Five essays of 1,000 words on winter

This winter is really beautiful, so beautiful that it makes time feel shy...

This winter is very poetic

This winter is really beautiful It's so beautiful that it makes time feel shy.

The sun often shines during this period, which makes me feel particularly grateful for this extremely cold season. It is hard to imagine that the plains of western Sichuan would have such good weather in winter, and this good weather has appeared for many days. Surrounded by sunshine, clear sky, and gentle breeze every day.

I finally understood why the drizzle in the past few days was brewing. It turned out that it was laboriously nurturing this brightness and vastness.

Sometimes I worry that this kind of good weather will be fleeting. I really wish there was something that could store this kind of sunshine, so that I can turn it on for warmth when it gets cold and freezing. Maybe use the mouse to copy this weather, and then paste those sunny moods on the coldest days. So I cherish these years very much.

Spring is gorgeous, but sometimes too immature; summer is vigorous, but sometimes too frivolous; autumn is bright, but sometimes too solemn. I love this profound and romantic winter.

It’s another sunny day. The sky is so vast, with only a few faint white clouds dotting the pure blue, but floating in the distant sky like a gossamer, like a landscape painting. The white space in. Very romantic beauty. Looking up at the sky, it is a clear blue, very pure and transparent. That stretch of blue is the cutest color I’ve seen in this winter. The entire sky looks like a few elegant peonies blooming on a dark blue background.

A gust of wind blows, and the leaves on the tree whisper, like butterflies fluttering their wings. Occasionally, the words of a few leaves are heard by the wind. If you are not careful, a few yellow leaves linger. The pieces of abandon fell from the trees, just like a set of images falling from a poem. In this winter, these leaves have completed their lifelong mission after years of immersion. Leaves fall and return to their roots, and in the next spring day when flowers bloom, you can still hear them singing the poetry of spring among the branches.

In such a season, people can’t help but think of depression, loneliness, melancholy and loneliness, and sometimes they are even so deeply immersed that they cannot escape. At this time, maybe your heart is snowing, or maybe you are shouldering some kind of mental trauma. But when these lovely lights are floating outside your window, can you refuse this warmth?

Open the window, open the small window of your soul, the sunshine will warm your reverie, the breeze will It will sort out your complicated emotions, and the sunshine will shine on your body, your face, and illuminate your lonely soul.

I put these warm sunshine into my words. I really hope that more people can feel this warmth.

So I always like to put myself in the boundless wilderness on days with sunshine and blue sky to bask in the sun, bask in my body, and bask in my heart that is wetted by the world. In such a time, you can admire the heaven and earth and wander your thoughts. I feel very relaxed and comfortable. A rare sense of relief and lightness suddenly came over me. It feels like this world is extremely beautiful.

I love this winter deeply. This winter is like a warm little poem laid on the back of the years. Singing the most poetic songs for this time.

What I like about winter

Some people like spring because the misty rain and fog in spring cover the whole world, and they like the feeling of being there; some people like summer because it is brilliant. The sunshine spreads all over the earth, and they like the vibrant scene; some people like autumn because of the falling red leaves, which bring numerous fruits, and like the joy of harvest; and I like winter because of the bitterness The cold wind blocks the progress of all things. I like the only uneven season among the four seasons, and the test that needs to be overcome.

It seems that people don’t like winter. There is no poetry and picturesqueness brought by falling snow, only the unruly character of winter. No matter how much everything in the world hates the cold, it insists on freezing the entire earth, but , this is just what we see on the surface. In fact, we don’t know that behind the severe cold, there is quietly new hope.

The grass that can survive in the winter will surely grow into a green space in the next spring, because he has overcome the test that winter has given him and learned to be strong. He will eventually use his perseverance to Create a miracle.

Nature is like this, so why shouldn’t life be like this? If life only had warm springs, sunny summers, and fruit-laden autumns, then there would only be endless joy, wouldn’t it be very monotonous and tasteless? Life needs winter. As the saying goes: There is no fragrance of plum blossoms without a bone-chilling cold. Life must have setbacks and adversities before we can usher in the dawn of success, and winter is the season that gives us setbacks and adversities. Looking back at the praised strong men in history, such as Leo Tolstoy, Beethoven, and Napoleon, they all overcame the severe cold in the winter of life. They became more and more courageous with each setback, and finally were able to push away the ice and snow. Plenty of fruits under the ice and snow.

We will experience the winter of life many times on the road of growth. At first, I looked at it with disgust, but later, I found that the winter of life has given me a lot. Things that cannot be obtained in spring, summer, and autumn, slowly, I treat it with a grateful heart. It is the winter of life that allows me to learn to defeat the ice and snow in the cold and see the fruits in the ice and snow.

I remember that in the last semester, winter came back to me. In the school selection competition for the hexaathlon, I was eliminated. I was really unwilling to accept it because of how much I had paid before the competition. Despite my hard work and tears, I just missed the opportunity to participate in the city competition. But later, I didn’t shed tears like before. I learned that there are people outside the world, and success cannot always belong to me. I should learn to face it with a smile. I found that winter seemed to be moved by my smile at failure. The severe cold gradually recedes, and I once again welcome the hope of spring.

Looking back, I suddenly discovered that before the arrival of spring, winter had already given me a gift for overcoming the severe cold, which is the most precious strength in the world. Being strong is not about getting up after falling once, but getting up after falling, falling again, and getting up again. This kind of strength is something that no other season can give me except winter.

I like winter because it gives me new spring-like hope in the severe cold test. Now, I have faced the winter of life with a grateful heart. It is gratitude that makes me happy. My attitude towards the winter of life has changed.

Thanks to winter, it allows me to see the extraordinary side of nature; grateful to winter, it allows me to experience the severe cold and finally learn to be strong; grateful to winter, it allows me to understand: difficulties and setbacks are Only by rushing over the unexpected stones in the river of life can wonderful waves splash

Winter fish pot

The cold wind blows coldly, the wormwood is bleak in the wind, and the earth It was a gray and desolate time. When night fell, people all hurriedly went home. But my brother and I still haven’t seen our father return home. We looked across the alley, and a shadow gradually became clear in the darkness, carried by the cold wind. We finally waited for my father to return from work and buy fish.

The fat-headed fish has a big head and a small tail. It is a cheap fish in the market and is very suitable for my father’s purchasing power. It is very difficult for my father to support a family of four with his meager income. So he rarely smiled, and only heyed a few times when he handed us the straw rope for tying the fish. He had no cotton-padded clothes on his body, and his hands and feet kept shaking in the cold night, and his waist shrunk into the shape of a lobster. This was the deepest impression he left on us.

I ran and handed the fish to my mother. The younger brother staggered after him. The mother took the fish, scraped the scales, removed the gills, and opened the belly. The whole fathead fish is built into pieces. When the weather is cold, we cook fish in a pot. I begged my mother. OK, OK! OK! OK!!! My brother echoed.

The aroma of rapeseed oil mixed with the thick smoke rising from the pine branches filled the air. The kitchen became a warm heart, calling the whole family around the stove. My brother and I took turns adding firewood to the stove, and tongues of flame licked out from the stove mouth. My mother's figure was posted on the back wall, sometimes bigger and sometimes smaller, mottled and swaying. The cold wind wrapped around the window lattice, making a whining sound. The temperature inside the room rose, and the heat rushed towards the cold outside.

The water in the pot is boiling. Gulu gulu, the sound of fish rolling in the water, from one sequence to another. This is the most beautiful music in the world, conveying the message of happiness in the world.

When the fish was cooked, my father’s dark and stern face showed love and smile. He gave the order and picked up his chopsticks! As soon as the sound stopped, my brother and I had already put our chopsticks into the pot at the fastest speed. We devoured piece after piece. The scene in front of them revealed bursts of joy in the eyes of father and mother. Now, when I think of the fish pot, my brother and I ate like wolves and tigers, and I still laugh secretly in my heart.

That time when we were fishing in a pot, my father picked up a piece and put it back into the pot. He and his mother only ate the fish soup with rice. My father pulled out the crossed chopsticks, picked out a few large, boneless pieces of fish, and placed them in another clean bowl. I know what he is doing.

My parents are kind-hearted people. On cold days, they know how to use kindness to bring warmth to the people around them. A cold wind is blowing outside the window, and every gust of wind blows into their hearts, and it will turn into a sigh. Even if you are dressed warmly, there are still people in the world who are naked and suffer from the cold! Every time they cook fish. , they would say, let alone eating fish, there are still people in this world who can’t even eat enough to fill their bellies!

When parents want to eat their own piece of fish, they hesitate After thinking about it, I put it back in the pot. There is a lonely old man living next door. Before my brother and I had finished eating, they made sure that we brought some large, boneless fish to the old man while it was still hot.

Buried by the garden in winter

The lost oath can only be buried but cannot disappear. In the winter under the blue sky, the ice flowers are not enough to be wiped off, but they are surrounded by the fragrance of the garden

In the deep clouds of Li, there stands a very ancient castle full of simple elements, without mediocre decorations. From the outside, it looks like only a wall of lettuce is allowed to run wild.

Perhaps you can guess that there are many surprises in the castle with such gurgling water, but first of all, if you stay in your heart, you will definitely be intoxicated by the tranquility of such mist.

The unique wooden door is very different from other castles, but you should be surprised by the remaining patina and the clear creaking sound. When I first smell it, I feel happy. It is a very elegant smell, which feels a bit floral. Primrose and Weilan pushed open the door and walked in. They really couldn't believe their always confident eyes. Surrounded by a high wall outside, there was a colorful scene with many flower stalks that I had never seen before. I was surprised and delighted. I wanted to use my camera to capture this beauty, but I was afraid of disturbing the owner's tranquility. So I suppressed my excitement and walked gently to the castle to give it a try. Excuse me, is anyone here?

Xiaobai's commotion outside would disturb his quiet mood, so he became a resident of Liushui who didn't care. An old woman said.

Looking carefully at this old man with the same temperament as the castle, all I can see is a feeling of remoteness and harmony. Perhaps this environment gave her a kind of calmness that others did not have. Mother-in-law, winter is here. Aren't you cold and lonely when you live here? After the old woman opened the door, she saw the simple furniture inside, and they were all for single use. My child, where is spring? I’m used to it, and there’s no difference anymore. My mother-in-law should be someone who likes foreign culture and takes care of herself. (I saw a carpet and a fireplace in the house and made a judgment.) The small, slender hands unconsciously stretched out in front of the fireplace to keep warm, and the old woman was secretly sad after seeing the slender hands. Are you mourning the passing of youth and leaving traces of ripples, or are you missing the beautiful memories of flowers?

The magnolias blew down gently, and a burst of floral fragrance floated in. When my mother-in-law talks about the outside world, she has a sense of reclusiveness. Suddenly, I realized that what I saw before was only a part of the flower garden. The entire castle and walls were covered with a sea of ??flowers. Looking out the window, the graceful iris in the wind exudes a charming fragrance. Walking on the path in the flower garden with my mother-in-law, let all the beautiful things give you gifts.

The dead leaves are withering, the spring water is tinkling, and there is a cold cry. Cui Wei has been blurred for several generations, and the greetings have been a little dusty. Seeing the flowers blooming and falling, the clouds rolling and relaxing, you should be relieved. My mother-in-law took me to the part of the castle closest to the clouds and looked down, and I was very surprised. The various colors around the castle are finally formed (waiting for you). This is the love that my mother-in-law buried deep down! She glanced at all the prosperity, broke the willows and sent them back, leaving them to learn to live in silence with her for the rest of her life. Just like the winter buried in the garden in this hidden castle.

The residence of the lonely man. I can't open that dusty mark, but I try to wipe away all the chaos in my blurred eyes. Gently touching the table, the chair, and the solitude, it's time to step out of the detachment of the world of flowers and flowers. His broad-minded hiddenness can only belong to which day.

Now that the wings are spread quietly, we can only learn to fly. Since winter is coming quietly, if you don’t want to face success or infatuation, you should learn to bury it in the garden.

Gradually get out of all the illusions in the dream, open your eyes, everything disappears, only the floral fragrance of that trip remains in the memory.

Looking forward to winter

It has been a while since I left the old school, but the scenes of the past are still reappearing before my eyes.

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My school is located in the west of Hangzhou City. It is a very secluded place. Of course, modern industry has entered here, but it is different from many other places in Hangzhou. In comparison, this place is still very good, because it is right between Heshan (Xiaohe Mountain, Hangzhou's forest park) and Xixi (Hangzhou's wetland), so the air is not as dark as in the city. I don’t know why, but the snow in Heshan is always generous, sometimes even in early winter.

The school has a lot of personality, and is different from others. It always lacks the harshness of winter, but has more of the gentleness of a warm country. However, the cold wind still comes in the early winter and late autumn, and the wind is very sharp. It leaves streaks on my face, but I am a very strange person. I still like to wrap myself in slightly bloated clothes and ripple on the small road. The dead leaves will not be swept away, so I wrote a few articles The fallen leaves that are so strong or new have not been blown away by the wind, so I can step on them and listen to the crispness. Maybe it feels cruel, but it is my wish to put them into the soil. I hope to bring them another reincarnation. .

Last winter was very sad because I had to face many exams, so I was under a lot of pressure. But after the overwhelming evening self-study, it was good to walk under the dim moonlight in winter. Because such hope will have strong power, such courage is not found in Shandu. You can see the canteen from the bend of the small road. The canteen often likes to look at the moon, and so does Heshan. But now, in this season, no one can touch that proud moon. Friends often ask me: Why do I always like to look at the stars? And I always like to answer: They always give me hope.

I don’t feel tired walking back and forth like this, because there are surprises every day. Surprises may be the meaning of life. It is precisely because of so many surprises that my life is different from others, but in The children outside Hangzhou all have the same hope, and the slightly gray snow on the mountains always falls inadvertently.

The classroom glass in the severe winter was covered with snow and frost. When we entered the classroom in the morning, we were driven away by bursts of exhaled heat, turned into steam, and floated up into the sky, so we made it ourselves. Surprise, because these vapors turned into water, and then into snow, and fell on the window of our classroom. It was just a reincarnation. I definitely did it myself, but I definitely wanted to create it myself. I thought that the snow in Nuan Country was always weak, because this is the personality of Jiangnan people. I was very focused during class, so I didn't notice the changes outside the window. It was normal when I walked out after class and saw that the mountains behind were already white, and there was some fog, which made it look grayer and the sky was lower. A lot, the tree in front of the door was wrapped tightly, I couldn't help but ice my hands, refreshing, thorny, it melted away in an instant, it must be my body temperature, let it enter a world again Reincarnation, its life is very short, it just comes and then leaves.

We have to walk the road around the school every day, back and forth, and it is the same on snowy nights. Although it is only residual snow, it is still very thick. Such snow is rare in warm countries, and it buries the land. , to insulate the land from the cold air outside, I was also wrapped very thickly, it was not cold when it snowed, it was cold when it melted into snow. This is the reminder that the teacher gave me after the snow, probably to keep us warm. The moon is a bit stingy today, and I wonder if I am hiding because I am afraid of the cold.

Now, I have left the sky I loved, but in this season when the sky is no longer burning, I look forward to that kind of winter, when I can still walk leisurely on the thousands of layers of snow in school .

I'm looking forward to it