Write a composition because it's cold.

1. Write a composition on the topic "It's cold, but my heart is warm". This summer seems to be getting longer, and autumn seems to be becoming uncertain. I was wearing summer clothes yesterday morning. At noon, the sky darkened and a cold wind blew in the evening. This winter came quickly, and overnight, the temperature dropped 10℃, which made people unprepared. I am most afraid of cold, but I miss autumn so much. I can't help but think of a sentence in Cao Cao's Watching the Sea: "The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough." I also thought of trees dying and yellow and orange leaves dancing like butterflies. This is my yearning autumn poem!

However, there is no such scene this year. Listen, this morning. People's down jackets, cotton-padded jackets, scarves, gloves and boots are all black and pink, and they can't wait to launch winter fashion activities. On the way to school, I sat in my mother's car. Although wearing a coat, I feel the biting cold wind everywhere. By the roadside, the leaves have fallen, and the bare branches point to the sky. People are shivering on the cold sidewalk. Mother said from time to time, "Is it cold? Hug your mother. " Alas, it's too cold. I put my hands around my mother's waist-a warm current poured into my heart. I am not afraid of cold weather because I have warm maternal love.

Back in the classroom, the students all put on warm clothes. However, some students still wear thin clothes. You see, Xiao Xi in our class must have gone to school in a hurry. He put on his school uniform and ran away. Now he is rubbing his hands with cold. Several students surrounded him and asked, "Xiao Xi, are you cold?" I have a coat that I can lend you. Xiao Xi was very grateful. He put on his classmates' coats and they walked out of the classroom side by side. After class, the teacher told me seriously: "students, the weather has suddenly turned cold these days." Please keep warm. It's the peak of the flu. If it is cold, it will be troublesome to catch a cold. " The students said in unison, "I see, thank you for your concern." After school, the teacher urged again, "There are several male students who are particularly brave. Remember to wear a coat. " Ah! How warm it is!

When I got home, the soft lights set off a warm night. My mother is busy taking out my winter clothes and hanging them in the closet, for fear that I can't find a thick sweater to keep warm and catch cold. Dad is preparing dinner in the kitchen. After a while, I began to eat dinner. I feel warm after tasting it!

After dinner, mom's text message rang. This is from the school: "It's cold, please keep warm." It's cold and the water is cold, but people's hearts are warm.

2. Write a composition with the content of "It's cold, it's snowing, express affection". People who like snowy days must have a heart that looks holy and quiet.

Nature created this season's elves and snow. Without snow, how can you feel that the village is made of silver and jade, the world is vast and life is profound?

The most beautiful snow is only available after the arrival of winter and before the arrival of spring.

I like snowy days. I have lived in this city for more than ten years. Although my life is humble, I am not inferior. Although I am tired, I don't blame myself. Many times, I want to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city and let my thoughts be silent in a corner of the earth, beside the frozen river, in Yuan Ye like a curtain, and in the chilly cold. Over the years, what has kept a white heart away from the dust of the years?

It's snowing. Snow comes, everything on the earth is still, and people in the snow and trees in the distance form a pure light ink painting, which is also a rare pure beauty without too much rendering. Snow is floating quietly, like a gentle little hand, passing through quiet eyes and sliding into a state of mind like water. Once impatient and impetuous, once irritable and depressed, were gently brushed away by snowflakes. In the snow, life can be so simple and the mood can be so quiet.

The moonlight is faint, passing through the faint clouds and gently sprinkling on the world, just like the memory of a lost time. At this time, the snowflake floated gently, passed through the dead trees, obliquely passed through Wafi, and landed in the childhood village, as quiet as time. Hold your breath and listen attentively, then you will vaguely hear the rhythmic heartbeat of the snow, which is the beat of music, the behavior of * * *, the song of the years, such as the breeze, such as the smoke from the kitchen, such as the long bell, such as the vibration of flowers. A heart is tightening, instinctively resisting the cold, reciting the poem "Like spring breeze, night comes, blowing the petals of ten thousand pear trees", flying the imagination of "opening the door with snow in the morning, and the snow is clear and the clouds are cold", recalling the wonderful time of "Snow is too late for spring, so it flies among the trees in the courtyard". Then, the snowflake stripped my locked soul and gently wiped the rust spots, showing the same color as the village in early spring. Every fall of snow is a gift of life, which makes me find my initial touch and relax my overwhelmed soul.

Snow is an invitation in severe winter and a symbol of poetry. Snow spreads a feeling of post-action in everyone's heart, separating the past from the future; Snowy days herald the end of winter and the arrival of the new year. Snowy days are not only a day for hard-working people to rest, but also a post for thoughtful people to observe their lives. In the snow, enjoy and taste wonderful life fragments and awe-inspiring life stories. The quiet hometown in snowy days and the familiar and distant childhood memories have obviously been replaced by the current noise. You may feel lost in the distant years, but you will become excited about the unknown life tomorrow.

I like snow because I like life. Like the past years, but also look forward to the future years, recalling all the days is actually a kind of heartfelt happiness. Quiet and holy people like the color and meaning of snow. In the quiet and idle night, snowflakes drift across the forehead and cheeks at will, and the majestic momentum immediately makes people feel quiet, ethereal and broad-minded. Standing on the vast land and listening attentively, you will feel a deep love for life, and then all the unhappiness and embarrassment will be irrelevant. ...

Cold snow is coming. In the snow, I think of the small bridge and flowing water in my hometown, simple homesickness, green mountains and green waters, my mother who lives alone, and the years when I laughed and ran. ...

May my life be the same. There are not too many gorgeous spring flowers, too many floating Xia Yun, no noise, no rotating colors, only a quiet and simple white, only a deep and serious life, only a dream, a quiet and indifferent dream like snow.

3. Write a composition with the content of "It's cold, it's snowing, express affection". People who like snowy days must have a heart that looks holy and quiet.

Nature created this season's elves and snow. Without snow, how can you feel that the village is made of silver and jade, the world is vast and life is profound? The most beautiful snow is only available after the arrival of winter and before the arrival of spring.

I like snowy days. I have lived in this city for more than ten years. Although my life is humble, I am not inferior. Although I am tired, I don't blame myself. Many times, I want to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city and let my thoughts be silent in a corner of the earth, beside the frozen river, in Yuan Ye like a curtain, and in the chilly cold.

Over the years, what has kept a white heart away from the dust of the years? It's snowing. Snow comes, everything on the earth is still, and people in the snow and trees in the distance form a pure light ink painting, which is also a rare pure beauty without too much rendering.

Snow is floating quietly, like a gentle little hand, passing through quiet eyes and sliding into a state of mind like water. Once impatient and impetuous, once irritable and depressed, were gently brushed away by snowflakes.

In the snow, life can be so simple and the mood can be so quiet. The moonlight is faint, passing through the faint clouds and gently sprinkling on the world, just like the memory of a lost time.

At this time, the snowflake floated gently, passed through the dead trees, obliquely passed through Wafi, and landed in the childhood village, as quiet as time. Hold your breath and listen attentively, then you will vaguely hear the rhythmic heartbeat of the snow, which is the beat of music, the behavior of * * *, the song of the years, such as the breeze, such as the smoke from the kitchen, such as the long bell, such as the vibration of flowers.

A heart is tightening, instinctively resisting the cold, reciting the poem "Like spring breeze, night comes, blowing the petals of ten thousand pear trees", flying the imagination of "opening the door with snow in the morning, and the snow is clear and the clouds are cold", recalling the wonderful time of "Snow is too late for spring, so it flies among the trees in the courtyard". Then, the snowflake stripped my locked soul and gently wiped the rust spots, showing the same color as the village in early spring.

Every fall of snow is a gift of life, which makes me find my initial touch and relax my overwhelmed soul. Snow is an invitation in severe winter and a symbol of poetry. Snow spreads a feeling of post-action in everyone's heart, separating the past from the future; Snowy days herald the end of winter and the arrival of the new year.

Snowy days are not only a day for hard-working people to rest, but also a post for thoughtful people to observe their lives. In the snow, enjoy and taste wonderful life fragments and awe-inspiring life stories.

The quiet hometown in snowy days and the familiar and distant childhood memories have obviously been replaced by the current noise. You may feel lost in the distant years, but you will become excited about the unknown life tomorrow.

I like snow because I like life. Like the past years, but also look forward to the future years, recalling all the days is actually a kind of heartfelt happiness.

Quiet and holy people like the color and meaning of snow. In the quiet and idle night, snowflakes drift across the forehead and cheeks at will, and the majestic momentum immediately makes people feel quiet, ethereal and broad-minded.

Standing on the vast land and listening attentively, you will feel a deep love for life, and then all the unhappiness and embarrassment will be irrelevant ... cold snow will come on you. In the snow, I think of the small bridges and flowing water in my hometown, simple homesickness, green mountains and green waters, my mother living alone, and the years when I laughed and ran ... May my life be the same, without too many gorgeous spring flowers, too many floating Xia Yun, too many noisy and rotating colors, only a quiet and simple white, only a deep and serious life, only a dream, as silent as snow.

It's cold, don't catch cold! This sentence is very common, and the person who says this sentence does not need too high cultural quality. This sentence is very warm and contains the speaker's full concern. How many people have said this to us since we can remember.

It's cold, don't catch cold.

There are many small things in life, which are extremely common, but we can all learn some truth from them. There is a little thing, which is bitter in the ordinary, and I can't forget it so far.

It was a dead of winter night. My mother and I had an argument and were driven out of the house in a rage. The north wind roared, but it was biting. I hugged my posture, covered my mouth with my hand, and kept breathing, but I just couldn't warm up. Looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the road, all wearing simple winter clothes, I can't help shivering, because I only wear a thin shirt and jeans, and I can't help shaking my frozen posture. Opposite is a small house. The owner of the house is an auto repair shop. Although his family is not rich, his life is also poor. Looking at the faint light in the hut, I was really chilling. I don't know why, but now I really envy that young man's poor life, carefree and comfortable!

Just then, a man came out of the small room and saw him desperately beckoning me in! Forced by the idea just now, I didn't think too much, as if I had discovered a new continent, and my legs rushed to the hut involuntarily. When I went in, I found that there was only the young man who repaired the car. There is only one chandelier in the room, which emits dim light, but it is enough to make people feel warm. I saw the young mechanic repairing the car with one hand and pulling me over with the other, saying, "Come, sit here and tell me, why are you alone outside in such a cold day?" I hung my head in shame and said nothing.

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When he saw that I didn't talk, he understood the difficulties in my heart and stopped asking. He stood up, turned to open the cupboard at the back, took out a brand-new sweater and said to me, "Come on, put it on, it's cold, don't catch cold!" " ""how can this be done? "I refused." Nothing, this is my dress a few years ago, you don't have to be afraid! ""But ... "Before I finished, I was dragged away by the youth and put on this sweater abruptly, which was very comfortable. I didn't say anything more, but I felt ashamed. At this time, a pedestrian in the street came into the room and greeted the young man: "Xiao Li! How about wearing a white sweater this holiday? I want to buy a set, too. Can you take it out and have a look? "What the young man said was very light, and he bowed his head helplessly, but it happened to fall on the clothes that the young man gave me. Oh, my God, it's the white sweater I'm wearing!

At the moment, I felt a tingle all over my body, and I got a fright, as if there were 10,000 needles stuck in my body and I couldn't speak, but in my mind, I kept recalling that sentence-it's cold, don't catch cold!

5. It's cold (composition) I stood quietly at the window. It's cold, and there is a layer of white fog on the window. I can't see the tall and straight cedar outside the window-the cedar planted by my mother with me. When I think of cedar, I think of my mother who was away on business more than half a month ago.

Mom, are you okay? Are you busy at work? It's very cold. Don't freeze your hands and feet because of work. Remember to cover your legs with a blanket when you stay up late at night. Your joints are afraid of cold. If you are tired, drink a cup of hot milk and have a rest. Don't force yourself. If you keep burying yourself in your work, you will be exhausted. When you have a rest, you should also think of me! Think of my happy smiling face, and I will fill your heart with sunshine.

Mom, you know, dad's cooking is getting better and better, almost comparable to yours! When you come back, we won't eat out, let dad's craft welcome you! Dad cares about me now! Knowing that his feet were still cold when he woke up one night, he bought a cookbook on purpose last weekend. The bloody glutinous porridge he cooked by the score is more delicious than any kind of eight-treasure porridge he bought! Purple color, faint fragrance, sweet and greasy but not greasy, I love it so much. After steaming, I feel warm and refreshed. I am no longer afraid of the cold wind at school.

Mom, my life at school is very happy, and the class is full of harmonious atmosphere. I am the representative of Chinese class. I have to collect my homework as soon as I get to school every morning. Sometimes I am busy with more homework. At this time, some students will help me sort out and register the completion, which will reduce my burden! Usually when I have a question, I will ask the teacher. Teachers are always very kind to help me clear my mind and patiently tell me what to do, so that I can completely solve my confusion. After school, I came to the school fencing hall for training. Sometimes my posture is not standard and I take a big step. The coach came to help me correct it and took pains to tell me the main points. Mom, I love my school!

Mom, it's really cold. You must cherish yourself as much as you love me. Mom, although it is the coldest winter, we all know that spring is not far away! It must be a happy spring when you get home!

6. It was cold before dawn for 500 days. I came to the balcony happily, ready to watch my grandfather open his eyes.

At this time, the sky is still gray and you can't see the true colors of the leaves. Between the clouds, the light of the little star and the waning moon radiates, and I silently look east.

Gradually, the eastern sky turned into a fish-belly white, and several stars faded and disappeared in the clear sky. Pink glow appeared in the grey sky in the east, gradually getting thicker and deeper, and the color was like a girl's blushing cheeks. After a while, a cloud in the east turned dark red with a little light. I knew that the sun must have come from there.

Sure enough, in a short time, an arc-shaped Phnom Penh looms among the treetops. Ah, that's the rising sun. It is curved like a crescent moon, but it is red. The treetops covered the sun, and Ran Ran rose upward. It rises slowly, like a heavy burden, trying to rise upwards. It was bright red at first, but it was not dazzling. Later, it slowly climbed to the top of the tree. At this time, it is like a bright red fireball and a golden disk. It hangs in the east as if within reach. After a while, the sun was dazzling red and radiant, making people afraid to look straight. Half the sky in the east was burned red, the clouds were covered with golden glow, and the leaves were plated with a layer of red and gold luster.

Ah, it's so beautiful! I can't help but admire nature from the bottom of my heart.

At dawn, the sky turns blue, as if to set off the beautiful sun, and white clouds pass gently from time to time like gauze.

The fiery red sun, gorgeous morning glow, blue sky, white clouds like veils, buildings and trees make up a magnificent picture.

An hour in the morning is worth two in the evening. People are in a hurry, going to work, going to school and going to school. This bright sunshine shines on people's body and face, and people look full of vitality and vigor.

7. The weather is very cold. 200 words. Really? Then let me help you understand. Look:

The weather is getting cold.

I stood quietly by the window. It's cold, and there is a layer of white fog on the window. I can't see the tall and straight cedar outside the window-the cedar planted by my mother with me. When I think of cedar, I think of my mother who was away on business more than half a month ago.

Mom, are you okay? Are you busy at work? It's very cold. Don't freeze your hands and feet because of work. Remember to cover your legs with a blanket when you stay up late at night. Your joints are afraid of cold. If you are tired, drink a cup of hot milk and have a rest. Don't force yourself. If you keep burying yourself in your work, you will be exhausted. When you have a rest, you should also think of me! Think of my happy smiling face, and I will fill your heart with sunshine.

Mom, you know, dad's cooking is getting better and better, almost comparable to yours! When you come back, we won't eat out, let dad's craft welcome you! Dad cares about me now! Knowing that his feet were still cold when he woke up one night, he bought a cookbook on purpose last weekend. The bloody glutinous porridge he cooked by the score is more delicious than any kind of eight-treasure porridge he bought! Purple color, faint fragrance, sweet and greasy but not greasy, I love it so much. After steaming, I feel warm and refreshed. I am no longer afraid of the cold wind at school.

Mom, my life at school is very happy, and the class is full of harmonious atmosphere. I am the representative of Chinese class. I have to collect my homework as soon as I get to school every morning. Sometimes I am busy with more homework. At this time, some students will help me sort out and register the completion, which will reduce my burden! Usually when I have a question, I will ask the teacher. Teachers are always very kind to help me clear my mind and patiently tell me what to do, so that I can completely solve my confusion. After school, I came to the school fencing hall for training. Sometimes my posture is not standard and I take a big step. The coach came to help me correct it and took pains to tell me the main points. Mom, I love my school!

Mom, it's really cold. You must cherish yourself as much as you love me. Mom, although it is the coldest winter, we all know that spring is not far away! It must be a happy spring when you get home!

8. It is more interesting to write a composition in cold weather and walk in the cold winter snow.

There is only a trace of wind in the sky, holding the snow like a kite. Looking up, this silk wind dominates the snowflake like a butterfly, falling obliquely, spinning and flying, floating to the ground and falling on pedestrians. Snowflakes, like naughty children, never tire of playing, brush people's hot faces, turn into water droplets and flow onto eyebrows and beards, forming small ice cubes.

The snow fell silently and fluttered, and soon there was a thin layer on the ground. When you step on it, it will make cheerful footsteps "cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep,,,". With this step, you can spread your imagination wings as much as possible, pursue your best memories and embrace your happiness! You might as well take a deep breath. Flowers soaked in My Sweetie will also soak in your heart and spleen. You can't help thinking of a pure heart, and you will feel that the whole world is so pure.

As winter approaches, there are clusters of daisies with blue flowers on the bank of Songfang River. The maple trees on the mountain, a few days ago, were full of red leaves like flowers, burning like flames and falling all at once.

You see, you see, there are many brown fruits with thorns hanging on the tall maple tree and among the tall maple trees. Between maple and maple, look, look, there are several big trees. Among the tall trees, there are so many orange fruits and so many small red fruits. This is a ripe wild persimmon on the mountain.

It's early winter season, and a thin layer of snow, like a huge soft wool blanket, covers this vast wasteland, shining with cold silver light ... In the winter morning, the sky is full of fog, and people can't be seen after ten steps. Crows don't crow on poplar trees, and laurel trees hang down. The summer in the plateau is very short, and the autumn has passed in a blink of an eye, followed by several snowstorms, which filled the ravines in the river bed, and the long winter at the foot of the L 'Aquila Mountain began again.

In a snowstorm after winter this year, the cold current condensed the mercury column on the thermometer into a small point. This winter, dripping water turned into ice and the ground cracked.

The north wind is like a knife all day long, and snow is flying all over the sky. It was a windy and snowy day. The sun didn't come out all day, and the snow was so dark that people couldn't recognize it three steps away.

The sky became darker and darker, and it began to snow in the afternoon. Snowflakes are as big as plum blossoms, flying all over the sky, gloomy and busy, making Luzhen a mess. In Changchun, this is the season when dripping water turns into ice and breathing becomes frost. After a heavy snow, the north wind roared and the road was covered with thick ice.

Trees on the roadside are full of silver flowers, and buildings shine with dazzling Yin Hui like Qionglou Yuyu. The ice on the glass window has been sunburned, but the snow outside the window is still thick on the ground, and the opposite roof is white.

I don't mean to leave the earth in winter, as if I have to stay outside for a long time. Fenhe River is still covered with thick ice, and the cold wind is still shaking the erect poplars.

However, the cold in front of us can't resist the warming trend of the earth after all: the bottom of the ice layer makes a slight noise and it begins to melt; The tall poplar is spreading a simple branch, which is about to turn green. The sun appeared in the clouds and hid in it, and the fog and dew became thicker and disappeared.

The snow on the tree melted and flowed down the trunk. Semi-soluble snow water, like the tears of a blind horse, dripped on the embankment and fell on them, almost wetting their clothes.

The next morning, when I opened the door, a fresh and cold air came to my face. Looking around, the scenery in front of us is so charming.

Dong's mother seems to be worried that her child will catch cold, so she specially put a glittering and translucent white cotton-padded coat on Wuhan. The house and trees are all wrapped in this cotton-padded coat.

The sky is particularly clear, as if illuminated by snowflakes. The ground is as white as snow, as if it were covered with a carpet.

This carpet covers all fallen leaves and weeds. On this soft carpet, "Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep.

Large and small houses stood in the snow, and the red roof was enchanted by the magician and turned white. Under the eaves, thick and long stalactite icicles hang down.

On the window glass, there are all kinds of varied ice flowers. In the pond in front of the house, there are thin ice cubes floating. When you touch it gently, it will sink.

A thick layer of snow covered the branches and leaves of the tree, and the leaves were almost gone, but they still stood proudly like soldiers. Holly and wintersweet are still flourishing.

The snow on the holly tree was frozen, and the leaves were cleverly wrapped, making them red and blooming in succession, emitting a strong fragrance. They are very conspicuous in the snow, shaking their bodies and proudly saying, "Wind, blow, we are not afraid!" " ! When the footsteps of winter came quietly, it began to snow here.

At first, it was raining lightly. Soon, the snow deteriorated and mixed with raindrops fell to the ground, and the braking time melted. The ground is wet and falls on people's faces, which makes people shudder. You see, far away, on the hillside, in the Woods, the leaves of Sophora japonica and poplar have all fallen out.

They shook their bare branches in the cold wind. Evergreen pine and cypress are straight; Like a mighty sentry, he never gave in to the howling north wind.

In the cold winter, the goose feather and snow are flying in the air, and the cold wind blows the whistle and shakes the pine trees violently. Large tracts of snowflakes are pressed on the pine trees, and the branches are covered with thick snow.

Snow and snow want to conquer pine trees, but pine trees have defeated snow and snow again and again with tenacious perseverance and cold resistance, waiting for the arrival of spring. At this time, some people who work early have already embarked on a journey.

They are wearing down jackets, cotton-padded clothes, fur hats and gloves, all armed to the teeth. Some people who are afraid of the cold turn their collars up high, shrink their necks, shrug their shoulders, put their hands in their pockets, and a white column of air emerges from their nostrils.

People who love winter must like snow, and I am no exception. One snowflake after another, falling down in succession.

This gorgeous hexagonal flower is crystal clear and flawless. Its elegant charm and grace are so excellent.