It's foggy in the morning. The milky fog hangs over the earth, and there is white everywhere. Walking on the road, you can't see the figure clearly dozens of steps away; From the dense fog, you can only vaguely see the buildings and trees in front. In the fog, I heard the car, but I couldn't see the figure. Only the headlights are blinking like eyes.
The cold brought by winter is everywhere, even when there is no wind on a sunny day, it is dry and cold. Bare trees stood piteously on both sides of Jiang Bin Road, and the once vibrant grass finally failed to support and withered. The little flowers on the grass also fell asleep. The north wind is blowing, and young trees are struggling in the cold wind; The grass crawled on the ground as if afraid of the sudden cold wind.
The winter sun in Shenzhen will feel a little warm on you, but every time the cold wind strikes, it will take away your warmth and get cold. Of course, if northerners are here, it may be a warm time. But it is an unbearable cold season for southerners who are used to the warm season. Winter in Shenzhen can be said to be a strange season. Although the sun is shining and the wind is howling, the air is still so fresh. When the sun shines on your body, you will feel a little warm, but every time the cold wind strikes, it will take away the warmth of your body and get cold. Of course, if northerners are here, it may be a warm time. But it is an unbearable cold season for southerners who are used to the warm season. Trees and grass don't mean to turn yellow at all, but they are still greener than usual. The sun shines dimly on the leaves, and the green stares at your eyes, which is a little silvery and feels like heaven. The flowers on some plants have not withered, and some are still buds, 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 were wearing several layers of clothes and their hands were tightly stuck in their pants. Their faces are so cute. Look! This is winter in Shenzhen, a strange winter! Winter goes and spring comes, and everything recovers and is 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 release our happiness to the maximum extent, 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! The winter in my heart 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.
Winter suddenly comes. A few days ago, the gorgeous sunshine tickled people's faces. 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.
Just a few gloomy days.
It's winter (500 words). The biting cold wind mercilessly blew away the joy of people's harvest. The heavy snow covered all the noise and sunny mood at the same time. In the cold wind, the topic of "hate winter" spread all over the city with the wind as the carrier, and also reached my ears in winter. But winter is not sad, she is still so calm and natural. She knows that as time goes by, her children will go home soon in spring.
Winter in the story is like a behind-the-scenes worker in real life, or a person who plays a "villain" on the stage. They are willing to suffer. As long as the performance goes well, they will think that sweat is dew; No matter how the director demonizes the negative characters, he thinks it is his responsibility to successfully contrast the positive characters. After the scenery, people often remember which actor performed well on the stage, but who can tell the master plan of the party; At the end of the film, people talked about the touching scene of the hero saving the United States, but who would care that the "bad guy" was injured many times because of filming "Beaten"
It is true that the focus of the party is the performance of real stars, and the selling point of the film is really the hero's character. After watching and laughing, don't forget to bring the cast behind the scenes. Only in this way, those "winters" will be very moved.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? The philosophy contained in simple words has inspired generation after generation, but I always feel that this is a bit unfair to winter, giving people the feeling that they are advising you: stay up for another two days! Think of the flowers in spring, this damn winter is not so hard!
But do you know that sowing in spring will be smooth without heavy snow? If there is no ice in winter, will the soil be wet in spring? Without the tempering of severe winter, will the footsteps of Miss Chun be so healthy and firm? It is true that winter is the mother of spring. Therefore, I want to pirate an old man Shelley's sentence: Without the arrival of winter, there will be no beautiful approach of spring. Winter is a great mother.
Spring is gorgeous, summer is passionate and autumn is full. Most people want to be as pure, sunny and steady as they are. But I like winter, not that I pretend to be different, not that I pretend to have personality. I really love the coolness, selflessness and tolerance in winter. From my personality orientation, I will probably be a behind-the-scenes person in the future, and I like it as much as I like winter. I will try my best, although I am not beautiful; I will work hard, although I am not dazzling. Because I think:
Being a "winter" is more attractive.
Write a 600-word composition. Winter is here.
Just sent away the cool autumn, winter seems to come in a hurry. Winter especially likes to play tricks on people, and always comes to you quietly, so that you can feel the breath of winter unconsciously. ...
Winter is beautiful. The snow is fluttering, like a fairy scattering flowers, one after another, white and translucent, as thin as a veil. She covered the world of pink makeup and jade with her weak body, and Wan Li was flawless and frozen for thousands of miles.
The fir trees also began to shed leaves, which were extremely gorgeous. The bright red color on the ground dazzled me. Only then did I know that the air was really quiet and I couldn't see the jubilation of herons and magpies. The world is so empty, there is nothing in it, but nothing can hold it. The sky is no longer high and blue, but deeply and secretly pressing my world.
Spring is gorgeous, summer is passionate and autumn is full. Most people want to be as pure, sunny and steady as they are. But I like winter, not that I pretend to be different, not that I pretend to have personality. I really love the coolness, selflessness and tolerance in winter. From my personality orientation, I will probably be a behind-the-scenes person in the future, and I like it as much as I like winter. I will try my best, although I am not beautiful; I will work hard, although I am not dazzling. Because I think "winter" is more attractive. It always reminds people of the expectation that "the willow blossoms will bloom in another month, and people will meet after dusk", and the seclusion of "the shadow is shallow, and the fragrance floats on the moon", remembering countless beautiful legends. Vaguely, ethereal, but so moving. At this time, take a look at the outline of the distant mountain again. With its unique silence in winter, it is transpiration to announce its breadth and massiness. The world also quieted down at this moment and sank into eternal peace.
In winter, as an elder, you show people that all vitality is born in dryness, and all hope is hidden outside the noise.
5. Write an essay on "Winter is coming", and 400 is enough.
Miss Qiu left, Grandpa Winter came quietly, and the north wind blew, telling us that the cold winter has arrived.
The north wind blows to the treetops, which are shivering with cold. When it blows on the grass, the grass changes color. It blew on the flower bed, and all the flowers withered, leaving only the bare cerebellum to wear. Only Chimonanthus praecox and Narcissus are still open despite the cold. They are quietly floating with a faint fragrance, bringing vitality to the cold winter.
Where did the little animals go? Swallows, red-crowned cranes and geese flew to the warm south as early as autumn. Little ants are eating food in the warm hole. Frogs, pythons-they are sleeping in the cave!
Early in the morning, I woke up to see white ice flowers on the glass window. I exclaimed in surprise, "Mom, look, there are flowers on the glass window." Ah! How beautiful! It is like a broad leaf, like a tender grass, like a plump peony, bright and white. I know this must be a gift from Grandpa Dong to the earth.
After a while, a large-a large-a large-snowflakes fell in succession. The flying snow is as beautiful as the jade leaf and silver flower sown by the goddess. I got dressed, brushed my teeth and washed my face, and went downstairs to make a snowman without eating. I saw children playing in groups, some skiing, some skating, some skipping rope and some having snowball fights.
Ah! I like your winter. Do the children like this silver winter?
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In winter, I was so cold and silent, quietly watching the once noisy colors wither sadly, listening to the once melodious and happy birds singing alone, letting the flowers wither, letting the river freeze, and being silent in winter.
I stepped on the thick snow and looked at the desolate scenery around me. It was winter! It is winter that turns past anger into today's silence, past profusion into today's nothingness, and makes the world hopeless!
Suddenly, I smelled an elegant fragrance. Looking down the fragrance, it was Mei! It's wintersweet smiling in the silence of heavy snow! Suddenly, I thought of pine trees. Isn't it still tall and straight in the north wind of Darkscream? They spread the breath of hope in winter and smiled at me. I see ...
There is no charming temptation in winter, and shallow people think he is cold and dull; Without flashy agitation in winter, a mediocre human body will not realize the profundity and splendor behind his indifference.
Winter can't make people intoxicated. You should be close to him and endure the loneliness and unspeakable pain that you can't find your way.
Winter can't make people relax. You should be close to him, stretch out your passionate heart, walk into the wind, stand in the snow and listen to his distant teachings.
Winter once had a different meaning and Zen machine. Beneath his cold appearance wrapped in hope, we were discouraged, and the shallow and narrow sand covered our eyes. It is precisely because our ignorance misunderstood his expectations of good and suffering, and it is precisely because our shallowness distorted his profound enlightenment.
6. Winter snow composition
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.
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.
7. Wonderful composition, it is best to write about winter ~ ~ ~ ~ There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery, and 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.
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.
The biting cold wind mercilessly blew away the joy of people's harvest, and the heavy snow covered all the noise and sunny mood at the same time. In the cold wind, the topic of "hate winter" spread all over the city with the wind as the carrier, and also reached my ears in winter. But winter is not sad, she is still so calm and natural. She knows that as time goes by, her children will go home soon in spring.
Winter in the story is like a behind-the-scenes worker in real life, or a person who plays a "villain" on the stage. They are willing to suffer. As long as the performance goes well, they will think that sweat is dew; No matter how the director demonizes the negative characters, he thinks it is his responsibility to successfully contrast the positive characters. After the scenery, people often remember which actor performed well on the stage, but who can tell the master plan of the party; At the end of the film, people talked about the touching scene of the hero saving the United States, but who would care that the "bad guy" was injured many times because of filming "Beaten"
It is true that the focus of the party is the performance of real stars, and the selling point of the film is really the hero's character. After watching and laughing, don't forget to bring the cast behind the scenes. Only in this way, those "winters" will be very moved.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? The philosophy contained in simple words has inspired generation after generation, but I always feel that this is a bit unfair to winter, giving people the feeling that they are advising you: stay up for another two days! Think of the flowers in spring, this damn winter is not so hard!
But do you know that sowing in spring will be smooth without heavy snow? If there is no ice in winter, will the soil be wet in spring? Without the tempering of severe winter, will the footsteps of Miss Chun be so healthy and firm? It is true that winter is the mother of spring. Therefore, I want to pirate an old man Shelley's sentence: Without the arrival of winter, there will be no beautiful approach of spring. Winter is a great mother.
Spring is gorgeous, summer is passionate and autumn is full. Most people want to be as pure, sunny and steady as they are. But I like winter, not that I pretend to be different, not that I pretend to have personality. I really love the coolness, selflessness and tolerance in winter. From my personality orientation, I will probably be a behind-the-scenes person in the future, and I like it as much as I like winter. I will try my best, although I am not beautiful; I will work hard, although I am not dazzling. Because I think:
Being a "winter" is more attractive.
8. Write a landscape composition in winter, 500 words Winter is a mirror of a cold night, with a chill. 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.
winter
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.
9. Write a composition on the topic of running through winter. What can you write about Mu Mu:
Remember that winter when you were 5 years old? Every morning, dad always takes you to run in the park not far from home.
You get tired after running for a lap or two at first. Stop and beg your father not to let you run. But, dad said no, you must finish running. If you are tired of running, you can run slowly. If you are tired of running slowly, you can walk, but you just can't stop.
In the winter morning, there is no one in the park. Poplar trees on the roadside have peeled off into bare branches and trembled in the cold air. You run like hell, and your breath turns into white fog. Gradually, you run hot, and the yellow wool hat you take off draws a streamline around the flower bed with the action in your hand. So it's not cold in winter, and there is life flowing in winter.
Now, you're going to be an adult, and you're going to be baptized.
You will look up at the sky from the earth one night, and a meteor will pass by, fleeting, and shed a light. I said, this is life. In the long river of time, life is only a short moment.
When your life begins, you are no different from others. But when you enter the society, you are different from others.
Perhaps, you will encounter diseases, which is one of the greatest misfortunes in life. However, no matter what kind of disease you encounter, don't give up fighting it, even if it's only three days. Life and death are irresistible, and life can be chosen. Don't take health as the mortgage of life, exercise all your life and have a healthy body and physiology.
Maybe you will fall into poverty. Poverty is not terrible, what is terrible is the spirit of poverty. Economy is an eternal virtue. If you are rich, help the poor.
Perhaps, you will encounter failure and know the course of life, with more adversity and less prosperity. Therefore, we should use our wisdom and do our best in everything. Society only looks at your results, but you should pay attention to the process of hard work. Even if you fail, don't give up. Society has no sympathy for tears. God only saves those who save themselves.
Maybe you will fall into loneliness. A determined climber always walks alone, so he should keep himself in emotional loneliness and cherish himself. All lakes have bright moons, and there are always fishing songs.
Appearance is innate, a person's beauty is not for everyone to see, and not everyone will see you beautiful. What supports beauty is morality, temperament and culture.
Dress neatly and harmoniously. You can dress better with money, but don't be extravagant; If you have time, you can dress beautifully, but it is not complicated.
Because of life, time is meaningful; Because of time, life can continue. Cherish time, cherish life and make full use of the time and money you have every day.
Do all the responsibilities in life!
Everything is the suffering and responsibility of your life given by God, as normal and natural as a river. In this case, let it come, you have begun to grow up, embrace your life with smile and courage!
There will be many winters in life. Run, don't stop, through the winter!