500 words to write snow, 500 words to describe snow.

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the heavy snow has finally come. This is the biggest snow in Lanzhou since winter. Snowflakes like jade fall from the sky and fall into the embrace of the earth.

In the morning, I opened the door and saw a thin layer of snow on the ground. At first, only sporadic snowflakes fell with the wind. In a short time, large tracts of snowflakes fell from the sky. Soon, the earth turned white. Beautiful hexagonal snowflakes are flying in the air, putting on thick white cotton-padded jackets for trees, mountains and houses far and near. Look into the distance, wow! The whole earth has become a world of white clothes and jade makeup. Nearby, the dead branches of some trees are covered with fluffy and soft snow. And those evergreen trees in winter and summer are covered with diamond-like snow needles. A tree looks like an elegant girl against the background of white snowflakes. When the wind blows, the branches sway gently, just like a girl waving a jade hand. Silver needles and snow powder slowly fall from leaves and branches, as if throwing a handful of pearls on the ground. "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". This snow is really beautiful!

Schools, roads and yards are covered with thick snow. At this time, groups of students came to the playground to have snowball fights, make snowmen and throw snowballs. Their little hands and faces were red with cold, and no one shouted cold. Laughter and laughter on the playground, happy shouts shake off the snow on the trees. Next to the playground, several teachers are watching the students play with smiles.

Ah! This heavy snow has brought us a fairy tale world full of fantasy.

Write a composition about snow, 500 words.

Winter is coming, the goose feather-like snow is flying all over the sky, the whole world is covered with a white coat, and pieces of snowflakes fall from the sky. In a short time, the ground, trees and roofs are all white. White snowflakes are like small pieces of paper torn by people, like catkins flying in the air in spring. It is so pure and flawless, and it is so beautiful and crystal clear.

There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the spectacular scene when it snows in winter best. In winter, with heavy snow, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm and a crystal clear fairy tale world.

Get up in the morning and go outside, the wind is still blowing, and there is no intention of reducing it. The wind was so strong that it almost knocked me down and I could hardly stand up. I'm dressed like a big fat man at this time. Although I wear so much and so thick, the wind keeps drilling into my body. When it first snows, the snowflakes are often neither big nor dense, such as catkins that float lightly with the wind. As the wind blows harder and harder, the snow becomes denser and denser, and the snowflakes become bigger and bigger, like woven white nets and continuous curtains, falling straight to the ground. 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. If you walk on the road, you will soon become a living snowman. Although the snow is heavy, the children in the yard are very excited, because we can have a snowball fight and make a snowman! Call a good friend and make an appointment to have a snowball fight at Fuchun Shopping Plaza. There are 12 people, and everyone says to build a snowman first, write down their names, and agree that we will always be good friends. An hour later, our snowman was finally built, very grand and lovely. Then we began to have snowball fights. We will divide into two teams first, and then prepare "ammunition". My job is to see if any companions are making fake and shoddy "ammunition" to avoid danger. Five minutes later, we went to war. I led our team's experts to attack from the middle, and those who didn't make the right shot attacked from the back. Whoever throws will lose. I threw it on the tree head, and he could only be eliminated. Three people in our team were eliminated, leaving me and two companions, and finally the three of us finally defeated each other! It's getting late, we are all tired, but we are all happy in our hearts!

I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

Write a composition about snow scene: 500 words of snow.

I always thought that snow was an angel's feather. Why else is it so white?

I always thought snow was a poet's tear, otherwise why so sentimental?

When the snow is falling like catkins, when I am blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees, I am even more convinced that snow is the feather that angels shed when they comb their wings and gently twist their feathers, and reluctantly bid farewell to the sky and come to earth. Decorate the earth with its rich jade bodies. Bo, the earth has been wrapped in silver and covered with powder and jade.

When the breeze gently blows through the treetops and the moon is high in the gray sky, I believe that snow is the poet's tears, not sadness, not sobs, but whispers. Affectionate tears and affectionate wind blow, and the moon is like snow. I don't know when the minor of "Hair as Snow" came, and the melancholy voice was even sadder in the originally silent Yamashita.

When the beautiful aunt is dressing under the moon, when the bamboo plum walks through the snow without trace, I firmly believe that the snow is a faint smile on the lips of the beauty, and the shallow smile is filled with the fragrance of attacking people, which makes people intoxicated in the casual sight, floating in the boundless joy and quietly melting.

Last night, I wrote a composition about snow with 500 words, and the snow drifted all night. My mother and I walked under the street lamp and saw snowflakes flying. I really want to jump into the beautiful "flying snow world", but they are obviously coming for me.

Back in the yard, the snow has accumulated a thick layer, and my mother went up by herself, leaving me alone in the yard. The snow lay quietly on the ground, and the bright lights of every household shone gently on the snow. Snow is too fragile to stand the strong light.

Standing alone on this stage of nature, looking at the silvery white snow under the light, I feel a kind of softness, a kind of warmth and an inexplicable excitement! I really want to dance; I want to spend freely again. How can I spend freely? I had to draw two arcs on the snow with my shoes, leaving pure footprints!

The next morning, when I opened the window, a fresh air came to my face, and then I saw a world wrapped in silver. Great, the earth finally took off its dirty clothes and put on a white shirt! I ran downstairs as fast as I could and stood in the snow. I really want to hug and kiss Xue, but I can't. However, I have to thank the winter messenger for the gift! So, on the white "drawing board", I wrote my own message:

"Good snow! Let it snow harder!

-the words of a boy with childlike innocence "

In terms of messages, I made a snowman. I hope that the messenger of winter can see all this, and I hope that all this can represent my gratitude for winter.

At noon, my handwriting, Snowman, was quickly destroyed. Coupled with the strong sunshine, the delicate light snow soon turned into water. This is exactly the old saying, "Good flowers don't bloom often, and good times don't often." So, my mood is a little lost.

Campus is full of vitality in spring, summer and autumn. What does the snow in winter bring us?

On Thursday night, the first snow of 2009 came quietly. At night, under the heavy snow, flowers and trees put on a white dress, branches propped up snow-white snowballs, and flowers and plants fell asleep in the warm quilt. In the morning, the students opened their dim eyes and saw the "platinum" on the ground. They can't help but be surprised: nature is really a generous philanthropist!

After class, we saw the wonderful scenery on the lawn and couldn't help flying to the lawn to play games such as "goddess scattering flowers", "snowball fight" and "making a snowman". Watching the falling snowflakes quietly fall on my hair, I was envious and jealous.

We were as happy as crazy. You chased me and played, and laughter echoed over the campus. I gently picked up a handful of snow and made it into a small snowball, but the chill on the snow slipped into every cell of my body, making me feel cold and comfortable.

But it is also cruel, and it slipped away without making us happy for a while. I am very complaining in my heart, but when I recall that everyone sprinkled crystal snowflakes on others to make a small and exquisite snowman, that kind of heartfelt smile will remain in my childhood memory forever.

Snowflake's life is short, but it left us the most wonderful moment, so there is no regret.

Look, it's snowing! "I was attracted to the corridor by the sound. When I 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.

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.

The snow at dusk, deeply cut, seems to be inextricably linked with emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and there is a sense of * * * like uncovering the head and tail. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers who go out to war, covered with silver armor, and like pieces of sailing ... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is only one piece of silver between heaven and earth, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.

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.

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.

Ask to write a 500-word composition about snow. Snow in winter

I don't know when I started, but I found myself in love with snow. I love its whiteness and elegance, and I love its holiness and flawless. Snow, with its pure soul, moving beauty and magical transformation, not only won the love of many literati in ancient and modern times, but also left countless good sentences. In ancient times, thousands of trees appeared at night in the strong wind like spring, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

Pear blossoms "; Today, there is a saying from Mr. Lu Xun: "Snow moistens beauty, but it also vaguely reveals the news of youth." "Yes, snow is pure and elegant. How many people admire its softness and purity and revel in it. Snow is a symbol of purity, representing hope and good luck. Chun Xue-nourishing the earth; Winter snow-indicates a bumper harvest. Snow varies in different seasons. Snow at dawn is the quietest. The world before dawn is quiet, and the snow scene before dawn is also the most beautiful. The dawn sky is like an endless blanket, covering the whole sky. Countless white and sparkling snowflakes fall like angels. Looking up at the sky, you will suddenly feel that all the snow is coming to you and falling on your face. There is a fresh feeling. Reaching for the snowflake, the snowflake gently falls on the palm of your hand, soft and elegant. However, the snowflake falling in the palm of your hand is fleeting, such as a flash in the pan, which makes people feel sorry. But the snow at night is

Another landscape. At night, it is quiet and serene, the snow is flying softly, and the sky is getting heavier and heavier. I am thinking.

In my sleep, the snow has fallen. Snowflakes dance quietly with my thoughts. Quiet night and quiet snow are unbearable.

Destroy this quiet picture.

The snow drifted gently and fell quietly. In this spirit of freedom, the sky is its stage and the earth is its.

Yearning for. After the snow, the earth is wrapped in white. Seen from a distance, the earth is shining with silver light everywhere. It's snowing, it's snowing

Land, snow trails, a vast expanse of whiteness. Snow painted the earth into a painting, a beautiful and poetic painting.

Painting brings people unlimited fun.

Snow, whether it is white and light snowflakes, falls to the world or turns into round crystal drops.

Into the sun, beautiful for the world, silent for the world.

It's been cold for a long time. I always say it's going to snow, but it can't. I have been looking forward to it for a long time, but I can't help it. I'm glad the weather didn't disappoint me for long. The day after the cold snap, the first snow of this year finally fell.

White snow flowers slowly rotate in the air, as if reluctant to part with the sky. I looked at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, and my thoughts could not help but go back to the past. I just entered junior high school that year and was as naughty as a child. It's also such a heavy snow. I remember having a good time, having a snowball fight with my classmates and making a snowman. ..... The snow is very cold, but I feel nothing but happiness. It's not just snow I remember I always had a good time when it snowed. But I found that my sister never plays with snow. She said that she hadn't played with snow for a long time. The snow is dirty and cold. At that time, I don't know why, the snow was so fun that my sister didn't play.

However, after the snow fell, I suddenly understood that I tried to play like a child, except cold. It turns out that when you get older, your heart will get bigger and you can't go back. I suddenly felt sad to see the children next door having such a good time. My childhood is actually over. ....。

Remember what parents often say, as long as you are promising in the future, are you still afraid of having fun? In fact, I have long wanted to deny it. When I grow up in the future, I have time to play, but what I lose is the childlike innocence that needs to be played.

As the days go by, the snow scene remains the same, and people and childlike innocence have passed away.

Chapter 2: Snow

When winter comes, white clouds turn into snowflakes and fly to the earth, floating down peacefully. They fall quietly under the eaves, on the branches, on the land and on people's clothes. At this time, it is no longer arrogant, but becomes approachable.

It's snowing. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky. Soon, it became a silver world. The ground became a snow blanket, the house was covered with cotton wool, the trees in Na Tong were covered with pear blossoms, and the cypress and bamboo branches were covered with snowballs and silver bars. Looking from a distance, Yushu Qiongzhi, silver makeup and jade, is full of poetry and painting. What a white and flawless city!

It keeps snowing, just like someone accidentally broke the jade. Broken jade flies and changes steps. After a while, the earth was covered with silver, and the dead trees turned into emerald corals. It snows heavily, like goose feathers. They quietly and slowly descended from the sky, dotted with everything, like little angels coming to earth. They covered the ground with thick quilts and decorated the house with silver.

Snow fell on the tree, clusters, like a squirrel's big tail, fluffy and heavy; The road is even more beautiful, like a long belt. People stepped on it and giggled as if playing a symphony. It snowed harder and harder, and the whole world turned white. Houses, trees, fields and mountains are all dressed up.

Because of the arrival of snow, children are boiling, streets are busy, and snow brings infinite vitality to the earth. Snow is beautiful both in appearance and in heart! I love snow, and I love this beautiful snow.

Chapter 3: Snow

It hasn't snowed in the town for a long time, and almost all the shadows of snow appear in dreams. Every time I watch the weather forecast, I stare at the screen and look for the word snow on it, but I can't find it. Finally found it, but it was somewhere else, but in early February, Nanjing ... Snow ...-was inscribed on TV.

One day before the Spring Festival, it was dark, dark. The gray clouds began to disperse. It snowed at first, just like someone grabbed white sugar in mid-air and sprinkled it in large quantities. The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the snow particles become snowflakes, like goose feathers. Falling lightly, rushing and fluttering. I wonder if WU GANG shakes osmanthus too hard? Look how the snowflake looks like osmanthus! I picked up a snowflake to see what it looked like. I didn't expect it to melt as soon as it fell on my hand, leaving only a drop of water in my hand.

Snow falls on houses, cars and mountains ... Snow makes the monotonous winter look particularly beautiful with its white body. Coral-like trees, cotton-like pine branches, in the flying snowflakes, in this beautiful building, in this silver fairy tale world, have become snowmen, walking blindly, opening their eyes wide, leaving a string of footprints behind them.

At night, the snow is still falling, and there is a layer of new snow on the flat asphalt road, which is a bit dazzling by street lamps. Cars come and go, the lights are remote, and tiny snow particles reveal a little Huang Liang under the lights.

In the morning, the snow stopped, the sky was still so white, and the snow piled into hills, shining in the brilliance of the sun. ...

Chapter 4: Walking in the snow

The wind is floating gently, followed by a group of white elves-snow.

I am traveling alone in the silver world, and I can't help saying, "mylikeit!" When I look at these lovely little things, I can't help saying, "I like them!" " Suddenly, I felt as if I had unloaded a thousand pounds of burden, and all of them went with the snow, singing and dancing with those lovely and kind little silver dots and swimming around the universe.

Unconsciously, I came to the community like a dream, only to see a group of happy little students jumping on this silvery white carpet, like clusters of small burning flames intertwined in the world. Their hearty laughter is connected in a string, flying like a bird, all the way to the edge of the universe, so that uncle universe can listen to the heartfelt happiness of those children. Looking into my eyes, I unconsciously looked at the street lamp. Gradually, the light of the street lamp is like a moth. The light of a street lamp is like a mother with open arms. The little moth threw herself into her arms as if she hadn't seen her for years. Looking at all this, I can't help but think of my mother and the scene when I was a child and jumped into her arms like snowflakes. Walking and watching, suddenly, I saw my favorite place-barbecue shop. Look at the smoke coming out, I'm dreaming again. I think of myself standing quietly in the street, and snowflakes fall on my body, just like pouring a plate of beef into the oil pan, which is issued from time to time.

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