Please write a short composition about scenery. Urgent~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Snow's thoughts

North. Winter. Quarter moon. Neon. The first snow begins to drift.

A person sits behind a curtain of snow and mist, listening to the sound of snow falling. The falling dead leaves were quickly covered by the snow, disappearing instantly like a particle of dust, sinking together with my memory.

It seems that every winter is spent like this, curling up in your own warm cabin, lighting a flickering lamp, listening to music, sipping steaming tea, reading your favorite book, Looking at the wind, frost, rain and snow sliding past the window, it comes again and again year after year. I would like to live in my own castle like this and watch the years pass by quietly. I don’t know whether the traces of time have been put on my face or engraved in my heart. I know that one day my eyes will no longer be as clear as snowflakes. After a heavy snowfall many years later, will the woman behind the snow curtain remember her past and snow's thoughts?

Looking up at the pedestrians on the road, everyone is walking in a hurry. The winter solstice has not yet arrived, and the cold at this moment is not yet biting. I must be walking alone on the road, looking at the swaying leaves that are about to fall, and I will feel a little desolate, and suddenly feel the warmth of home, and I can't help but feel He quickened his pace. I am reminded of that ancient poem again, "Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night." Thinking of this, I couldn't help but want to laugh, not at others, but at myself. Sitting in the room all day long and thinking wildly, reality and illusion have become blurred to the point of indistinguishability. Many scenes have obviously never been experienced before and will never be realized, but they are indescribably familiar and frightening. It was as if wings were born in my heart, traveling through time and space, drifting, flying one journey after another for me. It turns out that imagination can be so real, and it can also be so absurd.

Suddenly I remembered an old song from many years ago: Collect your emotions, leave a blank space in your memories, forget the past you once had, and never say love again... I like these honest old songs, Just a few words can relieve all the worries. How many of the vague promises made back then can be fulfilled? It is unknown and impossible to prove. I just know that it can no longer bring any excitement or dizziness, just like the fireworks blooming in the night sky, the beauty only belongs to her for a moment, the strong wind blows away, the prosperity comes to an end, and everything returns to nothing.

The moonlight and snowy shadows roll in through the window, sprinkle on the table by the window, sprinkle on my forehead, and moisten my soul. Her fingertips danced again, expressing her loneliness. It's just a game and a dream, but the rules of such a game are unpredictable. In such a dream, you can see the other side, but you can't swim across it. This play is very exciting, it will be played when it should be played, and it will end when it should end. This game is very helpless, from clear to blurred, from spring flowers to autumn dew. Like a wisp of wind or a scene of snow, it rises and falls at will, not knowing the direction or the end point.

"Although what has gone has gone, what has come is still coming; how hurried is it in between?" "Hurry" written by Mr. Zhu Ziqing made me sigh. It turns out that everything is destined to be hurried and poor. I can't chase it in my life.

The snow outside the window has stopped. I stopped where I was, like a tired butterfly, unable to fly away.

Answer: Lanxue 9999 - Level 3 2009-10-18 09:31

Report A person sits behind a curtain of snow and mist, listening to the sound of snow falling. The falling dead leaves were quickly covered by the snow, disappearing instantly like a particle of dust, sinking together with my memory.

It seems that every winter is spent like this, curling up in your own warm cabin, lighting a flickering lamp, listening to music, sipping steaming tea, reading your favorite book, Looking at the wind, frost, rain and snow sliding past the window, it comes again and again year after year. I would like to live in my own castle like this and watch the years pass by quietly. I don’t know whether the traces of time have been put on my face or engraved in my heart. I know that one day my eyes will no longer be as clear as snowflakes. After a heavy snowfall many years later, will the woman behind the snow curtain remember her past and snow's thoughts?

Looking up at the pedestrians on the road, everyone is walking in a hurry. The winter solstice has not yet arrived, and the cold at this moment is not yet biting. I must be walking alone on the road, looking at the swaying leaves that are about to fall, and I will feel a little desolate, and suddenly feel the warmth of home, and I can't help but feel He quickened his pace. I am reminded of that ancient poem again, "Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night." Thinking of this, I couldn't help but want to laugh, not at others, but at myself. Sitting in the room all day long and thinking wildly, reality and illusion have become blurred to the point of indistinguishability. Many scenes have obviously never been experienced before and will never be realized, but they are indescribably familiar and frightening. It was as if wings were born in my heart, traveling through time and space, drifting, flying one journey after another for me. It turns out that imagination can be so real, and it can also be so absurd.

Suddenly I remembered an old song from many years ago: Collect your emotions, leave a blank space in your memories, forget the past you once had, and never say love again... I like these honest old songs, Just a few words can relieve all the worries. How many of the vague promises made back then can be fulfilled? It is unknown and impossible to prove. I just know that it can no longer bring any excitement or dizziness, just like the fireworks blooming in the night sky, the beauty only belongs to her for a moment, the strong wind blows away, the prosperity comes to an end, and everything returns to nothing.

The moonlight and snowy shadows roll in through the window, sprinkle on the table by the window, sprinkle on my forehead, and moisten my soul.

Her fingertips danced again, expressing her loneliness. It's just a game and a dream, but the rules of such a game are unpredictable. In such a dream, you can see the other side, but you can't swim across it. This play is very exciting, it will be played when it should be played, and it will end when it should end. This game is very helpless, from clear to blurred, from spring flowers to autumn dew. Like a wisp of wind or a scene of snow, it rises and falls at will, not knowing the direction or the end point.

"Although what has gone has gone, what has come is still coming; how hurried is it in between?" "Hurry" written by Mr. Zhu Ziqing made me sigh. It turns out that everything is destined to be hurried and poor. I can't chase it in my life.

The snow outside the window has stopped. I stopped where I was, like a tired butterfly, unable to fly away.

Answer: asahfhf - Level 12009-10-18 10:58

Reporting on winter, I love you

The afterglow of the setting sun lazily climbs over the white and smooth skin of the mountain; it shines warmly on this quiet land, and the clouds in the sky drift by, as if they are following the footsteps of their companions. ; The warm blue jade-like lake flows slowly, with a few small boats leaning across the lake, and a few fishing fires faintly shining. Maybe when the scenery is too lonely, your mood will sing, and the singing will accompany the lake. It brought me to those nostalgic past years, with a little sadness. But when I turned around and wanted to leave, I saw the other side of the mountain. That is where the sun rises again. Maybe tomorrow spring will Coming! The warm sunshine is flashing on the lake, and the last batch of red leaves in the mountain forest are still standing proudly on the branches. The bright red and green colors, which are not harmonious, form a unique winter scene. Sometimes, when a gust of wind blows, the leafless branches make a rustling sound, which can also make people feel desolate and sad. But if you look at those branches again, the new buds have already been gestated. These fluffy and inconspicuous buds make you immediately think of the future spring and the days of vitality and flowers.

Walking in the snow is even more interesting. There is only a trace of wind in the sky, holding Feifei Ruixue like the string of a kite. Looking up, this trace of wind dominates the butterfly-like snowflakes. Sometimes they fall down, sometimes they spin and fly, and sometimes they swing leisurely. He threw himself to the ground and landed on a pedestrian. Snowflakes are like a naughty child who never gets tired of playing with people, brushing people's heated faces, turning into droplets of water and flowing onto the eyebrows and beards, forming small ice particles. The white snowflakes fall quietly and flutter in the air. In a short while, there will be a thin layer on the ground. When your feet step on it, it will sing cheerful footsteps for you, "Creak, creak, squeak, ". Along with the sound of footsteps, you can spread the wings of your imagination, pursue your best memories, and embrace the happiness in your heart! You might as well take a deep breath, and the cool and sweet floral fragrance will penetrate into your heart and spleen. You can't help but think of a pure heart, and you will feel that the whole world is so pure

Wake up in the morning, winter fog After the fog dispersed, a strange scene appeared immediately. The needles of the green pines were covered with thick white frost, like a tree of white autumn chrysanthemums; the branches of the deciduous trees were covered with snow, like a cloud of snow. The trees are carved with white jade; the silver threads of weeping willows are floating, and the bushes have turned into white coral bushes. They are all in various shapes and forms, making people confused and immersed in a fairy tale world

There are four seasons in a year. Each season offers a different view, but I love the majestic scenery best when it snows in winter. In winter, when the snow falls heavily, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of white snow give people a cool and soothing feeling. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, even my soul is being purified, becoming pure and beautiful.

The snow at dusk is deep, as if there are thousands of emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, able to submerge everything, and there is a sense of nakedness like uncovering the hidden head and revealing the tail. The snowflakes have various shapes and are crystal clear, like warriors on an expedition, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing on a long voyage...

The scenery in the snow is extremely magnificent, between heaven and earth. It was all the same color, only a piece of silver could be seen, as if the whole world was decorated with silver.

After the snow, the continuous white snow decorates the world. The green branches and jade leaves, the pink jade bricks, and the bright colors are really a gratifying scene of auspicious snow and a good year.

I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter even more. Winter is the growth ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

Winter is coming, can spring be far behind? ”

With the coming of winter, people have put on thick cotton clothes to isolate themselves from the cold wind and frost. The coming of winter has also brought everything into a period of "dead silence", leaving people with eyes full of exhaustion... …

That winter, the Clivia I planted had become sick two months ago. When winter came, it lost all its green color and became a pile of dead branches. I was very sad. Months of hard work went into vain, so I neither threw it away nor removed it from the pot immediately, so I didn't care about it anymore.

In this way, I spent the winter of that year in regret. Every time I touched the cold flowerpot, bursts of sadness and helplessness filled my heart. I can still feel it when I think of it. That winter is long.

After the spring of the second year, I made up my mind to remove the dead branches and free up the flower pots to plant spider plants. So, I used a small shovel to dig up the soil and prepare to uproot it.

But at this moment, a miracle happened. As soon as I inserted the shovel into the thick dry soil and dug twice, I heard a crisp cracking sound, and then I saw the pieces of the porcelain flowerpot scattered on the floor. But when I took a closer look, I saw that wrapped in layers of soil and as thick as a white beard were the roots of the Clivia that seemed dead last winter. Not only were they not necrotic, but they became more lush and branched again and again. . Now, it has become so lush that it fills the entire flower pot, like dragon claws tightly attached to the porcelain flower pot. No wonder it breaks when touched.

Seeing this, I quickly trimmed the tangled roots and replanted them in pots. One month after the results, each flower pot sprouted cute little buds of Clivia.

I have to marvel at this scene. After brewing throughout the winter, it actually grew again and flourished. I am simply impressed by this miracle of winter. This kind of admiration is wholehearted, from the eyes to the heart, I have to sincerely lament its tenacious vitality.

When I think about it, how foolish I was to give up the opportunity for a new life so hastily during the winter. That thick cotton coat really blocked out all the joy and hope brought by the new life. But now I understand that the temporary "dead silence" is to allow us to appreciate life and appreciate life more truly.

In winter, plants can rely on their yearning for spring to be reborn after the "dead silence" of winter. What about that person? In winter, you can also look forward to spring and gain greater new life and hope. The magic of life forces us to be in awe, so we should take courage and action, like the Clivia with withered stems and leaves. When the spring light shines on the earth, you will be as beautiful as a Siberian butterfly, and then break out of the ice. Find a brighter you.

Snow, I love you, your flawlessness, your whiteness, and your naughtyness.

You are a small speck in the sky, nourishing the crops and fields, you You are pieces of white cloth that put a white coat on the earth. You are a happy atmosphere that makes children feel happy and relieved.

When I was about to go to school, I was petrified by the sight in front of me, ah! It's snowing, and I'm so happy. I no longer feel cold due to the biting cold wind, because my mood has overcome the cold. The snow is getting heavier and heavier, from the endless The sky gently falls down, one after another, fluttering, fluttering... one after another, a piece of crystal is like jade, white and flawless, spreading to the fairy in the sky. The jade leaves and silver flowers are like the white angels sent by the Heavenly Palace. They are so beautiful and selflessly dress up the earth into the white kingdom in fairy tales.

Snowflakes come in all kinds of shapes, with about 20,000 kinds. Some of them are as magnificent as hexagons

and some are like naughty elves that only dig into your hair and collar

. The snowflakes danced happily on the ground, as if showing off themselves: "How beautiful I am

!"

The sky is white, the ground is white, and the snowflakes are shining. Sprinkle.

Facing such a world covered in silver, I couldn't help feeling a little happy, so I integrated into this white world with the mood of

walking on the snow to enjoy the winter.

It snowed for a long time. Until night, I looked out the window. It was already dark, but

The snow was still falling. The ground was completely white, and no one had stepped on it. , I have been troubled by a question in my mind: "Why is the snow so white?" "It's time to go to bed" my mother's voice came to my ears, "Oh, Got it! "Looking at the snow that is still falling, I wonder what the school will be like tomorrow?

It snowed all night. The next morning, when I looked around, the first thing I saw was a vast expanse of white. Taking a closer look, the heavy snow bent the branches and the roof was covered with a quilt. Snowflake seems to be a magical magician, covering everything in white

robes. I came to the school with eagerness and saw the campus after the snow.

It was like a fairy tale school made of snow. The students were making snowmen and having snowball fights, and everything was full of

Shouts of joy.

Answer: wsybbtyy - Level 1 2009-10-18 20:31

Report The best thing is a little snow. Look, the dwarf pine trees on the mountain are getting darker and darker, with a bun of white flowers on the top of the tree, like a Japanese nanny. The top of the mountain is all white, giving the blue sky a silver edge. On the hillside, the snow is thicker in some places, and the grass is still exposed in some places; in this way, one part is white and the other is dark yellow, giving the mountains a floral dress with water patterns; look at it, this floral dress It seems to be blown by the wind, making you wish to see a little more beautiful mountain skin. When it was almost sunset, the yellowish sunshine slanted on the mountainside, and the thin snow seemed to suddenly become shy, revealing a slight pink color. It's just a light snowfall, Jinan can't stand heavy snowfall, those hills are too delicate.

Winter is here, and so is the cold wave. Snow is flying all over the sky, and the whole world is dressed in white.

After bidding farewell to the autumn of abundant harvests, the winter of flying snowflakes has finally arrived.

It snowed, and pieces of snowflakes fell from the sky. After a while, the ground, trees, and roofs all turned white.

Spring mornings are warm, summer mornings are lively, autumn mornings are peaceful, but what about winter?

At dawn, I was walking on the way to school with my schoolbag on my back. The boundary between heaven and earth is so hazy: the mountains are white, the sky is white, and white mist is floating on the water. I wanted to touch this strange fog, but it was like a naughty child, running away to the east and west...

The cold wind roared "whirring", using its thick... His fingers arbitrarily grabbed the pedestrian's hair and pricked the pedestrian's skin like needles. Pedestrians had no choice but to button up their winter coats tightly, put their hands in their pockets, shrink their necks, and walk quickly. However, the pines and cypresses on both sides of the road stand upright in high spirits, proudly facing the wind, frost, rain and snow, inspiring people to move forward bravely.

The shops on the street have opened one after another. I didn't care to admire the dazzling array of goods or taste the mouth-watering food. I speeded up and went to school to find the winter morning.

The rising sun seemed to be rolling in the gray fog. I vaguely saw heads on the playground: one, two, three... The playground gradually became lively. Look, an old teacher is coming over there, and several young pioneers are saluting him. The old teacher is smiling and nodding...

There are four seasons in a year, and each season is different. There are different views, but my favorite is the majestic view in the winter when it snows. In winter, when the snow falls heavily, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of white snow give people a cool and soothing feeling. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, even my soul is being purified, becoming pure and beautiful.

The snow at dusk is deep, as if there are thousands of emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, able to submerge everything, and there is a sense of nakedness like uncovering the hidden head and revealing the tail. The snowflakes have various shapes and are crystal clear, like warriors on an expedition, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing on a long voyage...

The scenery in the snow is extremely magnificent, between heaven and earth. It was all the same color, only a piece of silver could be seen, as if the whole world was decorated with silver.

After the snow, the continuous white snow decorates the world. The green branches and jade leaves, the pink jade bricks, and the bright colors are really a gratifying scene of auspicious snow and a good year.

I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter even more. Winter is the growth ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.

As soon as autumn is over, it’s winter. Winter is the coldest season of the four seasons.

Winter has not arrived yet, but the weather is already extremely cold. The strong wind blew the trees this way and that, and the lowest temperature had dropped to below zero. I was sleeping in bed at night and heard the wind blowing outside, like a tiger roaring. The strong wind made the windows of my house make a "bang bang" sound, which made it difficult for the elderly to sleep. The sound was so loud that it could wake up even sleeping people. I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, quietly listening to the wind roaring like a tiger... After a long, long time, I fell asleep in a daze.

When I got up in the morning, I walked outside the house. The wind was still blowing and showed no sign of decreasing. The wind was so strong that it almost knocked me down, making me almost unable to stand. At this time, I was dressed like a big fat man. Although I wore so many and thick clothes, the wind still penetrated my body vigorously. At this time, I saw pedestrians on the road all taking out various weapons to resist the cold, such as cotton coats, cotton coats, down jackets, scarves, hats... However, some people were still saying: "It's so cold, it's so cold." Dead! ”

It’s already so cold before winter comes. If winter really comes, I don’t know how cold it will be! It might freeze people to death

I always felt that I was out of breath staying at home alone, so I went out for a walk with my grandma.

When I walked out the door, I couldn't help but take a breath of the air after the rain. The air was so fresh. I saw that the thorn tree flowers that were in full bloom last week were frightened by the cold wind and fell. The thorns of the wild roses in the community were not as strong as before. When I pressed the thorns, they fell off, and the pink petals also fell. Falling down one after another.

On the flower bed, dead leaves fell on it, turning into bowls of sweet spring water after the rain. Walking on the Wutong Road, pieces of Wutong leaves were piled on the ground. The north wind blew, and they jumped onto the road like a group of naughty and cute little people. The north wind also jumped up and down in my clothes.

A few cypress trees next to the 576 station still stand upright without fear. They are so strong and tall. There are several chrysanthemums placed next to the school gate, which seem to add a bit of vitality to the deserted campus.

A few children were playing around the pool on campus. The elderly were sitting in groups of three and two by the pool, chatting about the past and the present. The water waves were rippling, reflecting the surrounding lights and making them sparkling.

When we came to the bamboo trees in the north of the mountain, we saw them standing resolutely on the grass. The north wind blew through, and they shook their heads, as if they were not afraid of the cold winter.

Unknowingly, I was standing in front of the door of our house. I was still looking at the beautiful scenery in winter and refused to look back...

Looking up, I saw the dark blue The sky is so charming. There were bright little stars twinkling in the sky, and they gathered more and more, as if they were dancing on the blue carpet, and they seemed to be blinking and talking to me. ah! The night is so magical, the moon has just climbed up the treetops, giving off its bright light. At night, it seemed very quiet.

This is winter on campus, a beautiful and quiet winter.

Winter mornings are beautiful, if you don’t believe it, please take a look——

Every morning when I open the door and go out, the biting cold wind blows and hits me from time to time. . And, occasionally, naughty little snowflakes will fall down like a dance. There are all kinds of hexagonal snowflakes: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like scraps of paper... They are really beautiful. When it falls on the ground, it seems to be covered with a thick blanket; when it falls on a tree, it is like being dressed in silver; when it falls on a car, it is like a freshly baked cream cake. This beautiful snow scene immerses people in the fresh air. Everywhere is covered in silver, so beautiful.

However, what makes people feel the breath of winter first at home is the ice flowers on the windows. Some are like forests and full of mystery; some are like streams, as if they are quietly Flowing; some are like Santa Claus, seeming to come to deliver gifts to people... Miss Winter is so ingenious!

In the club, it was even more crowded and very lively. People are wearing thick cotton clothes, like cotton bags. They (she) performed morning exercises accompanied by beautiful music.

The artificial lake was covered with a thick layer of ice. Some naughty little students were playing and playing on the lake, and bursts of laughter could be heard from the lake from time to time. …

Winter is very cold. To be honest, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I feel strange. Ah, I love winter, because in winter "the strong wind knows the strong grass", I love its character.