated and deeply intoxicated.

It seldom snows so heavily in my hometown. Dressed up with snowflakes for an afternoon, the whole world is impeccably pure. I think I was shocked by those white eyes, and I couldn't help humming Snowman, which moved me.

At night, I can't help but open the door and look out. The night glowed softly against the snow. It's so romantic to find the night so quiet and beautiful for the first time. I hope I can't dance like an elf in a white gauze. Then I will try my best to jump out of my most beautiful dance and do a "Chang 'e Twilight Sleeve, with the aim of loyal soul dancing". I really seem to want to move my steps. Suddenly, my mother called me into the house, because it was still snowing outside, and I think people can't help being stupid sometimes. Yes, the night is so tempting.

The next day, I walked in the Woods behind the house. There is no beautiful scenery in the Chinese fir forest. I am glad that my father has been guarding the bamboo forest, because the bamboo forest dotted with snow has a little realm. A layer of snowflakes, not too thin, accumulated on the bamboo leaves, swaying in the breeze, and then scattered like powder. Faced with this situation, no matter how much sadness and boredom are thrown out of the cloud nine, the mind is washed away and the mood is suddenly enlightened. The elegance of bamboo and the purity of snow are really exquisite combinations, which shock and purify the soul.

It suddenly occurred to me, will this white elf flying in the breeze feel lonely? I think so, too. She is so elegant and pure, and doomed to be lonely in a complicated world. But I believe that she will certainly arouse some people's reflection and inject light into those dim hearts. And those literati should appreciate their persistence in loneliness. You know, snowflakes have been singing the same loneliness for thousands of years, but they stubbornly maintain their original innocent appearance.

In the days when snowflakes are flying all over the sky, let me make a small wish: let every beautiful dream grow colorful wings and fly where it wants to go, so that the future days can move forward truly and happily.

The composition describing snow falls from the air like countless butterflies and catkins dancing lightly, and heaven and earth are 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.

6. Writing Snow This is the first snow in winter and the first snow in 2005.

At six o'clock in the morning, I just got up and heard my father say it was snowing outside! Hearing this, I quickly ran out of the window and looked, ah! I saw a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth, and snowflakes were falling from the sky, as if a white tent had been pulled up all around, and the earth was immediately wrapped in silver. 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.

You see, people in the snow, no, are 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. No matter how cold the weather is and how heavy the snow is, we don't care even if the snow hits our warm faces heavily, because we are so happy and happy! You can have a snowball fight and make a snowman.

Snow is the messenger of winter, especially the first snow, which indicates the arrival of winter. I love snowflakes because they are beautiful, pure and selfless, and can bring joy to the earth.

7. Writing a composition about snow only sees a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth. Snowflakes fell from the sky, and white tents were pulled around, and the earth turned white at once. 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.

When it first snows, the snowflakes are often neither big nor dense, such as catkins that float lightly with the wind. The wind is blowing harder and harder, the snow is getting denser and denser, and the snowflake is getting bigger and bigger, like a white net, and things in the distance can't be seen clearly.

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.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger. Xiaoyun became a thick white cloud, slowly rising, expanding and gradually covering the sky. It is snowing lightly. Suddenly, a large piece of snow fell. The wind roared and the snowstorm came. In an instant, the dark sky merged with Xue Hai, and everything was out of sight.

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

On the willow tree with all the leaves, it is covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars; Evergreen pines and cypresses in winter and summer are full of fluffy pines and heavy snowballs.

Snow fairy waved her sleeves heartily; In the fluttering performance, the sky, the earth, the river and the mountain are pure and clean, and there is no quagmire.

Wow, I saw tiny and dense snowflakes falling between heaven and earth, the bigger and denser, like countless fairies spreading flowers to the world, conveying the blessings of spring. After a long time, the snow slowly stopped. I saw a thick layer of snow on the railings of the platform and promenade. The branches and leaves of the flowers in the flowerpot are supported by clouds of snow. The snow on the clothes rack is like a winding path. The snow on the red tile roof is like rows of piano keys, and rows of red tiles are covered with a layer of snow, which is so neat and amazing.

On the roadside, the snow covered the sidewalk with a white quilt, which left a string of footprints. Snow coats the trees with white, which makes them more powerful.

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.

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.

8. Composition describing "snow"

I don't know when the snow surged down from the charming sky.

Magnificent hexagonal petals, as light as smoke, as moist as jade and as white as clouds, quietly fell to the earth, covering Mother Earth with a quilt. Looking around, the whole world is as white as a fairy-tale snow kingdom. The fallen branches are covered with shiny silver bars.

Crystal clear small ice bamboo shoots hung on the eaves, giving the eaves a delicate lace. The boundary between heaven and earth is not so clear, it is all white. The whole world is spotless and crystal clear as jade. One charming little snowflake after another, as pure and lovely as a white angel, comes from the charming and magical sky, with different shapes and beautiful scenery. ...

The farmer's uncle said: wheat covers three layers in winter and sleeps with steamed bread the next year. It snowed so timely that they froze all the wintering pests in the soil. Snow water seeps into the depth of the soil layer and can also provide crops with growth needs. We will have a bumper harvest next year! Children get up early, chase and play in the snow, some make snowmen, some have snowball fights ... Their laughter comes from time to time, and their voices echo in the sky for a long time. No matter how crazy the wind is, no matter how big the snow is, they are not afraid. They are playing and making noise.

Snow White, you bring joy and hope to people. Poets and painters praise your beauty and purity. The farmer's uncle praised you for bringing them a bumper harvest. The children praised you for creating a vast entertainment world for them.

Snowflakes are like jade flakes, plum blossoms, feathers and catkins ... every snowflake is so pure and light. Oh, Xue, you are the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty. I like you!

I don't know when the snow surged down from the charming sky.

Magnificent hexagonal petals, as light as smoke, as moist as jade and as white as clouds, quietly fell to the earth, covering Mother Earth with a quilt. Looking around, the whole world is as white as a fairy-tale snow kingdom. The fallen branches are covered with shiny silver bars.

Crystal clear small ice bamboo shoots hung on the eaves, giving the eaves a delicate lace. The boundary between heaven and earth is not so clear, it is all white. The whole world is spotless and crystal clear as jade. One charming little snowflake after another, as pure and lovely as a white angel, comes from the charming and magical sky, with different shapes and beautiful scenery. ...

The farmer's uncle said: wheat covers three layers in winter and sleeps with steamed bread the next year. It snowed so timely that they froze all the wintering pests in the soil. Snow water seeps into the depth of the soil layer and can also provide crops with growth needs. We will have a bumper harvest next year! Children get up early, chase and play in the snow, some make snowmen, some have snowball fights ... Their laughter comes from time to time, and their voices echo in the sky for a long time. No matter how crazy the wind is, no matter how big the snow is, they are not afraid. They are playing and making noise.

Snow White, you bring joy and hope to people. poet

9. Write a composition about rain in 300 words. Before the rain came, the sequence of the rain came and after the rain came, the sky in front of us was surprisingly clear. However, gradually, the dark clouds pressed down, accompanied by a sticky feeling. In the air, the oppressive feeling began to spread, and you could smell slightly thin water vapor. Just like the smell after the rain,

Before, the whole mountain began to be filled with this unique moisture.

There is a poem:

As the poem said, sure enough, a cool breeze began to blow from the top of the mountain. but

tree

At first, the birds scattered with the leaves and chirped to the mountains, breaking the peace in the mountains.

But soon it began to rain. First, sporadic small drops of water fell to the ground and hung on the grass tips. But soon, it rained harder and harder.

Hit rocks and trees, and play a natural sport.

After a while, the rain gradually stopped. The bird stuck its head out and flew back to the tree. A drop hangs on the leaf.

guess correctly

On the bag. The frightened bird fluttered to a higher branch, then shook its head and licked its body.

After that,

It rings again, restoring calm.