Winter balcony scenery description 300 words

1. composition describing winter scenery 300 words plane leaves scattered in the street, the wind is getting colder and winter is coming.

Lonely and cold season, but inadvertently found beautiful traces. Snowflakes, falling, are so quiet and peaceful. Pure white sets off the brightly lit city, dignified and elegant, as if far away from the hubbub and secularity. There are crystal icicles hanging on the eaves, and the sun is shining.

Sitting in front of the window, the sun shines on your body, driving away a chill. Looking at a phoenix tree in the distance, the dark green trunk is covered with white snow, and the afterglow is scattered all around.

There is no bright moon or stars in winter night, but it adds a little mystery to this vast and boundless sky. Looking at the darkness in front of me, the memory in my mind gradually rises, full of warmth and beauty. The wind is cold and biting. However, my heart is full of longing for the future and hope for tomorrow.

In winter, it seems that there is always sadness, but in this cold, there is also a beautiful atmosphere. It is this cold that brings sadness and preciousness in winter.

(***3 14) I wrote it myself. Try and change!

2. A 300-word composition describing the winter scenery. The cold winter is coming. After a heavy snow, the whole Dongfanghong has become a world of pink jade. The willow trees are covered with silver bars, and the lawn is covered with silver. When I get up in the morning, it is foggy in winter. After the fog cleared, a beautiful scene appeared immediately. The needles of pine trees are covered with a thick layer of frost, like a white autumn chrysanthemum. In a few strokes, it is yellow. I came to Beishan Park with my sleigh. I saw white snowflakes, and I really couldn't bear to step on them. When I was walking on the stone road in Beishan, I heard a creaking sound. My 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. There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery, which I like 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. Winter is a surly teenager, sometimes docile and clever, and sometimes playing some practical jokes.

When he is happy, the sun is shining and the breeze is blowing gently. When he is unhappy, dark clouds cover the sun, and it rains and snows.

He always greedily wanted this and that, and really gave it to him, but he didn't cherish it and vandalized it. He trotted on the yellow grass after autumn, thinking that the rustling of the grass was not pleasant to hear, so he scattered snowflakes all over the sky and wrapped mountains, rivers and fields in soft velvet blankets.

He was very proud of his creation and cheered and frolicked on the snowy field. Under the care of the snow blanket, those yellow grasses had a sweet dream. In my dream, the spring breeze once gave off green buds.

However, the teenager doesn't know Cao Ermeng. He hasn't played enough. He saw a swaying leaf on the tree on the other side of the river, but the gurgling river hindered his steps.

He didn't have the patience to detour from the bridge, so he waved and raised a cold wind to freeze the river. He ran across the ice quickly, tore off the last leaf left on the branch, rubbed it in his hand until it broke, and then threw it away without pity.

Winter is a seed of love, pure, romantic and elegant. She is like a waterfall, with long hair swaying in the wind. She has a round face like a full moon, bright eyes like stars, graceful waist and enchanting charm. She came leisurely from the depths of the wilderness with a longing for sincere love.

She wore white sleeveless sleeves and danced colorful feathers among the mountains and rivers. The mountains and rivers were fascinated by her beauty, and she also changed into elegant clothes wrapped in silver makeup.

With delicate fingers, she plucked carefully, and a song slipped leisurely from the strings. The vast forest was bewitched by her piano, and she also sobbed and sang a bitter song.

Looking at the changes in the world around her because of her, her eyes and eyebrows are full of joy. Later, when she was tired, she sat down and listened, wondering if her prince charming had set foot on the journey to meet her.

Then, all was silent, even the wind stopped circling, hiding behind the clouds and holding your breath. From far to near, a handsome young man was riding a horse.

He held out his hand to the girl and the girl smiled, so innocent. Winter is a dignified middle-aged man, bold, firm and unhurried.

He is always carrying a heavy bag and walking in a hurry. Although he has lost his curiosity and impulse when he was young, he is still full of struggle.

He clearly realized that he was shouldering the mission of connecting the past with the future, and he had a long way to go, and he dared not slack off for a moment. In the north, he was very brave, not only blowing the cold wind of hunting, but also throwing colorful snowflakes. In the south, he was infected by the elegance of Jiangnan and became humble.

In his footsteps, from time to time there is a misty rain falling. So the poet sang: there are 484 temples in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are many towers in the misty rain.

His busyness and caution made him unsmiling, but in his heart, he still lost a trace of warmth and secretly dispersed. He took care of the fish swimming under the ice sheet carefully to keep them from the cold.

He let the snow melt in the sun and penetrate into the dry land. He knew that only in this way, the soil full of water would be more suitable for the growth of seedlings next spring. He let the branches of Chimonanthus praecox blossom shy flowers, making people feel the beauty of life in all kinds of sufferings ... Winter is an old man who has experienced vicissitudes, calm and sincere.

He sat in the yard where he had lived all his life, enjoying the warm sunshine in winter. In his chiseled eyebrows, you can see the lush in early spring, the enthusiasm in midsummer and the harvest in late autumn.

The fragrance of plum blossoms is floating in the air. He stretched out his bony hand and summoned his wife who had been together for life.

The two men helped each other and told stories of the past. In those stories, there are silver snakes dancing in the mountains, elephants galloping in the wax, ice melting and talking, and swallows returning.

This road, no matter how difficult it is, is hand in hand side by side and has never been separated. Their words are sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes emotional and sometimes slow.

Those fleeting years seem to be pulled back, close at hand and within reach. Gradually, the voices of the old people disappeared, replaced by dreamy eyes and quiet smiles.

Outside the window, dusk is approaching, and the cold wind is ringing the bells under the eaves, bringing the news of the recovery of everything. What is winter? Actually, there is no need to imagine too much.

Winter is simple.

3. Winter scenery description composition 300 words Winter, although not like spring, is full of green life; Not as lively as spring. Different from summer, creatures show their charm and chic: there is no boldness in summer. Unlike autumn, the fruit is heavy and the leaves are falling; No, but there is that mysterious white dream in winter, romantic and warm.

Children are looking forward to, looking forward to, and finally looking forward to the fluttering snow angels has landed on the earth. Transparent snowflakes slowly moisten the ground dried by autumn wind, and sparse branches become plump. The branches are like white Yu Lian, and the earth is covered with a thick cotton-padded jacket. Everything has changed. Become so white, so pure and so innocent.

Hi! We open our arms, relax, enjoy the feeling of snow and blend in. Smell its refreshing taste, it makes you unconsciously close your eyes and try to smell the smell that you can't smell the harder you try. Okay ... that's a very subtle feeling.

Write a composition about winter in 300 words. Find some information and refer to 1 for yourself. It doesn't seem like winter if it doesn't snow in the north.

In winter in the south, except in mountainous areas, it doesn't snow in general cities. Some people have never seen snow in their lives.

Someone has been to an artificial ice cave. A ticket costs tens of dollars in summer. Is that snow? Mixed with impurities such as coal ash, lifeless.

Too many people watch and tread, and snow loses its shape and essence. Just kidding.

Let's go north to see the snow. In winter, snow becomes the only scenery in the north.

The city is covered with snow, and Shan Ye is vast. It's really "a thousand miles of ice, snow in Wan Li". Especially in the forest area, if the snow covers the sky and the ground for a few days and nights, I suddenly get up in the morning and suddenly find that the snow has stopped along the crack of the window frost, and the world is so silent.

There are no birds chirping-how can birds resist such a cold day? If you are a child, your heart will be happy.

Children should go to school together; They went out dressed like bears. The snow on the road is so thick that it is almost as high as their height. They accidentally fell into the snow, but they were not afraid. Children want to be covered with snow, just like an old man with a white beard.

Of course, people are usually cautious, holding hands and walking along the roots. There is no wind, not sunshine, but it is sunny. Looking up, the dry branches were covered with snow, like cotton candy, and the children's little fists were beating on the trunk. The snow was frightened and fell like catkins. The children laughed, let go of their little hands and danced. The sound shocked the silent forest area, and the snow on the tree could not hold back, which was even more magnificent.

The children cut through the forest and came to a nearby primary school to study. After a day's class, by the end of the afternoon, the snow on the road had been trampled, or the bright sunshine at noon changed the snow a little. In the afternoon, when the temperature dropped again, the snow became firm and hard, like a thick floor on the ground.

At this time, if you step casually, run casually, and stomp hard, you will make a crisp sound. At most one cotton-padded shoe will sink in, but it is easy to * * *. Snow is not very slippery, unlike frozen soil. Children wear mostly rubber shoes or cloth shoes, which have resistance.

The children who have finished their homework are fidgeting, playing with snowballs and poles while walking. Wearing cotton gloves, playing a small snowball and throwing it at each other's head and face usually misses, but it hurts, but no one cries; Chasing around, occasionally hitting the face completely, even accurate to the nose, is terrible. Whoever makes a "disaster" will clean it up.

It was winter in Xiaoxing 'anling, Inner Mongolia. I used to live and study there.

After that winter, I couldn't find the feeling of winter wherever I went. Even if there is a little, I always feel that I am still unfinished and the taste is not strong.

For example, Lanzhou and Jinan are dry and cold in winter, with a little snow, but it is very short and melts in time; It won't melt completely, but it will freeze completely at night. The next morning, the streets were full of ice valves, and cars were afraid to run. It seems that their courage is broken, but there are many car accidents. In Guangzhou or Shenzhen, snow is invisible, as if it were the scenery of another world; It's usually sunny.

Just at this time, outside the balcony, the warm sun is lazy, and it is really comfortable to stick your face out. Old people and children are best suited to walk in this sunshine.

But cold air is coming, really cold, cold or wet; It's as cold inside as outside. There is no temperature difference.

If you want to be cold outside, go into your room to keep warm. If you don't use air conditioning, you will be too disappointed. So it's no problem to go to the south for the winter in principle, but you have to make full preparations for about a month.

It's much worse than the north. It always snows in winter in the north, especially in the countryside. It is snowing like a dream outside. Relatives in the city went back to the countryside and sat on the hot kang with their parents, brothers and sisters, while the children were lying down.

Boil hot tea, burn spirits and stew a large pot of ribs-no other seasonings, just a little salt. A gulp of liquor made my stomach roll; Drinking tea without drinking, Northeast dialect and Northwest dialect have the same meaning, and then listening to the whistling north wind outside the window and the snowflakes occasionally brought in when opening the door-feelings, great. I am a girl from the north. When I was young, I liked to play in the ice and snow, have snowball fights and make snowmen.

Whenever winter comes, goose feather-like snowflakes fall from the sky, one after another, like silver flowers and white butterflies. Looking forward to the world, I can only see snowflakes fluttering, like petals blowing to the ground, spinning in succession; Like the seven fairies scattered flowers, flying all over the sky.

Standing in the snow is like squatting on a cotton gin. You can only see countless cotton flowers blowing towards you and covering you with white flowers. When I got up in the morning, the wind stopped and the snow stopped.

Open the door, a white cold light stung people dazzled. So, my brother and cousin and I picked up shovels and built a snowman in the yard, with a white body, a round head, black eyes made of coal balls and a cotton nose, and it was upturned! My cousin painted the snowman's mouth in red ink again. He is laughing at us! My brother made a beautiful hat for the snowman with a piece of red paper.

The snowman suddenly became more arrogant! When the snowman piled up, it was another big fight. My cousin threw a snowball and attacked me when I was not looking. Fortunately, it's not big or medium. When I fought back, he was hit by my brother's snowball. Snowball was painted on my cousin's head, and the yard was full of laughter.

Not convinced, my cousin picked up a snowball and hit his brother. After repeated attacks, the laughter in the yard grew louder. 3。

The winter in the north is stunning, which is different from the small bridges and flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River. Very gentle and charming, but the faint pink taste is soft and greasy. Winter in the north, when it comes, is silent. Only on a sudden day did I find that the snow was thick, thrilling, vast and dotted with white, just like that, rough and spread on the land of the snow country. There are frozen water columns everywhere, and the sun shines after the first snow, but the icicles are not shaken at all. The snow country is still cold, and the snow at this latitude can't melt even with the sun. The voices of three or two people gradually disappeared, leaving only the chirp that had just stepped on the snow. It's not loud, but it can be used in.

The biting cold wind mercilessly blew away the joy of people's harvest, and the heavy snow covered all the noise and sunny mood at the same time.

In the cold wind, the topic of "hate winter" spread all over the city with the wind as the carrier, and also reached my ears in winter. But winter is not sad, she is still so calm and natural. She knows that as time goes by, her children will go home soon in spring. Winter in the story is like a behind-the-scenes worker in real life, or a person who plays a "villain" on the stage. They are willing to suffer. As long as the performance goes well, they will think that sweat is dew; No matter how the director demonizes the negative characters, he thinks it is his responsibility to successfully contrast the positive characters.

After the scenery, people often remember which actor performed well on the stage, but who can tell the master plan of the party; At the end of the film, people talk about the touching scene of the hero saving the United States, but who cares how many times the "bad guy" gets hurt because of filming "being beaten" It's true, the focus of the party is the performance of real stars, and the selling point of the movie is really the hero's character. After watching and laughing, don't forget to bring the cast behind the scenes. Only in this way, those "winters" will be very moved.

If winter comes, can spring be far behind? The philosophy contained in simple words has inspired generation after generation, but I always feel that this is a bit unfair to winter, giving people the feeling that they are advising you: stay up for another two days! Think of the flowers in spring, this damn winter is not so hard! But do you know that sowing in spring will be smooth without heavy snow? If there is no ice in winter, will the soil be wet in spring? Without the training in severe winter, will the footsteps of Miss Chun be so healthy and firm? It is true that winter is the mother of spring. Therefore, I want to pirate an old man Shelley's sentence: Without the arrival of winter, there will be no beautiful approach of spring.

Winter is a great mother. Spring is gorgeous, summer is passionate and autumn is full. Most people want to be as pure, sunny and steady as they are.

But I like winter, not that I pretend to be different, not that I pretend to have personality. I really love the coolness, selflessness and tolerance in winter. From my personality orientation, I will probably be a behind-the-scenes person in the future, and I like it as much as I like winter.

I will try my best, although I am not beautiful; I will work hard, although I am not dazzling. Because I think it is more attractive to be a "winter".

Winter of 2007 Winter of 2007, the mood was good and bad, and the days were still as dull as water, so it passed away inadvertently. I remember the first winter when I was on duty in the administrative service hall. Besides watching the news on the intranet, I occasionally go to the central forum, which is a bit boring.

The weather is very warm, and the pot of Clivia on the balcony of the living room is still lush, which makes people think it is still autumn; Newspapers and the Internet are talking about warm winters, and experts are explaining how warm winters are formed. When people meet, they say: Look, this winter must be another warm winter. Some people download novels on the computer just to kill time and relieve loneliness through reading.

I don't remember where I read the phrase "I'm not afraid of cold when I have books in winter", which really expressed my spiritual feelings. This sentence has a poetic feeling and a Zen flavor. When a good book is in hand, or when you are reading it, tea and rice will be simply sent away and you just want to read it all at once; I prefer reading before going to bed, lying down with my arms around me and sinking my heart into the dead of night. Just like Zhu said, "Stand up, straighten your bones, and don't feel sleepy, if there is a sword behind you", you will hold your breath, and all your troubles and distractions will quietly escape, only hearing the ticking of the clock and the screaming of books. That feeling is really wonderful; No wonder the ancients said that "clothes are warm and vegetables are fragrant, and only reading tastes long." Thanks to the books I have read, they have given me happiness and wisdom.

I watched a Wolf Totem twice, which really benefited me a lot. "The old home has been in the world for hundreds of years, which is nothing more than merit; The best thing in the world, or reading ",is wonderful! In my spare time, I often look at the white clouds floating in the air, thinking about the dull days now and what to do when my son grows up. I began to worry about the future. I didn't want to think about these questions, but life can't choose, but I want better answers.

More and more, I feel that such a simple little wish will be possible and out of reach. I just want a less complicated atmosphere, or an environment.

I don't want to write those decadent articles either, but when I am depressed, I have a special impulse to write some articles, which will inevitably bring a little melancholy. Is this myself? I don't know.

Maybe it's my true self hidden in my heart, but I'll never be what others think of me. Sometimes, suddenly someone will ask me, why are you unhappy? I cocked my head for a long time and shook my head. I don't know, obviously there is nothing unhappy in my heart! However, I don't want to talk, I don't want to talk.

Some people will say, why are you always so happy? Yes, what's the trouble? However, I still don't want to talk. However, after the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, overnight, Xinyang was wrapped in silver; The temperature plummeted and it snowed continuously.

The local winter is exceptionally pure, pure white and white, just like the world. Probably, the most unexpected beauty is "like a strong wind in spring, which blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". In the morning, when you are sleepy, open the heavy curtains and you will see a beautiful glass world. It's a surprise, white package, especially enchanting.

The gentlest beauty is in the afternoon, leaning alone in front of the bright window, holding a steaming cup of tea in your hand, and the aroma lingers in the room. Looking at the falling snow outside the window, such as catkins, you can feel the tranquility of time and space quietly. The most romantic beauty is dusk and gloomy sky, which will suddenly raise snowflakes; Under the street lamp, the vaguely elongated figure is waiting and expecting.

The most magnificent thing is that many years ago, under the heavy snow, that mountain, that tree, that Yuan Ye, that hut. Thousands of miles of ice, Wan Li snow, is a mountain dance silver snake, the original wax figure is so charming.

The most nostalgic beauty is ignorant boys and girls, blushing and heartbeat, playing hand in hand on the smooth ice. In the rustling air, even in crowded streets, a sense of loss and loneliness will come with the deep chill.

6. 1 winter scenery description 300-word winter scenery composition

I like the spring when everything recovers, the sunny summer and the fruity autumn, but I like the snowy winter best.

Snowflakes are flying in winter. Little snowflakes, like lovely children, danced in the air and landed on the house, the ground and the trees. After a while, the snow stopped and a brand-new world appeared in front of me. The house and the ground are white, and the trees seem to be wrapped in silver. In the distance, some children are having a snowball fight with the snowman. ...

In the street, some old people and uncles and aunts walked carefully for fear of tripping. Looks like a toddler. The car on the road moves slowly like a big snail. It is difficult for the police uncle to direct the traffic. Look, how serious is he? At this moment, a little dog came running. It shook off the snow and cried happily, as if to say, "What a beautiful winter! I really like winter. " People always say, "Xue Rui portends a good year." Yes, snow can freeze the pests in the field to death, so that the seeds planted in spring will not be destroyed by pests again, so the rice grown in the next year's crops is full.

Winter has added endless happiness to my childhood. I like winter.

7. Write a landscape composition in winter. Autumn is more prosperous than spring. The spring with flowers and trees is beautiful, but the fruitful autumn colors reveal the joy of harvest; Autumn is more colorful than summer. Although the summer with dense branches and leaves is charming, the autumn colors of golden leaves and green trees are even more refreshing. Autumn is more energetic than winter. Snow-capped winter is lovely, but the golden autumn with fragrant melons and fruits is more colorful. Autumn came to the Woods. From a distance, yellow leaves fall in pairs like golden butterflies. Tired of flying, they landed on my shoulders, head and feet. Brought my thoughts from green summer to golden autumn. As soon as I turned around, another peach leaf fell beside me. I bent down to pick it up and held it in my hand to study it carefully. What a special autumn leaf! It hasn't come yet, it has completely faded, and it still exudes a strong aroma. Autumn came to the orchard, persimmon bent down, bent down, and the branches were about to break. Sister litchi was so fat that she broke her clothes and showed her bulging white belly. Huge apples are covered with branches, showing sweet smiles, or shy or bold. The girl in autumn came to the farmland, and the corn was very happy. It specially changed into a new golden dress, grinning and showing golden teeth. In order to make themselves more beautiful, tomatoes put lipstick on their faces; The potato may have been too excited to break its green mouth and show its yellow tongue. Autumn has come, and the garden has become a paradise for chrysanthemums. They may like this heavy gold, so they choose to bloom their beauty in autumn. Chrysanthemums come in many colors: yellow, pink and white. . Big flowers and curly petals are like a little girl with curly hair. Wandering in the chrysanthemum garden or enjoying a pot of colorful chrysanthemums alone, slowly intoxicated by that fragrance. Autumn brings gold to the earth and cotton-like clouds to the blue sky. Autumn wind, as cool as water, dyed the world yellow with chill.

I like this crisp autumn season!

8. How to write a composition about the scenery in winter? Winter is a very beautiful season.

It is neither as warm as spring, nor as hot as summer, nor as sunny as autumn, but winter is equally charming.

People come and go in the street, and the traffic is heavy. Holly on the side of the road still held her head high and straightened her waist. There are all kinds of snacks: jiaozi, vermicelli, fried rice ... to dazzle you. The air conditioner in the supermarket is on, and there are many kinds: vegetables, jiaozi, fruits, drinks ... You really have everything.

When the wind blows, snowflakes flutter like white feathers. The road stretches into the distance like a jade belt, the fallen leaves are covered with hairy silver bars, the evergreen pine and cypress trees in winter and summer are covered with fluffy snowballs, and the earth is like an endless blanket.

I love winter, and I love this beautiful scenery even more!

9. A composition describing the scenery in winter 300 words The leaves of plane trees are scattered in the street, the wind is getting colder, and winter is coming.

In this lonely and cold season, Bai inadvertently found traces of beauty. Snow, falling, so quiet and peaceful.

Pure white sets off the brightly lit city, dignified and elegant, as if far away from the hubbub and secularity. There are crystal icicles hanging on the eaves, and the sun is shining.

Sitting by the window, the sun shone on me, driving away a chill. Looking at a phoenix tree in the distance, the dark green trunk is covered with white snow, and the afterglow is scattered all around.

Tao has no bright moon and stars in winter night, but it adds a bit of mystery to this endless sky. Looking at the darkness in front of me, the memory in my mind gradually rises, full of warmth and beauty.

The wind is cold and biting. However, my heart is full of longing for the future and hope for tomorrow.

In winter, it seems that there is always sadness, but in this cold, there is also a beautiful atmosphere. It is this cold that brings sadness and beauty in winter, and also brings precious beauty in winter.

(***3 14) I wrote it myself. Try it and change it.

10. The composition describing the winter scenery is about 200 to 300 words.

Write scenery in 300 words in Grade Three.

Autumn flew away unconsciously and ushered in the cold breath of winter.

Grandpa Dong came to the grass garden and waved his hand. A piece of grass turned into a white carpet. A child came up and said, "Ah! Why is there a white carpet on the grass? "

Grandpa Dong came to the clothing store and blew it gently, all the clothes were thickened. When the boss came to the store, he said happily, "Winter is coming, and my brand-name suit needs to be changed into a thick one."

Grandpa Dong came to the orchard, stepped on it, and all the fruits and vegetables fell to the ground. The little ants saw it and shouted, "Guys, come on, I found a lot of food, enough for us to eat all winter!" "

Grandpa Ke came to the world again, waving his hands around and scattering pieces of white and beautiful snowflakes. Some children taste the taste of snow with their tongues, some sweet, some salty and some bitter. . . . . . Some hands spread out and run fast, as if embracing winter.

Although winter is very cold, it brings us a lot of happiness! I love winter!