The composition "Nanjing Winter Scenery" is 800 words, please hurry! ! !

A stream of green pond trees surrounds the village, and Chai Men looms on the moss wall.

The bell rang early with the Moon Frost Bridge, and guests accompanied pheasants into Liu Cun.

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Laqi Barra, don't move your chin. It's Laba, March 9, and the temperature has dropped to MINUS 30 degrees. The cold wind is accompanied by flying snow, dripping into ice and smelling like frost. In this weather, if there is nothing to do, everyone wants to stay at home for the winter. My son's school arranged some extracurricular reading materials to be winter vacation homework. For these books, no matter how cold it is, I will go out with my son!

Three nine four nine. Before going out, I made full preparations to keep out the cold, found out the thick wool windbreaker shoes I used to wear when I was working outdoors, put on thick cashmere trousers and wrapped my whole body in a long white down jacket. Last year was just right. I don't know if it's shrunk or because I'm fat, but now I'm thin. Hats, scarves, masks and gloves are fully armed; Of course, two eyes are still exposed. I took a photo in the mirror and led my son to Xinhua Bookstore like a polar bear and an Antarctic penguin.

Walking in the street, the northwest wind makes my eyes hurt a little and I want to cry. Isn't it that my eyes have become seedlings in the greenhouse with my computer every day and can't stand the slightest cold?

Behind the gate of my son's school, at the corner, a pile of snow that has not been cleared before is close to the height of the building, and several children are crawling, making noise and playing on it. Their heads are bald, their heads are steaming, their faces are red, their hats are gone, and the snowballs in their hands fly to me, and I fly to you. A child stood on the top of a snowdrift and shouted, "I have climbed Mount Everest!" " The red scarf in his hand has been waving, and his joy is no less than that of a real climber. The children below saw it and rushed to the "mountain" ...

In front is Shancheng Road, where Russian businessmen gather and the streets are full of blond Russians. This is a treasure-house for doing business, and the price of shops is sky-high. In the middle of the street, a China man is selling business to a Russian businesswoman in Russian. The Russian lady is tall and burly, wearing a brown rex rabbit hat and a knee-high brown mink coat. Her waist is twice as big as mine and she is much taller than me. When she poked there, she looked exactly like a brown bear. The China man opposite her is thin and shriveled, with no hat on his head and few clothes. He has a narrow neck and looks like a "Hao Han bird". At this time, he is selling something similar to a massager to the brown bear. He spoke Russian and put the massager on the brown bear's back, probably to let her experience the effect. I don't know if the brown bear is too thick to feel, or if he is not satisfied with the price. She muttered something and left the man. "Hao Han Bird" seems unwilling to leave the business like this and follow "Brown Bear" and practice following while walking. ...

In the corner of the street, a prostrate beggar kowtowed like garlic, wearing a colorful patched cotton-padded jacket, and his face and age could not be seen. Next to him stood a girl of seven or eight years old, wearing a dirty old coat on her thin body, which looked very empty. She was wrapped and wrapped, but she couldn't resist the highest level of cold wind in China. The thin body shivered in the cold wind, and a disheveled hair was exposed outside the worn scarf. There is a hole in the snowshoe on the foot, and a crumpled paper towel is stuffed in the hole. Seeing me pass by, the girl held out her little hand, which was red with cold. She didn't say "please give me some" like other beggars, but looked at me timidly with clear eyes and said nothing.

I didn't speak. I quickly took out Zhang Yiyuan coins and put them in my little hands. They were as cold as carrots. At the same time, I handed the gloves. I didn't ask them why they begged. I know everyone has their own story behind them. I'm not a saint. Tracing back to the source can't solve their plight. I just ask god to let them get rid of their suffering as soon as possible. "Aye", "Aye" and "Aye", several gunshots made me tremble all over. Looking for prestige, in front of the most luxurious hotel in town, there is a row of wedding motorcades, with salute cars in front and a row of gun tubes behind. That's where the shooting just started. There is a crane with long firecrackers on each side of the hotel gate. Looking back, we can see that all kinds of high-end cars are available, including Lincoln, Mercedes-Benz, BMW and Audi A6. There are about 40 cars. I don't know which rich owner is married. This ostentation and extravagance is hard.

The door of the float opened, and the groom wore white wedding gloves and took the bride's hand down to the scarlet carpet of the hotel. My eyes clearly showed those small hands that were frozen like carrots. ...

Small world, big stage, the story of the rich and the poor in this street is interpreted in different versions every day. ...

You won't change it. Change to someone else.