The composition in winter is 600 words.

When the sun shines on me, I feel a little warm, but every time the cold wind hits, I take away that little warmth, but I feel cold all over. Of course, if northerners are here, it may be a warm time. But for southerners who are used to the warm season, it is a cold season.

Winter in Shenzhen can be said to be a strange season. Although the sun is shining, the cold wind is swishing and the air is so fresh.

When the sun shines on me, I feel a little warm, but every time the cold wind hits, I take away that little warmth, but I feel cold all over. Of course, if northerners are here, it may be a warm time. But for southerners who are used to the warm season, it is a cold season.

Trees and grass don't mean to turn yellow at all, but they are greener than usual. The sun shines dimly on the leaves, and green makes your eyes feel like heaven. Some flowers on the plant have not withered, and some are still a bud, but they have not yet opened! Birds in the north flew to the south and chirped in the trees, as if to say, "Winter in the south is so warm!" " "The plants on the mountain are still green. Parthenocissus climbed the mountain, and the pale green Parthenocissus crawled like a river. The children are all wearing several layers of clothes and their hands are tightly inserted in their pants. Their faces are so cute.

Look! This is winter in Shenzhen, a strange winter!

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In spring, everything is revived and full of vitality. The grass woke up from a dream and stretched comfortably. This is a season full of hope. In summer, the sun is like fire, and a hundred flowers blossom, which makes everything in the world grow rapidly. This is a prosperous season. Autumn is fruitful, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and people's faces are filled with the joy of harvest. This is a harvest season. But what I like best is the cold winter and the white and glittering snowflakes. Although it has no colorful colors, it has created a pure and flawless space for the world. This is a season full of hope.

Winter is like a magician. It decorated the whole world with the prop of "snow". Snow fell on the ground, like a silvery white carpet on the ground; Falling on the roof is like covering the roof with a thick quilt; Falling on the branches, as if inlaid with beautiful silver bars; Fall on children, like dancing elves. Under the sunlight, it is particularly dazzling.

Although it is cold in winter, it can play a role in sterilization. Cold air can freeze bacteria to death. In addition, snow has the function of refreshing the air. When snowflakes fall from the sky, dust and debris in the air will attach to them and fall with them, making the air fresh. It is the most environmentally friendly "air freshener" given by nature to mankind.

Our children also like winter, because winter is our children's "natural playground", where we can play to our heart's content: make a snowman, have a snowball fight, lie on the soft carpet when we are tired and breathe the air to our heart's content. We can also grind some large and small figures with snow, or skate on the ice. Although we sometimes slip, we are happy, because we can fully release our happiness, and these happy fragments will be treasured in our memory forever. ...

I love this beautiful and pure snowflake, and I love this beautiful and hopeful winter even more!

Winter in my heart

Winter is a mirror of a cold night, revealing a trace of cold. In this season, the impression is always particularly deep.

If someone asks me what kind of season I like, I will not hesitate to answer: "winter."

I don't know why, I'm always curious about winter, and I always have special feelings for winter.

I don't understand my curiosity about winter, but I feel that I am inexplicably tied to it by the lifeline. It is like a magnet, and I am just a ball of light. As soon as it comes near, I will be held back by it. But when it passed by, I lost my life and could only be like a deflated ball. Maybe because I was born in winter, I should like winter. But I am always confused about it, and I will be touched inexplicably in winter.

In my opinion, winter is the peak of memory, and in winter, I will always be inexplicably pulled up by the rope to remember the gear. This fallacy of mine was confirmed by my friend. So in winter, I pay special attention to everything. In winter, my mood is always heavy, especially when the weather is bad, but occasionally I will be happy. In winter, sometimes I don't know.

In winter, I always feel dizzy. It may be a day of hibernation. But I don't want to give up my life. It is a waste to spend such a beautiful day in a deep sleep without feeling it, so I will not be reconciled. After all, there is only one winter in a year. But there is no good pastime in winter, because I always meditate. However, sometimes new discoveries are made in meditation.

If one season must be removed from the four seasons, I don't care which season disappears except winter. I don't like places where the seasons are like spring. Because it's too monotonous. In my feeling, spring, summer and autumn seem to be the same. God wants to decorate them in winter. Sometimes I wonder what to do without winter. Although if there is really no winter, the earth will still turn and people will still live, but it is really a little scary to think about it.

I like winter very much, but it always seems like a dream to me. Dreams start in autumn and wake up in spring. Late autumn unconsciously enters winter, and then unconsciously enters winter and spring. I always feel that winter passes quickly, but I try to remember, but there is nothing particularly happy.

Winter is such a season that I can't understand, a season that makes me have special feelings for it.

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Winter suddenly came, and the gorgeous sunshine scratched people's faces a few days ago. The red and yellow peaks are very beautiful against the blue sky.

The girls in the small town are still in full bloom of youth and fashion, but winter has come with an irreversible attitude. In a few gloomy days, the footsteps of winter soon reached the door. The bustling city seems to be frozen in an instant, and fewer and fewer people ride bicycles. Pedestrians come and go in a hurry with their hands in their pockets, their heads down and their chins in their mouths, but the spacious tourist bus on weekdays is suddenly crowded with people wrapped up. The tall French phoenix trees on both sides of the street were stripped of their shiny skins. When a few leaves in the street were swollen by the deep red rain, they hung silently on the branches. Next to the bus shelter, a couple hugged each other gently. The girl's hand is quietly inserted in the boy's cotton-padded pocket. The boy stood firm with his back against the cold north wind. The winter night is dark and long. Even in busy streets, people are making faces at each other. Passing cars separate people, and not far away is a cold, mechanically separated steel torrent. The city where thousands of residents are hiding has no festive atmosphere. On the contrary, there is something gloomy behind everyone. Luxurious streets are paved with bright and clean tiles, and flashing neon lights show off the beauty of modern cities to people coming and going, while beggars lying or lying in dark corners seem to be talking with people in a hurry.

Winter morning

It's a beautiful morning in winter. If you don't believe me, please see-

Every morning when I open the door and go out, the biting cold wind comes at me from time to time. Occasionally, naughty little snowflakes fall like dancing. Hexagonal snowflakes are varied: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like pieces of paper ... they are beautiful. Fall to the ground, as if to spread a thick blanket on the ground; Falling on a tree, like wearing silver; It landed in the car like a fresh cream cake. This beautiful snow scene makes people immerse themselves in fresh air. Everything is wrapped in silver and beautiful.

However, what makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the ice flowers on the window, some of which are like forests and full of mystery; Some are like streams, as if flowing quietly; Some are like Santa Claus, as if to give gifts to people ... Miss Winter is really ingenious!

The club is crowded and very lively. People are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, like cotton bags. They do morning exercises with beautiful music.

There is a thick layer of ice on the artificial lake, and some naughty little students are frolicking on the lake, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time. …

It is very cold in winter. To tell the truth, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I have a strange feeling. Ah, I love winter, because, in winter, "the wind knows the grass", I love its character.