The joys and sorrows of the weather

The fog gradually thinned, and the soft snowflakes fell from the gray sky and suddenly landed in the glade, so natural and unrestrained, so comfortable.

It is the essence of water and the soul of ice. They seem to be dancing to the strong cold melody of the north wind. They miss this vast land so much that they are eager to move their feet and kiss the long-lost land. Mother Earth happily accepted these returning children and embraced them in her broad bosom. It is frost's sister and the messenger of winter. How different it is to stare silently!

Snowflakes like goose feathers keep falling and weaving into a snow curtain all over the sky. Like catkins, it is as white as silver, as warm as jade, one after another, in clusters, falling in Ran Ran, shining with cold silver. Is it an angel sent by God? There are still people who scatter countless transparent and white pear petals in the sky.

Look through the white snow curtain, oh! What a snowy world! Thousands of trees seem to be full of pears. Between the layers of leaves, snowflakes are dotted with flowers, some are graceful and open, some are bashfully banging on bones and dancing with the vibration of branches, which is so charming. The small leaves that lost their lives were decorated with snowflakes and regained their charm. Chimonanthus praecox and Pinus ponderosa are friends, and the faint fragrance is intoxicating. The house was covered with frost, the willow branches turned into silver bars, and the wall was like a long snake with a white back, facing the gray curtain in the distance. Really beautiful!

At this time, the wide fields are covered with snow-white quilts and become beautiful and moving, just like a girl with a green background and a white coat dancing, so quiet and elegant, especially the snow.

Snowflake is like a flying butterfly, shining her "wings" happily, as if to scatter glittering snowflakes on the earth and let the earth rest under the soft bed curtain. Pregnant with the growth of the new year.

Snowflakes are floating gently, floating ...

Someone I admire most.

Some people admire Ronaldo who is all-powerful on the football field; Some people admire Beethoven, a musician who can play countless beautiful music; Some people admire Lu Xun, who is knowledgeable; Some people admire ... but I admire an ordinary English girl. Guess why?

Words have to start from last year's world-class disaster-the Indian Ocean tsunami. In Puma Island, a tourist resort in Thailand, an English girl and her mother followed a tour group to visit. One day, the weather was fine, and the little girl and her mother went swimming in the blue waves. Just as they were having fun, the little girl found many dead fish floating to the shore. At the same time, bubbles appeared on the water from time to time, and the tide receded far away. The little girl remembered a tsunami open class at school not long ago. The teacher said that all the signs before the tsunami were completely consistent with the current phenomenon. The little girl told her mother anxiously, "Mom, the tsunami seems to be coming soon. Tell everyone to run!" " Her mother was a little skeptical at first, but after listening to her daughter's analysis, she shouted, "The tsunami is coming, run!" Everyone ran away! " After listening to my mother's advice, everyone went ashore and fled to places far away from the sea, but some people were still picking up colorful shells by the sea, unaware that death had quietly approached them. The little girl saw it in her eyes and was anxious in her heart, so she went up to persuade. After her unremitting efforts, those people finally listened to her persuasion and went ashore. The little girl is right Sure enough, after a while, the tsunami came. The waves are getting higher and higher, and in an instant, the houses by the sea are swallowed up by the tsunami. People are doomed when they are at the seaside!

I admire her for saving so many people! I admire her for applying the knowledge in class to daily life! I admire her for being so calm in such a dangerous situation! I admire her. ...

I love my family.

Someone once asked me, "What do you love most in my life?" I replied, "My home."

I love my family, my family's careful care for me, and the affection between my family.

When my mother was hanging clothes, she saw the tree opposite waving to her. My mother said to me, "be careful, son, it's windy outside." Put on more clothes and don't catch cold. " I took my best friend to play at home, and my father said to me, "Be careful, he may be a bad boy." One day, grandma and I went to buy fruit and asked for an aisle. I looked both ways. No car. I just want to cross the street. Grandma stopped me and said, "Be careful, watch the car." I looked back at my grandmother. Her face was full of worry and anxiety. This is all my family cares about me.

I love my family, I love its warmth and happiness.

Once, I got an anal fistula and needed an operation. When I heard the news, my heart jumped into my throat. My face is full of fear and worry. I was too scared to sleep that night. My mind is full of painful expressions and scenes during the operation. My parents took me to the supermarket to encourage me and bought me a remote control car. I was very happy, got a little comfort and fell asleep. The next day, I went to the operating table, and the nurse aunt said to me earnestly, "Nothing, it will pass soon." But I'm still scared. It is time. After anesthesia, I feel the feeling of cold scalpel. My meat was cut off. I couldn't help crying out loud because of the unbearable pain. I feel more and more painful. The whole building is filled with the sound of my heart breaking. I seem to hear my parents crying slightly. The deeper the surgical knife cuts, the louder I cry. I heard my parents crying. My crying seems to be.

The operation is finally over. When I was pushed out of the operating room, I saw my parents' eyes as red as ripe apples, and my mother kept wiping away tears. Seeing that I was all right, my mother got a little comfort and smiled with tears.

When a person has nothing, it can also be called happiness, because he still has a family who loves him and a home. If a person doesn't love his family and loses his happy home, what will his life be like?

I wish all families in the world warmth and happiness.