Write a 200-word composition about winter scenery.

1. A 200-word composition describing the winter scenery. Feel the winter scenery of 1

The cold winter has come, and after a heavy snow, the whole East Red has become a world of powder and jade. The willow trees are covered with silver bars, and the lawn is covered with silver wires. The cold winter has come, and after a heavy snow, the whole East Red has become a world of powder and jade. The willow trees are covered with silver bars, and the lawn is covered with silver wires.

Get up in the morning, it's foggy in winter. After the fog cleared, a beautiful scene appeared. The needles of that pine tree are covered with a thick layer of frost, like a white chrysanthemum. After a few strokes, the yellow leaves fell in succession.

In the morning after the snow, I really can't bear to step on it when I see white snow flowers. When I was walking on the stone road in Beishan, I heard a creaking sound.

The little face is a little tight and itchy with cold. Although it is very cold, this coldness is concealed by my happy mood.

Winter is my favorite.

During the day, snowflakes are flying in the sky and falling slowly, and the earth is covered with a layer of snow-white silver. How beautiful!

The mountains are covered with snowflakes, the houses are covered with snow, the fields are full of wet and cold ice, and some people are having snowball fights, skating and making snowmen. I accidentally fell down, I fell down a slope, I slipped down, I felt so cold and icy, but I was very happy!

The streets were covered with snow, some people fell down, and all the friends cheered to do an interesting activity together, including running, snowball fights, snowman making, skating competitions, etc ... We seemed to have entered a beautiful fairy tale world.

How beautiful the scenery is in winter! It also brings so much joy!

Winter scenery

In winter, the sky is high and the clouds are light, which is endless. Occasionally, one or two snow-white clouds add a little color to the faint sky.

The tree below is like an old man in a white coat. Spring is no longer naughty. When the wind blows, the "old man" wobbles as if he were going to fall. The grass below is still so green that it is not afraid of the torture of winter.

Inside is a big flower bed, which is not like sowing the seeds of hope in spring or blooming flowers in summer. The sky is so bleak, the flowers have faded long ago, leaving only white and soft snow. Inside, the little seeds of flowers are sleeping, waiting for the recovery of spring, breaking out of their shells and starting to participate in the Hundred Flowers Festival.

There is a community next to it, and many children are having snowball fights. They had a good time, and many shells roared by. Some of them play with snowmen, hold shovels and boards, and build snowmen's bellies. Then, they use buckets as hats, carrots as noses, and broom arms are freshly baked. Passers-by usually wear cotton-padded jackets, thick snow shoes, a bunch of big candied haws in their hands and a happy smile on their faces.

There is also a small river next to the community. In spring, the river is crystal clear and there are many fry in it. People come here to fish and relax from time to time, but in winter, the river has frozen. Some people are playing ice, some are playing ice slides, and some are playing sledding. They are having a good time.

I like winter, especially the scenery in winter.

3 Winter scenery

Spring is mild, summer is warm, autumn is lofty, and winter is Leng Yan's.

Winter is a cold killer, he killed many lovely little souls. He withered flowers, grass and leaves. You see, all the leaves of poplar trees fell overnight. From a distance, it looks like a golden wave rolling up and down. Listen, the sound of flowers sighing in the wind and the words of grass crying under the moon are so helpless and sad. The birds heard their sighs and cries. There is no winter hiding in the south.

But winter is a gentle girl. She painted the morning sun rosy and covered the ground with white gauze. You see, the rising sun in Ran Ran in the blue sky, like a drunk's face, comes out from behind a tree, red111165438. Its brilliance shines on the earth and brings a little warmth to people. The country road is covered with frost and rustles under people's feet.

Winter is a weak old man. He has traveled all over Cang Sang, suffering from the wind and snow, but he still does not change his love for nature. You see, winter wheat seedlings are covered with quilts, deciduous trees are the winter fertilizer he insists on cultivating, and the fields ravaged by pests are the pesticides he applies. He makes pine trees greener, wintersweet more fragrant and the sky higher. People are stronger. He gave all his best things to the world and kept nothing for himself. When the footsteps of spring approached, he left so suddenly and gave his hopes and blessings to the new year.

In winter, no matter what posture you present in front of us, you are the most Leng Yan, beautiful and unforgettable.

2. Write a composition about winter and autumn scenery, each with 200 words. After a heavy rain, Mr. Qiu came to the world quietly with a brush and light steps. She washed away the summer heat and brought coolness to people. The autumn sky is particularly blue, like a painting. The air in autumn is particularly fresh, as if it had been filtered. Walking on the way to school in the morning, I took a breath of air, which was particularly refreshing and clear-headed. Although most of the flowers and trees in autumn have withered, as long as you look closely, you will find beautiful autumn chrysanthemums, which are colorful and changeable. Look at those slender petals. They are really likable. Chrysanthemum stems are very straight, especially with the style of Gu Song. Close to the chrysanthemums, suddenly, a fragrance came to the nose ... These autumn chrysanthemums are blooming in the cool autumn wind.

Not to mention the fields in autumn. The paddy field is golden yellow, which looks like a golden carpet from a distance. The rice grains are so full that the stalks are bent. Look at the fiery red sorghum. From a distance, it looks like a group of little girls in red hats, dancing there with a breeze. Look at the persimmon, fiery red, like a red lantern, and like the smiling faces of children. When you peel off a thin layer of persimmon skin, fresh pulp will be exposed. You taste it, it is as sweet as honey.

Ah! What a beautiful autumn!

Winter in my hometown

Winter in my hometown is very cold, and it is MINUS 20 degrees every day. The biting wind stung my face like a knife. Sometimes the howling northwest wind will blow the dead leaves everywhere, and the hateful garbage will be hung on the branches by the wind. Of course, if it snows, it will be a different scene here.

You see, snowflakes like goose feathers keep falling from the sky covered with red clouds, and in a short time, the whole world turns white.

Snow fell on the pine tree, and the pine tree was covered with a white coat; Snowflakes fall in the wheat field and cover the babies in the wheat field with layers of quilts; Snow fell on the road, paving a long carpet for the road; Falling on people's heads is like a loving mother knitting one hat after another ... The snow keeps falling and our children become happy. Call friends and have fun: snowball fights, snowballs and snowmen. ...

This is winter in my hometown. Although it is a little cold, it snows beautifully!

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 in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...

The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, 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.

4. Winter scenery composition of 200 words.

Winter seems to be a beautiful picture, and winter seems to be a silvery white butterfly jumping from there. The golden apricot leaves are like stamps, falling from the tree. There are many beautiful scenery in winter, waiting for you to discover it carefully. When it snows in winter, those snowflakes seem to be petals. There was no one outside when it snowed heavily. When the snow stopped, many children came out to have snowball fights, make snowmen and so on. The children are having a good time outside. They are playing outside with happy smiles on their faces, although they are like a red apple. Some children wear gloves on their hands, and children without gloves are as red as fireballs. They are having a good time outside. The snow has melted, and there are a sea of people outside. There are many Keane people outside, many markets and other places, and the students in the school are also very happy. This is a beautiful winter and a beautiful picture.

5. Write an article about the winter scenery in 200 words, "Huhoo-".The wind roared by, the trees shook in the wind, and the branches were whipped like wild whips in the air.

Pine trees stand luxuriantly in the white snow, swaying with the cold northwest wind, making a shrill roar, as if to deliberately despise winter. Just after 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the sun has put away its faint light, as if afraid of the cold, hiding in the clouds as thick as cotton tires.

On the twelfth day of winter, the windows were blocked by snow, and the ice valves hung in rows on the eaves like translucent small crystal columns. That winter, it was so cold that people had a headache and a nose, and their feet were like two pieces of ice.

The wind is cold. Bare trees, like bald old people, can't stand the northwest wind and sway in the cold wind.

This winter, the ground is frozen and cracked, the small north wind blows like a knife, and snow is flying all over the sky. The sun in the middle of winter seems to be afraid of getting cold. Wearing thick clothes can't give off heat.

In the middle of winter, the north wind is cold, silver-gray clouds are galloping in the sky, the cold current is rolling, and a heavy snow is brewing. Nine cold days, freezing thousands of miles.

The whole world has become a big refrigerator, the mountains are shivering with cold, the rivers are stiff with cold, and the air seems to be frozen. The heavy snow comes with the cold winter, and the streets seem to be silver, so bright and brilliant. Long icicles hung in front of the eaves like crystal daggers, and the breath of pedestrians turned into white smoke.

After he walked for a while, clouds of hot air condensed into layers of frost from his mouth and nostrils, frozen around the fur hat, like a silver helmet covering his face with cold. The weather is gloomy, and the sky is thick, low and gray-yellow turbid clouds.

The northeast wind roared and ran wildly in the wilderness. It seems to hold a sword and can pierce a tight leather coat, not to mention the exposed face, which has been scratched again and again, and the pain is unbearable. In winter, the outdoor willow covered with frost and snow is covered with tree hangings, like silver bars hanging on trees, which is particularly spectacular.

In winter, a thin layer of white snow, like a huge soft wool felt, covers this vast wasteland and shines with cold silver light. In early winter, she was like a beautiful, noble and reserved princess, waving a magical veil and sending cold winds.

In the cold winter, the river seems to be sleeping quietly, instead of being lively in the past. In winter, although there are no charming flowers and birds in spring, no spectacular lightning and thunder in summer, and no attractive rich fruits in autumn, there are also implicit beauty dedicated to nature. In cold weather, the whole world has become a big refrigerator, the mountains are shivering with cold, the rivers are frozen stiff, and the air seems to have solidified. In winter, goose feather-like snow falls in succession.

The snow on the ground is thick and soft; Snow falls on the house, white, loose and soft; The trees were covered with snow, which bent the branches. The sun shines brightly on the snow-capped mountains.

6. Winter scenery diary 200 words Winter seems to be a beautiful picture, and winter seems to be a silvery white butterfly jumping from there at once.

The golden apricot leaves are like stamps, falling from the tree. There are many beautiful scenery in winter, waiting for you to discover it carefully.

When it snows in winter, those snowflakes seem to be petals. There was no one outside when it snowed heavily. When the snow stopped, many children came out to have snowball fights, make snowmen and so on. The children are having a good time outside. They are playing outside with happy smiles on their faces, although they are like a red apple.

Some children wear gloves on their hands, and children without gloves are as red as fireballs. They are having a good time outside. The snow has melted, and there are a sea of people outside. There are many Keane people outside, many markets and other places, and the students in the school are also very happy. This is a beautiful winter and a beautiful picture.

7. Winter scenery In spring, a hundred flowers blossom and compete for beauty; In summer, everywhere is full of vitality; In autumn, the golden breeze is refreshing, and there is a bumper harvest everywhere; Winter is snowy and pink as jade, which is my favorite season.

In winter, I like snow best, because learning can make the world beautiful, just like a girl wrapped in white. When it snows, crystal white snowflakes are flying all over the sky, flying around like dandelions and dancing with the wind. Just like a silver butterfly dancing from the sky to the world with the wind; It's like a girl dressed in white decorating the earth ... how beautiful, lovely and refreshing this scene is! After a heavy snow, every corner of the world became silvery white, which was particularly beautiful. On campus, there is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere.

The children had a snowball fight happily, and waves of cheerful laughter echoed in the campus. In the field, Snow Girl covered the crops with thick quilts and let them spend a wonderful winter in their sleep.

In the Woods, Snow Girl pressed on the bare branches and covered the trees with a layer of silver, so that the trees no longer looked bare and monotonous. On the way, Snow Girl lay quietly, making passers-by feel beautiful and comfortable in winter.

On the hillside, Snow Girl put a cotton-padded jacket on the hillside. From a distance, the hillside is crystal-clear and beautiful, shining in the sun.

In winter, the world becomes silvery white; Winter makes the world poetic. I like winter.

8. Composition describing winter garden scenery 200 words The afterglow of the sunset lazily climbed over the white and smooth skin of the mountain peak; Warmly shining on this quiet land, the clouds on the horizon drift by, as if following the footsteps of their companions; The blue lake slowly flows, and there are several boats across the lake, vaguely flashing some fishing fires. Maybe when the scenery is too lonely, I will sing, singing with the lake, taking me to recall that unforgettable past, with a little sadness, but when I turned away, I saw the other side of the mountain. That's where the sun rises again. Maybe spring will come tomorrow! The warm sunshine shines on the lake, and the last red leaf in the forest still stands proudly on the branches. The bright red and green colors and uncoordinated colors form a unique winter scene.

Sometimes a gust of wind blows, and branches without leaves rustle, which also makes people feel sad. But if you look at those branches again, new buds have been bred. This kind of fluffy and humble bud immediately reminds you of the future spring and the vibrant and flowery days.

Walking in the snow is more interesting. 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. Snow falls silently, fluttering. Soon, there will be a thin layer on the ground. When you step on it, it will make cheerful footsteps "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. The flowers of My Sweetie will soak in your heart and spleen. You can't help but think of a pure heart. When you wake up in the morning, you will feel that the whole world is so pure and the fog is filled in winter. After the fog cleared, a wonderful scene appeared immediately. The needles of pine trees are covered with thick frost, like white autumn chrysanthemums; The branches of deciduous trees are covered with white snow, just like white jade carved trees; The weeping willows are wrapped in silver, and the bushes are all white coral, which is confusing. 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.

If winter comes, can spring be far behind? With the coming of winter, people put on thick cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold wind and frost. With the coming of winter, everything has entered a "dead silence" period, leaving people with eyeful fatigue ... That winter, my Clivia was sick as early as two months ago.

When winter comes, it loses all its green color and becomes a pile of dead branches. I'm sorry that months of hard work went up in smoke.

In order to reassure myself a little, I didn't throw it away immediately, nor did I take it out of the flowerpot immediately. I just left it as it is. In this way, I spent the winter of that year in regret. Every time I touch the cold flowerpot, I feel sad and helpless in my heart.

Now that I think about it, I can still feel the long winter. After the spring of the following year, I made up my mind to get rid of the dead branches and make room for planting orchids in flowerpots.

So, I dug up the soil with a small shovel and prepared to uproot it. But at this moment, a miracle appeared.

As soon as I put the shovel into the dry thick soil and scraped it twice, I heard a crisp crack, and then I saw the fragments of the ceramic flowerpot scattered all over the floor. However, when I look carefully, it is the root of Clivia, which seems to have died last winter, wrapped in layers of soil and as thick as a white beard. Instead of necrosis, it became more and more lush and branched again and again.

Now, it is so lush that it fills the whole flowerpot, just like a dragon's paw sticking tightly to a porcelain flowerpot. No wonder it breaks at the touch. Seeing this, I quickly trimmed the messy roots and replanted them in the pot.

As a result, a month later, each flowerpot gave off a lovely Clivia bud. I have to marvel at this scene.

In the whole winter brewing, it can grow again and flourish. I was simply impressed by the miracle of this winter.

This admiration is from the heart. From the eyes to the heart, I have to sincerely sigh its tenacious vitality. Think about it, how stupid I was to give up the chance of a new life in such a hurry in winter.

Thick cotton-padded clothes really cut off all the joy and hope brought by new life. But now I understand that the temporary "dead silence" is to let us appreciate life more truly and appreciate life.

In winter, plants can be reborn by longing for spring after the "dead silence" in winter. What about that guy? Winter can also look forward to spring, and you can get greater new life and hope.

We should be awed by the magic of life, so we should show courage and action. Just like Clivia with withered stems and leaves, when spring shines on the earth, you will have the beauty like a Siberian butterfly, and then break the ice to find a brighter and brighter you. Snow, I love you, love your innocence, yours.

Winter is the most unromantic season, especially in the south. You can't see the snow and ice in the north and the desert in Wan Li in the west.

Winter in the south is always just a depression. The weather is very cold, but there is not a trace of moisture. The cold immersed in the bone marrow seems to have taken away all the warmth of the body, leaving only a cold mass that is as loose as dry floc and stuffed between the chest and lungs.

In this season, people's thinking will be frozen, and even emotions and romance will be forgotten in an instant. Under such circumstances, it is difficult to raise a trace of goodwill, even if there is an occasional wish, it will soon be thrown into the corner of memory.

Standing outdoors, take a breath gently. A mass of white fog is wrapped in warm air, stretching out in mid-air, dense, and melting into dry and cold air for a long time. The little hope that was just ignited was shattered, quietly and quietly disappeared, as if it had never happened, and it was already a special kind of wetness in the trance.

Xiao Shu grew into a big tree and became an old tree in winter. The branches of the old tree are staggered, and only a few scattered leaves are dotted with traces of life. The bark is slightly brown, as if it had been baked on a fire for a long time, and it has lost its spirit and is half curled, as if it would fall to the ground at any time.