Winter composition 350 words

Winter is not as sunny as spring, nor as hot as summer, but as white as jade.

Sister Dong came to the world with snow-white snowflakes. Sister Snowflake came to the grass, and Xiao Cao's trembling body immediately felt much more comfortable. Watching snowflakes fall slowly, floating on the grass, warm, like a white and soft quilt. Then, the grass entered a sweet dream.

The grass, flowers and trees in the park all stayed there quietly. At this time, a group of lovely and naughty children came to the park, scrambling to run towards the heavy snow. Just like magical magicians, they turned snow-white into naughty snowman. With a pointed nose, a round face, a small mouth and big eyes, I think it will win the first place in the election.

There is a thick layer of ice on the river, and the ice is like a jade plate. Some children are bold. Guess what, some of them danced ballet on the ice and some skated on it. These children are playing happily on the stream, and their laughter is very lovely.

There is snow as white as jade in the Woods, which will be green all year round, but no matter how the snow presses the pine tree, the pine tree still stands. It's like Song written by Chen Yi, a modern revolutionary: "The snow is loose and straight. You know, it is noble, noble to melt. " Looking at the snow, I thought of a song "Little Snowflake", Little Snowflake, Little Snowflake.

Many animals are hibernating in winter, and snakes are no longer scary. It twisted into a ball and drooled into the dream fragrance. The lovely little fish in the river fell asleep sweetly. It looks as if they died in the river.

There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, only a few people. They wear thick clothes, erect big collars, shrink their necks, put their hands in their pants and pockets, and keep their heads down, running all the way.

Ah, winter is so lovely, I love winter!

No less than 350 words about the composition of winter. Miss Qiu quietly left, and Brother Dong came again. He asked the earth to take off his golden dress and put on a thick cotton-padded jacket, which was white and beautiful.

The biting cold wind blew, and pieces of snowflakes fell on the earth like elves.

The fallen dead leaves were quickly covered with heavy snow, and the flowers and plants on the ground disappeared.

The children had a snowball fight and made a snowman in the snow and had a good time.

The river is also covered with thick ice, and many people are frolicking on it.

I caught a small snowflake and wanted to observe it carefully, but it didn't follow my wishes. It just fell into my hands and unfortunately "sacrificed".

Back home, the snow outside the window is still dancing, and there is a vast scene in front of me. Snow is pure and elegant.

Rotating, sliding, charming, intoxicated in the air, intertwined.

Like a flower, woven into a romantic dance.

What a beautiful snow scene and winter. Although it is cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

Some people like spring when flowers are in full bloom, some people like summer when trees are shaded, some people like autumn when fresh fruits are fragrant, but I like winter when snowflakes are flying.

When it snows, small snowflakes fall to the earth like white petals, like white mini gloves to bring a layer of lily gloves to the earth, and like a small "chalk".

The feeling of falling on the palm of your hand is as soft and comfortable as a kitten rubbing its body against your leg, and you can't help being intoxicated by it ... Have a nice day.

The next morning: "Ah! Overnight, the snowflakes in the sky spread a big white quilt on the earth. " When you walk up, it creaks, as if the earth were saying, "Hey! Don't step on my warm quilt, or I'll get angry.

Snowflake said, "You hurt me! Look, Grandpa Earth is angry! And tell you a secret' there are other colors in winter, waiting for you to discover!' Snowflakes are really good. Right in front of my eyes, there is a tenacious pine standing in front of me, next to a gorgeous red plum lady. They should see that the colors in winter are too monotonous to join in the fun.

The beauty of winter can't be said or written.

The warm autumn passed and the cold winter came. Trees, grass and flowers have withered, bears and many animals are hibernating, the weather has become wet and cold, and the terrible and fun winter has come to trouble again.

Winter is coming, and the weather is getting cold. I must dress as fat as a panda when I go out. No matter how many clothes you wear, you can feel its power as soon as you go out. I am surrounded by snow like a snowman, and I will keep shaking at the thought of my body. Birds will be frozen into ice when they go out, and I'm afraid they will become statues when they go out.

Winter is coming, and I am most afraid of getting up. I don't want to open my eyes at dawn. It's too cold outside to leave the warm quilt.

It's wet outside, and going out is like coming to the North Pole.

I'm also afraid of taking a bath and washing my hands. I am afraid that there will be no hot water when I take a shower, and I am afraid that I will immerse myself in cold water when I wash my hands.

I will always blow my nose in winter, because my nose is allergic and I often can't sleep at night. Very uncomfortable, finally fell asleep. Suddenly my nose was blocked again, so I had to blow my nose out of the quilt sadly, which was very uncomfortable. You get dark circles in the morning, just like a panda.

In winter, there are unhappy things and happy things. The best thing is to eat hotpot. The hot pot is hot, the stomach is warm, and with the company of family, the heart becomes warm.

I also like to soak in hot springs. Hot springs are so hot that I often sweat all over, but I won't get up until my sister and I are tired of playing.

If it snows, you can have a snowball fight, make a snowman, make a big snowman, ski and enjoy yourself in the ice and snow. You can see the beautiful scenery on the mountain, plum blossoms bloom one after another, and beautiful flowers bloom in your heart. How beautiful! Although it is very cold in winter, my heart is warm and my body warms up, so I am not afraid of the cold wind outside. Seeing everyone dressed like pandas, I couldn't help laughing secretly.

Winter is a quiet time for everyone, just like coming to a quiet forest, because the snow in winter is falling quietly, and people can't help but be quiet; There are also happy moments in winter, such as Christmas, when reindeer run, which makes everyone's heart full of happiness and expectation. In fact, as long as you carefully understand, winter also has a beautiful side!

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It's snowing, snowflakes are flying in the sky, and white butterflies are flying in Wan Ru.

I held out my hands, and the snowflake fell on my hand and disappeared at once, just like magic.

Look, snowflakes all over the sky are playing like a group of naughty and lovely children.

Looking around, snowflakes stop on the roof, and the roof looks like a snow-white hat.

Snowflakes crawling on the branches are like white snow lotus.

Snowflakes fall on the ground, just like a silver carpet on the ground.

How beautiful! From a distance, the white road looks like a silver snake, and Holly stands motionless in the snow like a soldier.

Look over there, from time to time, children's cheerful laughter comes faintly, looking for a group of lively and lovely children to play in the snow.

The snow is falling harder and harder, and it falls on the children. It's really like a little old man and a little old lady. How cute! Some children are making a snowman, some are having a snowball fight, some are having a snowball fight, and some are ... Instructor: Fan.

Write a composition of about 350 words, which is about winter (writing scenery), cold winter and white and glittering snowflakes.

Although it has no colorful colors, it has created a pure and flawless space for the world. This is a season full of hope.

Winter is like a magician. It decorated the whole world with the prop of "snow".

Snow fell on the ground, like a silvery white carpet on the ground; Falling on the roof is like covering the roof with a thick quilt; Falling on the branches, as if inlaid with beautiful silver bars; Fall on children, like dancing elves.

Under the sunlight, it is particularly dazzling.

Although it is cold in winter, it can play a role in sterilization. Cold air can freeze bacteria to death. In addition, snow has the function of refreshing the air. When snowflakes fall from the sky, dust and debris in the air will attach to them and fall with them, making the air fresh. It is the most environmentally friendly "air freshener" given by nature to mankind.

Our children also like winter, because winter is our children's "natural playground", where we can play to our heart's content: make a snowman, have a snowball fight, lie on the soft carpet when we are tired and breathe the air to our heart's content.

We can also grind some large and small figures with snow, or skate on the ice. Although we sometimes slip, we are happy, because we can release our happiness to the maximum extent, and these happy fragments will be treasured in our memory forever ... I love this beautiful and pure snowflake, and I love this beautiful and hopeful winter even more! ...

Write a composition of more than 350 words with the theme of winter fun. We will have many interesting things in winter and leave a good impression on us.

Many friends are fighting outside after it snows in winter. They all wrapped snowballs with their own hands and prepared for snowball fights.

Some naughty children ran behind other partners and threw snowballs before other partners found out.

The snowball hit other partners, so I got up and picked up the snowball and hit others.

There are many friends skiing and snowball fights, which are very lively.

Some skiers accidentally fell on the snow, and although the fall was painful, they still showed a smile on their faces.

Some friends are snowballing, and their little hands don't cry when they are red with cold, but they roll harder and harder.

In winter, it brings a free world to friends, and makes friends smile especially brightly.

(inspirational world lizhi 123) Winter has created a happy and free world for friends, allowing them to play in that happy and free world, adding infinite fun to the whole winter.

Winter fun will remind us of the interesting things that happened in the past winter and leave a beautiful trace in our memory.

Winter fun is like a colorful picture scroll, which is full of friends' friendly smiles and unique charm of winter fun, making the whole world exceptionally bright.

In winter, people make snowmen and have snowball fights, which are full of happy games. On campus, there is snow everywhere. When our footprints step on it, it becomes a beautiful picture. Snow is clean, it is the window of the soul in winter. The composition "350 words in winter" in the fifth grade of primary school is chilly, which is the characteristic of severe winter. Cover with white gauze. The sun shines brightly, which is the glory of the future in winter. The stars blinked, which was an invitation to winter. Girls in winter become clear water, nourishing our land. She has been waiting for a year, and her dream is shattered. She gave us a gift from nature-snow. Thin snow, like a huge soft wool felt, brings vitality to mother earth and human beings. The pine tree seems to have opened a big white umbrella, and the willow tree stretches white.

Composition about Snow (about 350 words) 1. Snow falls silently. Who thought of the wind chimes in spring and shook the footsteps of spring? Who broke the wings of catkins and sowed the seeds of fragrant grass? I don't know how long it's been since I saw snow. This heavy snow, like a white dream, came in a subtle way, like catkins, giving the only charming tenderness in early spring. Peach blossom snow in spring and March is a gift in cold spring. In this season when snow falls like peach blossoms, stand by and watch the snow, reach out your hand, give it a place to stay, bear the touch of snow, feel its body temperature and taste its tenderness. Two ..... Reading the refreshing snowflakes, reading the incisive snowflakes, the snowflake curtain is open on the ground. It is wrapped in white and enchanting, so the world is fresh and relaxed. Standing in the heavy snow, the glittering and translucent snowflake gently falls on my black hair and floats through my black eyes, which will induce an inexplicable surprise and excitement from my heart. I have merged with nature. In this piece of white, when I saw the innocence chasing the light flying flowers, the crisp laughter spread far and far. Take a breeze, treasure the touching details of the past in a warm frame, turn it into a touch of white and fall into a bunch of snow-covered feet. Fallen snow, faint illusion, smells fragrant in my memory, if it is unforgettable. The falling snow, like a dove, shuttles through the vast sky. I really want to give up all stillness and collect a ray of sunshine for this season. The snow fell silently, but the cold and broken feeling crossed my whole body, stabbed into the bone marrow, and floated away like a distant elf! Fall deeply and shallowly on the snow. Listening to the creaking footsteps all the way, it's so far away! Snow, like filling my footprints, silently filled my sadness. Awesome white, floating, completely cold, trying to penetrate the whole surface and season. If it snows and is tied by the petals of red maple leaves, will it be a long trip of missing? Can a story be answered? Embracing the snow, I can only feel the heartbeat and breathing of the melting snow. Snowflakes are falling, falling in my heart with eternal sadness ... 2. Maybe because I was born in the northeast, I like snow very much.

It seems that the only thing I remember going to middle school is going to school in winter morning.

As far as I can remember, my school days seem to have been spent in the snow.

I still remember the cold and heavy clothes in the snow.

I still remember that dark red morning, the snow-white earth, no one around, only I quietly listened to my footsteps in the snow.

I still remember waiting for the bus at the snow station to see if there are any girls I have a crush on.

The path from home to the station is my favorite, because there was no one at that time, only I took my first step in the snow.

When the snow is heavy, the sky is like fog, and you can't see anything clearly in the distance.

I vaguely saw a red light flashing in the high-rise building in the air, which was mysterious.

When it snows, the sky is red and bright.

Being there is easy to imagine.

Under the trance-like street lamp, snowflakes are arranged in a wonderful queue, which is constantly changing and fascinating.

I remember once I stood on a cross street and looked at the pattern of lights and snow for more than ten minutes, and the whole person was lost in thought.

When school was over, it was already dark.

Sitting in the corner of the bus, let your eyes lose focus, let the neon of colorful cities collide with your sight, and let the fuzzy colors shine into your brain. This is really a charming feeling.

I remember that in the late high school, double-decker cars appeared quietly on the street, so I sat on the top floor after school and fantasized about flying in the city.

I remember once seeing a girl who had a crush on me waiting for the bus in the snow in a windbreaker.

Suddenly I feel that she is so beautiful and elegant.

So I think of her every time I see snow.

Maybe that's why snow always makes me feel irresistible romance.

Going abroad, the snow I saw doesn't feel like my hometown anymore, although it is equally thick.

I never get up or go home so early after school.

The feeling of snow began to fade, sometimes I forgot the beauty of snow and only noticed how inconvenient it was after snow.

Until yesterday, I suddenly looked at the snow with my eyes.

Snow is still so familiar and romantic.

Yes, it is snowing again.

These days, like the weather in March, it gradually warmed up and suddenly became cold.

In the early morning, the clear sky was covered with many ugly umbrella clouds, and soon it began to snow heavily.

Six petals of snowflakes fall from the sky, which really feels like "the scenery in the north is frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow is floating in Wan Li". The whole world is like floating in Andersen's fairy tale: on Christmas Eve, it snows heavily.

All the colorful ones are gone. It's really "a hundred mountains without birds, a thousand paths without footprints"! Brilliant gold, bright pink, * * * red, noble purple and even cold blue have all been replaced by this simple white, but the children running and jumping on the road are still lively and lovely, maintaining their own colors.

Snow freezes, ice water does not replenish water, and it snows again. It is as simple as that, but it is full of infinite reverie and hope.

From a distance, the mountain, which is sometimes gloomy and sometimes enthusiastic, has now become simple; The houses along the Yellow River have lost their former colors and become quiet: that autumn turned into golden rice fields, and now they are full of snowflakes. In such a cold day, they also wear a white hat: nearby buildings, shops, carports and gardens are all wearing this white cotton-padded jacket, which is very warm! The wild flowers in the flower bed once expressed their beauty to the sun, but now they are covered with thick coats, without the "cold ling alone" as in the poem; The budding leaves on the trees are also wearing scarves made of snowflakes. The trees that have lost all their leaves are covered with fluffy shiny silver bars. The evergreen pine and cypress trees along the river in winter and summer are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs, and several children are playing. Does it feel like "an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue"? There may be longing and expectation for the future? When the children heard that it was snowing, they cheered and went to the garden and roadside in groups of three and five to make snowmen and have a snowball fight.

Some people work in groups of three. One makes snowballs, one makes snowballs, and the other looks for buttons, carrots and brooms. They are making a snowman! Some people work in pairs, one pulling the other. ...

Write a composition about the snow scene. 350 words of sporadic light snow came to the earth with uncle Feng, fluttering and soft, and it was extremely bright in laughter.

I ran downstairs excitedly, sat in the snow and breathed quietly.

I smell a faint fragrance, which is a mixture of trees and snow. It smells good. It smells good.

Then there is a smell of earth, mixed with tasteless water, very wet; Smell it again, I smell the sweetness, which is the purity of children's hearts. They are laughing, running, stepping on the thick snow and having a good time.

Open your eyes and search curiously.

I saw a wonderful meticulous painting.

The lights on the unit building lit up the falling snowflakes. Under the dim light, snowflakes danced and fell on the trees and the ground, staining the land.

This time, I want to have a close contact with Xue.

I tilted my head, and the snowflake gently floated on my face, giving me comfort.

Cyclists walk in this light, and falling snowflakes become elves waiting for them.

The night is deep, which is a beautiful background of falling snow; The night is so quiet, it is the moving music of falling snow.

Listen carefully, I heard what Miss Winter said.

She has been praising the beauty of this winter.

Everywhere is wrapped in silver, a silvery white world.

Girls in winter wipe the ground with gauze and dance on the treetops with their hair. Suddenly, a large area turned into a white carpet, which brought laughter from children.

The snow is still falling, and I am still standing in the snow dreaming.

Snow is mysterious and gentle. You can only feel it with your heart and experience it with your heart.

I hope I can help you if you don't understand. Please ask questions. Thank you O (∩ _ ∩) O I wish you progress in your studies. ...

The winter in the country has been looking forward to a winter, and the clean snowflake finally meets the city. After the storm, it fell heavily.

In the town, cars are full of people who are eager to go home, but they can only crawl back and forth on the road with their bloated bodies.

I drove slowly into the country. There are fewer and fewer "beetles", more and more snow has not melted, and the trees with all the dead leaves meet the baptism of winter with extremely neat bodies.

Excited sparrows are twittering, but it seems that only they are chatting in this field, and everything is so quiet.

The river is frozen, and occasionally the river free from the shackles of ice is splashed with a layer of ripples by several naughty children, making the quiet fragrance faint.

After the noise, with the sympathy of the rare warm sun in winter, the countryside seems to be sleeping quietly. I think only firecrackers on New Year's Eve can wake it up.

Compared with the city, the country is a fairyland of fairy tales. Put the last piece of sincerity into the embrace of the country. Here, you can have fun and find the lost beauty.

Ice and snow joke with the sun, and the sun shines on them. The world is full of the unexplored innocence of HarmonyOS's system, and there is a word engraved on the road to the countryside, called "return".

The knife of time is invisible and sharp, leaving indelible marks on all living things, but time seems unable to interfere with the tranquility and purity of this village, just like a childhood dream, which is the best memory of life.

The New Year is less than 12 hours away. In the countryside, the endless fields seem lonely and monotonous, but here, the strong Chinese flavor is intertwined with the jubilant China red. With a touch of joy, sadness will become a passer-by of yesterday and never return.

Silence is the title song here. Let's take off the mask of hypocrisy and walk into the countryside.

I remember you said that home was the only castle. As the Chun Xue River continues to flow and smile, I know my childhood dream. Don't cry, let the fireflies take you away, and the country songs will always depend on you. Go home and return to the original beauty.

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