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Winter scene description essay 800 words

1. A 750-word essay describing winter scenery, junior high school

Winter fields Winter is cold, and winter fields are not only cold but also desolate.

There are two large camphor trees beside the field. Their leaves have turned yellow and are not as green as in summer. After walking a few dozen meters, I saw a small river. There was an arched stone bridge on the river. There were no piers underneath, only an arched bridge hole. There were stone seats on both sides of the bridge, and several old people were sitting on the seats. Bask in the sun.

The river was pitch black, with foam lunch boxes, plastic bottles, bags and other dirty things floating on the water. It was not like it was when we came in the summer. Because when we came in summer, the river water was bright and clear. Under the sunlight, the river surface shone with various colors and was extremely beautiful, just like fairies scattering happy petals on the river surface. But what about the river surface now? There was dirty stuff floating everywhere and it stunk.

People have destroyed the beautiful environment. I really want to say loudly to people: Please protect the beautiful environment. If we live in a bad environment, we will die. If we pollute rivers, lakes, etc. , a large number of creatures will die. There were some willows and plane trees by the river, but they were all withered, as if they were dead, except for a little bird perched on one tree.

Next, we came to the fields. Cauliflower, Chinese cabbage, sugar cane, etc. grow in the fields.

Cauliflower is yellow and round, like yellow-faced monsters; Chinese cabbage is white and tender, white below and green above, like each one wearing a yellow face. The little girl in the green dress. We walked a few dozen meters more and saw peas.

Peas remind me of the story of the Princess and the Pea. This story is about a prince who wanted to find a real princess as his wife. However, he found dozens of princesses and could not figure out whether they were real princesses or fake princesses, so he had to return to his own country.

On a stormy evening, a man knocked on his door. The prince went to open the door and saw a girl. She kept saying: "I am the real princess, I am the real princess." She is a real princess." When she went to bed at night, the old queen put a pea on her bed, and then placed twelve layers of eiderdown blankets and twelve mattresses for her to sleep on.

When they got up in the morning, they asked her: "Good morning, princess, did you sleep well last night?" She said: "There seems to be something under my body. It is so hard. I have been sleeping all night." sleep. "People understood that she was the real princess, because only real princesses have such tender skin.

Finally, the Princess and the Pea married the prince and lived a happy life. Sugar cane in the fields The long, straight leaves are like needles. Several farmer uncles are chopping the sugar cane with knives. Most of the sugar cane has been cut down and is about to be transported to the home... Suddenly there is a bird call, and a The white crane suddenly flew out of the grass. I didn't understand why the white crane didn't go back to the south. 2. A 750-word essay describing winter scenery for junior high school

Speaking of winter, I suddenly thought of tofu as a "little foreign pot." "(aluminum pot) boiled tofu, piping hot. The water is boiling, like

many fish eyes, with small pieces of tofu inside, tender and smooth, like a white fox coat worn inside out . The pot is on the "foreign stove"

(kerosene does not pump the stove), and the stove is smoked black, and the whiteness of the tofu is more and more obvious. It is night, and the house is old, although

Even with the "foreign lantern" lit, it was still dark. Sitting around the table were my father and three of our brothers. The "foreign stove" was too high, and my father had to stand up frequently. We tilted our faces slightly, squinted our eyes, put our chopsticks into the hot air, picked up the tofu, and put them one by one on our soy sauce dishes. We sometimes do it ourselves, but the stove is really hard. It's too high, but you can still enjoy the benefits.

This is not a meal, but just fun. My father said that it is cold at night and we all like this kind of white water tofu.

The table looked eagerly at the pot, waiting for the heat, waiting for the tofu falling from father's chopsticks in the heat

It was winter again, I remember it was the night of November 16th on the lunar calendar. , I was riding a small boat in the West Lake with Mr. S. Mr. S had just arrived in Hangzhou to teach. He wrote in advance and said: "We want to travel to the West Lake, no matter it is winter." "The moonlight was so beautiful that night, and now when I think about it, it still seems to shine on me. It turned out that the night before was "at the head of the moon"; maybe the moon in November is really special. It was about nine o'clock at that time It seems that we are the only one on the lake. There is a bit of wind, and the moonlight shines on the soft water waves; the reflection is like a new silver boat on the lake. There are only faint shadows left on the mountain. There are occasionally one or two stars of lights at the foot of the mountain. S Junkou wrote two poems: "A few stars of lights

Recognize the fishing village, and the light ink lightly depicts the distant black marks. "We didn't talk much, there was only the steady sound of oars. I gradually fell asleep. Mr. P

"Hello", then I raised my eyelids and saw him smiling. The boatman asked if he wanted to Go to Jingji Temple; it's Amitabha's birthday, so it's quite lively there.

When we arrived at the temple, the hall was brightly lit with candles and filled with the sounds of Buddhas chanting Buddha's name. It was like waking up from a dream. This was more than ten years ago

Mr. S still exchanges letters frequently. Mr. P heard that he had changed his mind several times. The year before last, he was working in a special taxation bureau to collect special taxes

Yes, there will be no news from now on.

I spent a winter in Taizhou with a family of four. Taizhou is a mountain city, which can be said to be in a large valley. There is only one street that is two miles long. On other roads, there were hardly any people during the day; it was pitch black at night. Occasionally, a little light shines through people's windows, and there are torches held by walking people; but they are very few. We live at the foot of the mountain. Some are the sound of wind in the pine forest on the mountain, and the shadows of one or two birds in the sky. The end of summer arrives there, and the beginning of spring leaves, but it seems like we are always living in winter; but even if it is really winter, it is not cold. We live upstairs, and our study faces the road. If someone talks on the road, we can hear it clearly. But because there were so few people walking

, there were occasional voices, which sounded like they were brought by the distant wind and were unexpectedly outside the window. We are outsiders. Except when we go to school, we often just sit at home. My wife is used to being lonely, and she only stays with us men. Although it is always winter outside, it is always spring at home. One time I went to the street and when I came back, the large square window of the kitchen downstairs was open, and there were three of them, mother and son, side by side; all three faces looked at me with innocent smiles. It seems that Taizhou is empty, except for the four of us;

The sky and the earth are empty, and there are only four of us. It was the 10th year of the Republic of China, and my wife had just come out of home, feeling very comfortable. Now she is almost dead

It has been four years, but I still remember the shadow of her smile.

No matter how cold, windy or snowy, thinking of these always makes my heart warm. 3. An 800-word landscape composition: A scene in winter

Winter is a mirror in the cold night, revealing a hint of coldness.

In such a season, the impression is always particularly profound. If someone asks me what season I like, I will answer without hesitation: "Winter."

I don't know why, I am always curious about winter, and I am always interested in winter. Special feelings. I can’t explain my curiosity about winter. I just feel that it and I are somehow connected by a lifeline. It is like a magnet, and I am just a light ball. When it gets close, I You will be pulled 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. When winter comes, I will be touched inexplicably. In my opinion, winter is the peak period of memory. In the winter days, the gears of my memory will always be inexplicably pulled by ropes.

This fallacy of mine was confirmed by my friend. So during the winter days, I make it a point to pay special attention to everything.

In winter, my heart is always very heavy, especially when the weather is bad, but occasionally I feel happy. In the winter, sometimes I can’t even figure myself out.

In winter, I always feel dizzy, maybe it’s the days of hibernation. But I don't want to give up my life.

It is such a waste to spend such a beautiful day sleeping without feeling it, and I will not be reconciled to it. After all, there is only one winter a year.

But there are no good pastimes in winter, because I am always brooding. However, there are sometimes new discoveries in meditation.

If I have to remove one season from the four seasons, except winter, I don’t care if any season disappears. I don’t like places where it’s like spring all year round. Because it is too monotonous. In my opinion, the three seasons of spring, summer and autumn seem to be the same. God wants winter to decorate them. Sometimes I wonder what I would do if there is no winter, although if it is true Without winter, the earth would still rotate and people would still have to live, but when I thought about it, I was really scared.

I love winter so much, but it always seems like a dream to me. The time when the dream begins is autumn, and the time when the dream wakes up is spring.

The end of autumn stepped into winter unknowingly, and then stepped through winter unknowingly and stepped into spring. I always feel that I get through winter quickly, but when I try to think back, there is nothing particularly happy about it.

Winter is such a season that makes me scratch my head, a season that makes me have a special affection for it. Winter Winter comes suddenly. The gorgeous sunshine a few days ago still makes people's faces itch. The red and yellow peaks are very beautiful against the blue sky.

The girls in the small town are still showing off their youthful fashion, but winter is approaching with an irreversible attitude. In just a few gloomy days, the sound of winter's footsteps soon reached the door of my house.

The bustling city seemed to be frozen in an instant. There were fewer and fewer people riding bicycles. Pedestrians were walking in a hurry with their hands in their pockets, their chins in their mouths and their heads lowered. , and the usually spacious tour bus was suddenly filled to the brim with people wrapped up tightly. The tall plane trees on both sides of the street were stripped of their white skin.

A few remaining leaves on the street were soaked in red and swollen by the rain, hanging silently on the branches. A couple hugged each other gently next to the bus shelter. The girl's hands were quietly inserted into the pockets of the boy's cotton coat. The boy was strong against the biting north wind with his back. Winter nights are dark and long, even in the bustling streets. On the street, everyone has a long face with each other.

The passing cars divide the flow of people back and forth, and the short distance is separated by the torrent of steel and cold machinery. A city with hundreds of thousands of residents does not have a festive atmosphere where people are jostling each other and people are excited.

On the contrary, there is a certain desolation hidden behind everyone. The luxurious streets are paved with smooth ceramic tiles, and the flashing neon lights show off the splendor of the modern city to the passing crowds, while the beggars lying or lying in dark corners and on the cold steps seem to be saying something to the people in a hurry.

Winter mornings are beautiful in winter mornings. 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 creeks, 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 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. 4. An 800-word landscape composition: A scene in winter

Winter is a mirror in the cold night, revealing a hint of coldness. In such a season, the impression is always particularly profound.

If someone asks me what season I like, I will answer without hesitation: "Winter."

For some reason, I am always curious about winter. I always have special feelings for winter.

I can’t explain my curiosity about winter. I just feel that it and I are somehow connected by a lifeline. It is like a magnet, and I am just a lightweight and small child. The ball, as soon as it gets close, I will be pulled towards 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. When winter comes, I will be touched inexplicably.

In my opinion, winter is the peak period of memory. In the winter days, the gears of my memory will always be inexplicably pulled by the rope. This fallacy of mine was confirmed by my friend. So during the winter days, I make it a point to pay special attention to everything. In winter, my heart is always very heavy, especially when the weather is bad, but occasionally I feel happy. In the winter, sometimes I can’t even figure myself out.

In winter, I always feel dizzy, maybe it’s the days of hibernation. But I don't want to give up my life. It would be such a waste to spend such a beautiful day sleeping without feeling it, and I would not be willing to do so. After all, there is only one winter a year. But there are no good pastimes in winter. It’s all my fault for being brooding. However, there are sometimes new discoveries in meditation.

If I have to remove one season from the four seasons, except winter, I don’t care if any season disappears. I don’t like places where it’s like spring all year round. Because it is too monotonous. In my opinion, the three seasons of spring, summer and autumn seem to be the same. God wants winter to decorate them. Sometimes I wonder what I would do if there is no winter, although if it is true Without winter, the earth would still rotate and people would still have to live, but when I thought about it, I felt a little scared.

I love winter so much, but it always seems like a dream to me. The time when the dream begins is autumn, and the time when the dream wakes up is spring. The end of autumn unknowingly entered winter, and then unknowingly stepped through winter and entered spring. I always feel that I get through winter quickly, but when I try to think back, there is nothing particularly happy about it.

Winter is such a season that makes me scratch my head, a season that makes me have a special affection for it.

Winter

Winter comes very suddenly. The gorgeous sunshine a few days ago still made people’s faces itch. The peaks stained with red and yellow colors contrasted with the blue sky. Very beautiful.

The girls in the small town are still showing off their youthful fashion, but winter is approaching with an irreversible attitude. In just a few gloomy days, the sound of winter's footsteps soon reached the door of my house. The bustling city seemed to be frozen in an instant. There were fewer and fewer people riding bicycles. Pedestrians were walking in a hurry with their hands in their pockets, their chins in their mouths and their heads lowered. The usually spacious tourist buses All of a sudden it was filled to the brim with people wrapped up tightly. The tall plane trees on both sides of the street were stripped of their white skin. A few remaining leaves on the street were swollen red by the rain, hanging silently on the branches. A couple hugged each other gently next to the bus shelter. The girl's hands were quietly inserted into the pockets of the boy's cotton coat. The boy was strong against the biting north wind with his back. Winter nights are dark and long, even in the bustling streets. On the street, everyone has a long face with each other. The passing cars divide the flow of people back and forth, and the short distance is separated by the torrent of steel and cold machinery. A city with hundreds of thousands of residents does not have a festive atmosphere where people are jostling each other and people are excited. On the contrary, there is a certain desolation hidden behind everyone. The luxurious streets are paved with smooth ceramic tiles, and the flashing neon lights show off the splendor of the modern city to the passing crowds, while the beggars lying or lying in dark corners and on the cold steps seem to be saying something to the people in a hurry.

Winter mornings

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. The ground blew and hit 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 creeks, 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. 5. Write an 800-word lyrical essay on the topic of winter scenery

Chapter 1: Winter is coming, the leaves on the trees are slowly falling off, and the lake is freezing. , people have put on colorful down jackets, thick hats and gloves, and they all look "fat".

I like winter very much, because it snows in winter, and the snowflakes slowly float down from the sky, forming a thick layer. When you step on it, it makes a "squeaking" sound, and the trees are like Wearing a silver dress, it looks really good. What I am most happy about is that I can make snowmen and hit the snow poles, clenched the snow into small snowballs, and chase and play with the children on the snow. The snowballs flying around in the air are really fun.

I really hope it snows now! Chapter 3: Winter Scenery When winter comes, the original green turns yellow, and the originally lush sycamore trees turn yellow. Even so, the winter scenery also has its own beauty. In the early morning, there will be a layer of white stuff on the trees and vegetable fields. What is it? Is it snow? No, that is the white frost painted by the painter nature.

In addition to frost, you can also see fog in the morning. Sometimes the fog is like a fairy fluttering white ribbons, sometimes like the milk poured by the gods, flowing and floating, like a naughty doll. It makes people unable to figure it out. There is a well-written poem: "The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."

In winter, there is another kind of flower that stands proudly and perseveres--plum blossoms. Plum blossoms have the characteristics of ice muscles and jade bones, fragrance lingering in the cold, and noble, strong and humble character, making people determined to work hard and learn from his spirit.

At the same time, it also adds a simple beauty to winter. Chapter 4: Winter Scene In the morning, I opened the curtains and saw a thick layer of ice flowers, some like roses, others like forests, with a winding path in the middle... so beautiful! I walked out of the house and saw the ground covered with thick snow, like clothes for the earth.

The trees have lost their previous glory and become bare, but the snow on the trees looks like plum blossoms, so beautiful! I think those trees will grow leaves again after this year, so I'm not sad. The grass on the house is gone, but there is a layer of snowflakes, turning the roof into a white roof, like a small snow house.

It is so beautiful! The creek turned into a skating rink, and a group of happy children came here to skate. They skated really well. The whole winter is so beautiful, no matter where it is, it is beautiful! Chapter 5: Winter Scenery The northwest wind is blowing loudly, the snow girl is coming, and the small snowflakes are flying down from the sky while dancing in circles. How happy! The students and teachers went to the countryside to enjoy the snow scenery. The ground seemed to be covered with a snow-white carpet. Some small trees were bent down by the heavy snow. Only the beautiful wintersweet wore the snow as a cotton-padded jacket and looked at us with a smile.

The scenery there is so beautiful! Some students are making snowmen, some are having snowball fights, and some are skiing. How happy they are! After a while, Miss Feng came. Miss Feng was helping nature clear the snow to make the trees lighter, so that the flowers and plants would not be crushed, and to make it easier for pedestrians to walk on the road. Miss Feng is so hardworking! Chapter 6: Winter Scenery The cold winter has quietly come to the world. In the early morning, I walked out of the house to go to school. A cold wind blew in my face and made me shiver.

On the way to school, I saw my school friends, although they were all wearing bloated cotton clothes, they were still walking in a hurry with their necks curled up in the cold. In the afternoon, snowflakes suddenly appeared in the gloomy sky.

They walked together in twos and threes, dancing and jumping, so leisurely! Seeing this wonderful scene, I couldn't help but ran outside, stretched out my hand, and caught the flawless white snowflakes. I thought: Whose skillful hand did this exquisite six-petal snowflake come from? And who released them in the sky? Ah, I suddenly understood that this is a masterpiece of nature and the condensation of nature's love for mankind! The snow kissed me tenderly, sprinkled on my face, felt cool, and fell into my neck, giving me a numbing sensation. It was so intoxicating! The snow keeps falling, as if telling people that it most wants to come to the world, leave white traces on the earth, and let the trees enjoy the sweet spring of life.

They are as gorgeous as spring flowers, as fluttering as summer butterflies, and as chic as autumn leaves. More references to beautiful articles about winter scenery: .cn After a while, a thin layer of white snow, like a huge, soft woolen blanket, covered the entire earth.

This is the first snow after winter. Although it is not very heavy, it brings vitality to the earth and mankind. I love the magnificent scenery in winter, and I love the spirit of nature - snow even more. 6. An 800-word essay on the scenery of early winter

I have experienced the spring with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, the scorching summer with the scorching sun, and the fruitful autumn, but my favorite is the winter that tests everyone’s perseverance.

Winter is here, and the snow is falling. Snowflakes as white as jade fell on the big tree, like beautiful butterflies.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a snow-white coat. Snowflakes fall on the fields, and the crops, flowers and plants seem to be covered with a thick quilt and are sleeping, waiting for new seedlings to grow next year. Snowflakes fall in school, we build snowmen, have snowball fights, and explore the mystery of snow...

I like snowflakes. Snowflakes bring us joy and a better harvest for the coming year.

What I admire and envy the most are the plum blossoms that bloom in the cold winter. The plum blossoms have green ice branches, elegant sparse shadows, beautiful colors, and pleasant fragrance. They bloom early and are known as the courtesans. There is a poem that praises plum blossoms: There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. From a distance, it does not look like snow, but there is a faint fragrance. The image of plum blossoms with iron bones and ice hearts, high-spirited and bright, encourages us to strive for self-improvement and welcome the arrival of spring with perseverance.

When I see the plum blossoms, I think of the soldiers of the national flag guard. I don’t know how much effort they put in to make the national flag and the sun rise together. But little is known about it. They went to the Beijing Observatory to check the sunrise and sunset times for 365 days a year, and combined the observation records in the square to compile a "national flag raising and lowering timetable." In order to master the 138 steps from Jinshui Bridge to the Tiananmen sentry post, they were not afraid of hard work and practiced day and night. They actually walked three "twenty-five thousand miles" in nine years.

In order to maintain their military appearance, they put on thick coats and stood on guard for two hours in the summer, and their underwear could squeeze out water; in the winter, they put on thin police uniforms and raised the flag in the severe cold , stand guard.

Around us, there are many people who are as tenacious and hardworking as plum blossoms. They work hard to build a better tomorrow for the motherland without any regrets. I think we primary school students should also learn from them. We should not give up on doing things halfway, but should start and finish, be confident, challenge ourselves, and defeat ourselves.

Snowflakes bring us happiness, plum blossoms encourage us to move forward, I love the beautiful winter.

Winter, come quickly! 7. Composition describing winter scenery

The biting cold wind blew away people’s joy of harvest without mercy. The goose-feather snow covered all the noise, and at the same time, it also covered the sunny mood.

In the cold wind, the topic "hate winter" spread throughout the city with the wind as a carrier, and also reached the ears of Winter herself, but Winter is not sad, she is still so calm and natural, she She knew that as time passed, her child, Spring, was about to go home. The winter in the story is just like the behind-the-scenes workers in real life, or the "villain" who performs on the stage and wears a regular coat and holds back the taxes. They are willing to suffer and suffer. As long as the performance goes smoothly, they will think that the sweat is Manna; no matter how directors vilify the negative characters, they all believe that it is their responsibility to successfully contrast the positive characters.

After the scene, people often remember which actor performed well on the stage, but who can tell the name of the chief planner of the party; after the movie ends, people talk about the touching scene of the hero saving the beauty. , but who cares about how many injuries the "bad guy" suffered during the "beating" during the filming. It is true that the highlight of the party is the performances of real stars, and the selling point of the movie is indeed the heroic appearance of the protagonist. But after watching it and laughing, don’t forget to bring along the cast and crew behind the scenes. Just in this way, those "winter" people will You will be very touched.

Winter is coming, can spring be far behind? The philosophy contained in the simple words has enlightened generations of people, but I always feel that this is a bit unfair to winter, and it seems to be advising you: stay up for two more days! Thinking about spring and blooming flowers, this damn winter won’t be so hard! But did you know that without heavy snow to keep the land warm, would spring planting be successful? Without winter freezes, would the soil be moist in spring? Without the training of the harsh winter, would Miss Chun's footsteps be so healthy and firm? Winter is the mother of spring, this is absolutely true. Therefore, I want to pirate Shelley's words: Without the arrival of winter, there will be no beautiful approach to spring.

Winter is a great mother. Spring is indeed gorgeous, summer is really passionate, and autumn is indeed plump. Most people want to be like them, pure, sunny, and steady.

But I like winter. It’s not that I’m pretending to be different or that I’m trying to be unique. I really love the calmness, selflessness, and tolerance of winter. Due to my personality orientation, I will most likely be a behind-the-scenes person in the future, a profession that contributes silently. I like it just like I like winter.

I will try my best, even though I am not glamorous; I will work hard, even though I am not dazzling. Because I think: Being a "winter" is more attractive. 8. A 400-word essay about winter scenery

The sky in winter is high, the color is light, and the sky is endless.

Occasionally, there are one or two snow-white clouds, adding a little color to the pale sky. The trees below are like old people wearing white coats. They are no longer naughty in spring and young in summer. When the wind blows, this "old man" staggers as if he is about to fall.

The grass below is still so green, not afraid of the torture of winter. Inside is a big flower bed, not like spring, where seeds of hope are sown, not like the blooming flowers in summer.

It is so desolate, the flowers have already withered, leaving only the white, soft snow. Inside, the little seeds of the flowers are sleeping, waiting for the warmth of spring to break out of their shells and start participating in the Flower Festival.

Next to it, there is a community where many children are having a snowball fight. They are having a great time, and many shells are whizzing by. Some of them played building a snowman, using a shovel and a wooden board to build the snowman's belly. Then, they used a bucket as a hat, a carrot as a nose, and freshly made broom arms.

People passing by are usually wearing cotton clothes and thick snow shoes, holding a bunch of big candied haws in their hands, with happy smiles on their faces. There is a small river next to the community. In spring, the river is crystal clear. There are many fish fry in the river. From time to time, people come to fish and relax. However, in winter, the river is frozen solid. Some people are playing on the ice, and some are fishing. They played on the ice slide and some played on the sledge, which was a great time.

I love winter, and I love winter scenery even more. 9. Composition describing winter scenery

The joy of winter

Grandpa Dong hurriedly took over from Miss Qiu and came to us. It brought the biting cold wind and brought The sight of dead branches and cold trees makes us feel that winter is coming!

When I woke up in the morning, the sky was filled with heavy fog. Milky white fog enveloped the earth, and there was a vast expanse of white everywhere. Walking on the road, you can't see people clearly from dozens of steps away; looking through the thick fog, the buildings and trees ahead can only be vaguely visible. In the fog, I heard the sound of cars but could not see anyone. Only the car lights were like eyes, blinking.

The coldness brought by winter is everywhere. Even when it is sunny and windless, the sky is dry and cold. Bare trees stood pitifully on both sides of Jiangbin Road, and the once-vibrant grass finally failed to hold on and turned yellow. The little flowers on the grass also fell asleep. The north wind blows, and the small trees struggle in the cold wind; the grass crawls on the ground, as if afraid of the sudden cold wind.

In such cold weather, you can also see some strong people who are not afraid of the cold wind. In front of the campus flag stand, green figures flashed. There are rows of graceful cypress trees. In the cold winter, the cypress trees are so rich, green and full of vitality.

Along Jiangbin Road, there are many iron trees planted. Its narrow, slender leaves shine green in the biting cold winter, adding greenery to the white winter and embellishing the cold winter.

The early morning in winter is very lively. In Jiangbin Park, people exercising can be seen everywhere. In the vast mist, figures kept shaking. The young people dress like athletes and are all in high spirits. They were running and jumping, full of energy and enthusiasm. The elderly also walked out of their homes, stretching their hands on the grass, kicking their legs, and jumping from time to time. Even though they are old people, they are no worse at exercising than young people. They fight tenaciously against the biting cold. Looking over there, even the seven- and eight-year-old children were exercising in a decent manner along with the adults. They were running out of breath and steaming from their heads. Look, what a vibrant winter!

I like winter because it can temper people's will and make people stronger.

Winter is finally here!