It's cold, write a composition.

1. It's really cold in winter. It is really cold this winter.

When you turned away cruelly, did you ever think that I would be afraid of the cold? Maybe you already know that I am used to loneliness and cold for a long time, so I will once again advertise that the keynote of this story is the temperature in northern Siberia. Trembling is only a sign of cold, not everything, and it is not needed.

ChanJuan in Leng Yan is no longer the hope of Mid-Autumn Festival. She is clearly trying to persuade me that I am destined to go alone. The speed of thought can hardly keep up with the sigh that times have changed. It's better to throw everything into the water, wave your hand and say "goodbye".

It is too cold this winter. Tasting the cold taste, I feel that every pore on my face seems to have inserted an apical needle.

I want to warm my face with my hands, but I don't know that my hands are colder than my face. I picked up two pale fists, but I could not see the warmth of a prairie fire. Inadvertently caught a glimpse of the wrist strap loose a big step, can not help but sigh their amazing depression and malaise.

It was so cold that even the beard on his lips was as hard as ice, stuck in his mouth like a fence, and laughed at himself alone and frivolous. It is too cold this winter.

It doesn't matter, that means I have less concern and less fetters. Even if it is a sad and chic loss.

Bohemian wandering has become my own step, even if I sink, even if I fall ... this winter is too cold. Unconsciously, I have lost consciousness on my cheeks, and suddenly I realize that I seem to have matured and aged a lot, although this is a ridiculous argument.

It was so cold that even the flowers were frozen into crystal clear spirits, dancing from the sky, jumping on my numb face, and then lying on my nose so leisurely, staring at my eyes unconsciously, but not melting. I am very happy, very grateful, very grateful that it is willing to accompany me bored.

I finally waved it off, because I was afraid it would burn and leave a pool of tears. I made friends with loneliness, how can it hurt people? It is too cold this winter.

My eyes only see a vast expanse of whiteness, no beauty and ugliness, no loftiness and humbleness. You planted bottomless melancholy in my eyes again, and filled my pupils with sadness.

It doesn't matter, I will accept it with a little gratitude, look up at the missing moon, and still pursue my perfection indomitable, but I will despise the stars all over the sky. This winter is so cold, it records my memories and freezes my emotions.

In the cold winter, I saw a hazy self in a frozen world. He wanders in winter, wanders in winter, turns like a top, and nirvana like a phoenix.

After waking up, I will continue to catch up, just don't know where the next stop will be.

It is really cold in winter.

The winter has come, and after a heavy snow, it has become a world of pink jade. The willow trees are covered with silver bars, and the lawn is covered with silver wires.

When I get up in the morning, it's foggy in winter. After the fog cleared, a beautiful scene appeared immediately. Pine needles are covered with a thick layer of frost, like a white autumn chrysanthemum. After a few blows, the yellow leaves fell in succession.

In the morning after the snow, I really can't bear to step on it when I see white snow flowers. When I was walking on the stone road under my feet, I heard a creaking sound.

My face is a little tight and itchy with cold. Although it is very cold, this coldness is concealed by my happy mood.

There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter 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.

Snow, deeply cut, seems to be inextricably linked with emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and it has a sense of * * * like uncovering the head and tail. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...

The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, 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.

There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter 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 in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...

The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, 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.

Write a composition about how cold the weather is. Walking in the light snow is more interesting.

There is only a trace of wind in the sky, holding the snow like a kite. Looking up, this silk wind dominates the snowflake like a butterfly, falling obliquely, spinning and flying, floating to the ground and falling on pedestrians. Snowflakes, like naughty children, never tire of playing, brush people's hot faces, turn into water droplets and flow onto eyebrows and beards, forming small ice cubes.

The snow fell silently and fluttered, and soon there was a thin layer on the ground. When you step on it, it will make cheerful footsteps "cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep,,,". With this step, you can spread your imagination wings as much as possible, pursue your best memories and embrace your happiness! You might as well take a deep breath. Flowers soaked in My Sweetie will also soak in your heart and spleen. You can't help thinking of a pure heart, and you will feel that the whole world is so pure.

As winter approaches, there are clusters of daisies with blue flowers on the bank of Songfang River. The maple trees on the mountain, a few days ago, were full of red leaves like flowers, burning like flames and falling all at once.

You see, you see, there are many brown fruits with thorns hanging on the tall maple tree and among the tall maple trees. Between maple and maple, look, look, there are several big trees. Among the tall trees, there are so many orange fruits and so many small red fruits. This is a ripe wild persimmon on the mountain.

It's early winter season, and a thin layer of snow, like a huge soft wool blanket, covers this vast wasteland, shining with cold silver light ... In the winter morning, the sky is full of fog, and people can't be seen after ten steps. Crows don't crow on poplar trees, and laurel trees hang down. The summer in the plateau is very short, and the autumn has passed in a blink of an eye, followed by several snowstorms, which filled the ravines in the river bed, and the long winter at the foot of the L 'Aquila Mountain began again.

In a snowstorm after winter this year, the cold current condensed the mercury column on the thermometer into a small point. This winter, dripping water turned into ice and the ground cracked.

The north wind is like a knife all day long, and snow is flying all over the sky. It was a windy and snowy day. The sun didn't come out all day, and the snow was so dark that people couldn't recognize it three steps away.

The sky became darker and darker, and it began to snow in the afternoon. Snowflakes are as big as plum blossoms, flying all over the sky, gloomy and busy, making Luzhen a mess. In Changchun, this is the season when dripping water turns into ice and breathing becomes frost. After a heavy snow, the north wind roared and the road was covered with thick ice.

Trees on the roadside are full of silver flowers, and buildings shine with dazzling Yin Hui like Qionglou Yuyu. The ice on the glass window has been sunburned, but the snow outside the window is still thick on the ground, and the opposite roof is white.

I don't mean to leave the earth in winter, as if I have to stay outside for a long time. Fenhe River is still covered with thick ice, and the cold wind is still shaking the erect poplars.

However, the cold in front of us can't resist the warming trend of the earth after all: the bottom of the ice layer makes a slight noise and it begins to melt; The tall poplar is spreading a simple branch, which is about to turn green. The sun appeared in the clouds and hid in it, and the fog and dew became thicker and disappeared.

The snow on the tree melted and flowed down the trunk. Semi-soluble snow water, like the tears of a blind horse, dripped on the embankment and fell on them, almost wetting their clothes.

The next morning, when I opened the door, a fresh and cold air came to my face. Looking around, the scenery in front of us is so charming.

Dong's mother seems to be worried that her child will catch cold, so she specially put a glittering and translucent white cotton-padded coat on Wuhan. The house and trees are all wrapped in this cotton-padded coat.

The sky is particularly clear, as if illuminated by snowflakes. The ground is as white as snow, as if it were covered with a carpet.

This carpet covers all fallen leaves and weeds. On this soft carpet, "Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep.

Large and small houses stood in the snow, and the red roof was enchanted by the magician and turned white. Under the eaves, thick and long stalactite icicles hang down.

On the window glass, there are all kinds of varied ice flowers. In the pond in front of the house, there are thin ice cubes floating. When you touch it gently, it will sink.

A thick layer of snow covered the branches and leaves of the tree, and the leaves were almost gone, but they still stood proudly like soldiers. Holly and wintersweet are still flourishing.

The snow on the holly tree was frozen, and the leaves were cleverly wrapped, making them red and blooming in succession, emitting a strong fragrance. They are very conspicuous in the snow, shaking their bodies and proudly saying, "Wind, blow, we are not afraid!" " ! When the footsteps of winter came quietly, it began to snow here.

At first, it was raining lightly. Soon, the snow deteriorated and mixed with raindrops fell to the ground, and the braking time melted. The ground is wet and falls on people's faces, which makes people shudder. You see, far away, on the hillside, in the Woods, the leaves of Sophora japonica and poplar have all fallen out.

They shook their bare branches in the cold wind. Evergreen pine and cypress are straight; Like a mighty sentry, he never gave in to the howling north wind.

In the cold winter, the goose feather and snow are flying in the air, and the cold wind blows the whistle and shakes the pine trees violently. Large tracts of snowflakes are pressed on the pine trees, and the branches are covered with thick snow.

Snow and snow want to conquer pine trees, but pine trees have defeated snow and snow again and again with tenacious perseverance and cold resistance, waiting for the arrival of spring. At this time, some people who work early have already embarked on a journey.

They are wearing down jackets, cotton-padded clothes, fur hats and gloves, all armed to the teeth. Some people who are afraid of the cold turn their collars up high, shrink their necks, shrug their shoulders, put their hands in their pockets, and a white column of air emerges from their nostrils.

People who love winter must like snow, and I am no exception. One snowflake after another, falling down in succession.

This gorgeous hexagonal flower is crystal clear and flawless. Its elegant charm and grace are so beautiful.

4. It's really cold. The cold sunshine is the most beautiful and vicious fireworks. In class, we always hold hands N times, and they are very warm to each other. We kept writing and writing until our hands were stiff, our fingers were cold and our limbs were numb. Then we stared at the blackboard in a daze, and finally we were interrupted by n, and then we continued. Or, we can continue to perform yesterday's events. Mechanically it is cold, but I feel very cold. The weather gives me a feeling. I can't get my hand out. Stiff. It is raining coolly. It falls aimlessly, like tears, cold and without temperature. My feet don't seem to be my own. I walked numbly. I can't tell autumn from winter. I have been complaining that the weather is too hot, too good, too bad and too cold. But the cold gave me only the truest walk, but not the hypocrisy of the next day. I'm so lazy as a fat cat that I can't open my eyes. Wrapped in a quilt all day in a room without dazzling sunlight and slept like a sleeping beauty. Just for different purposes. She is waiting to wake up her prince with a kiss, and I just want to have my own warmth. Actually, it's just a time cycle. In fact, people have always been greedy. In class, we have been holding hands and being warm to each other. We kept writing and writing until our hands were numb, our fingers were cold and our limbs were numb. Then we stared at the blackboard in a daze, and finally we were interrupted by n. Go on. Alternately, yesterday's events have been staged. It began to rain as soon as the mechanical class was over, so N and I walked side by side under an umbrella, holding hands. We kept walking, laughing, sighing at passers-by, telling n to be serious all the time, and then we couldn't help laughing. It was very cold, so I put my hand in my pocket and kept silent. It has been raining. I always feel too cold for the weather.

It is really cold today. The composition is really cold today.

Winter is coming, and the weather is getting colder and colder.

When I got up in the morning and lifted the quilt, I immediately began to tremble all over. I quickly got dressed and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. But my hands just don't work, I don't need any force, and I can't even hold my toothbrush. I sighed at my hand and tried to squeeze out toothpaste and brush my teeth. After brushing my teeth, I poured a lot of hot water into the washbasin and eagerly reached in. Oh! It is really warm. But by the time I finished wiping my face, the water was already cold.

After breakfast, I go to school with my bag on my back. As soon as I opened the door, a biting cold wind blew against my face, and I couldn't help shivering all over. I braved the strong wind and walked to school. The pine trees along the road are covered with thin and long ice strips. There is a thin layer of ice on the ground, and it is slippery to walk on. If you are not careful, you will slip. Look at a small river not far from my home. It has already formed a thin layer of ice. Walking on the road, my face was cut like a knife by the wind, and my ears were so cold that I lost consciousness.

When I came to school, I saw my classmates dressed like cotton bags. Some of them still wear hats, gloves and scarves around their necks. When I came to the classroom, I stamped my numb feet with cold, sat in my seat and looked around. Everyone was huddled up with cold. After the first math class, the teacher left some homework. This hurts me, because my hands are as cold as popsicles, let alone doing my homework, and Lian Bi can't hold it steadily. However, what if the homework is not finished? I can't help it I write with a pen between my five fingers. The words that can be written are dizzy, crooked and ugly But what can we do?

I finally got through the morning.

At noon, I go home for dinner. I am going to wash my hands. Suddenly I found a sparkling ice bar in the pool, which was quite nice. I want to touch it, but I'm afraid I'll freeze my hands. Suddenly, the door suddenly opened, and I thought who was coming. I ran over and looked, only to know that the wind was acting funny again. ...

Alas, the weather today is really unbearable!

6. It is really cold in winter. "Get up!" Cried the mother.

"Go to sleep for a while." I lay in bed and said.

"No, we will be late!" Mom said.

As soon as I heard the word, I was anxious. I quickly put on my clothes and looked at the clock. It's still early "Mom, you are lying. It's only seven o'clock. " I said angrily.

Mother said, "We have to eat."

My mother and I went to a noodle restaurant and ate a bowl of hot noodles, all warm. As soon as I left the noodle restaurant, the north wind blew by my ear. It's about eight o'clock, and the sun shines faintly, just like an amiable grandmother; The leaves on the tree are sparse and trembling in the cold wind; The grass on the roadside is yellow. As soon as the wind blows, the grass bows to the wind.

Old people on the roadside, some full of energy, are beating Tai Ji Chuan; Others walk on the side of the road with crutches; The children, rubbing their hands with cold, wore a lot of clothes, much like little penguins, and walked unsteadily.

Winter is really cold!

In winter, you must do more exercise.

7. It is really cold in winter. In the morning, I opened the window and a cold wind hit me. I can't help shivering. It is really cold! I can't wait to put on the warmest down jacket, and finally it's not so cold.

Before going out, I put on a long scarf and a pair of cold gloves, which looked like a bear. Out of the house, the cold wind blew on my skin like a knife.

The streets are very deserted. When I passed the street park, I found that the water in the pool had frozen and the small fish in the water had disappeared.

The willow leaves on the shore are all gone, standing naked in the cold wind, shivering with the wind. When I came to the classroom with loud books, I stamped my feet.

The students were steaming while reading. My hands are frozen when I write, and the words I write are ugly.

Winter is really cold! I am looking forward to the early arrival of sunny spring.