It just snowed. When I stepped into Huixin Park, the first thing I saw was a sparse forest. The lush forest in the past has become a world wrapped in silver. Tall poplar branches like a sword into the sky. Several pines and cypresses. Stretching its brown "arms", dark green needle-like leaves are covered with fluffy snow, like white cotton-padded clothes, and willow trees are decorated with white snow, which looks like blooming chrysanthemums.
Crossing the small bridge on the lake and coming to the other side, I climbed the small rockery and looked around. As far as I can see, there is snow everywhere. I accidentally bumped into a small tree on the roadside, and the snow on the tree fell on my head, face and body, as if I were in a fairyland. Costumes are dancing under the rockery, and children in the distance are having snowball fights and making snowmen, laughing and laughing. Very lively.
Ah, Bai Xue, the messenger of this winter, has brought infinite vitality and vigor to Huixin Park and the whole earth.
The full text is dynamic and static, which set off each other and complement each other. The depression of winter disappeared, expressing the happy mood of the little author at this moment.
On the way back from the remedial class, I asked curiously, "Mom, what is the park like in winter?" Mother replied, "Let's go in and have a look!" " "
The gate of the park still stands, but it makes me feel very desolate. Looking at the dead grass and trees, I think this is a very "cold" park, but the old people fight boxing and practice Tai Chi as usual. Let me feel very surprised and admired!
In summer, the sight of trees and flowers in full bloom is swept away, but if you look closely at the branches, you will find that there is vitality hidden in them. Mom told me that when spring comes, new green leaves will grow from the "small bags" on the branches to decorate the park, and the grass with dead leaves as quilts will have a good sleep in this season! When the spring breeze blows, they will make the earth green again.
I seem to see the scene of spring again, and then I suddenly realize that the beautiful scenery of the park in summer comes from the hope bred in winter!
After the snow, I know a little about the children's snow the other day. In the composition class yesterday afternoon, I specially arranged exercises related to snow. Grade three students, who have just come into contact with the whole composition, don't know what to write to fully express the snow.
So, I dug out the blog "Talking about Snow with Children" the other day and reviewed this blog with the children. They are very excited to see their names and words appear on the big screen. With this momentum, I asked them to read the above words sentence by sentence. After reading every sentence, I will ask them: which aspect of snow can this sentence be used to describe? Or ask: Where do you think these words can be used in the composition? After reading more than twenty sentences, we summarized several sections, such as beautiful snowflakes, scenery in the snow, games in the snow, snow sweeping scenes and feelings in the snow. Sentences that can be used as the beginning, end and transition are also found.
Finally, I asked them: Are you confident to write this composition well? Their brains have become richer, and naturally their confidence has doubled. They all told me loudly: Yes! Several other students asked, Teacher, can we write something else? I am very satisfied with this question. I smiled and told them that the teacher's explanation just now was just an example. I want to inspire you, open the door of your thinking, and let you write a composition with personal characteristics. This is the real purpose of the teacher.
At first, the classroom was quiet, but the children's eyes were shining with wisdom!
The campus after the snow is beautiful. On the roof of the teaching building, Snow Girl generously gave it a thick white blanket. The railing is covered with crystal-like ice, which makes the railing have exquisite lace.
In front of the teaching building, two osmanthus trees are covered with white snow balls. The breeze blew, and the snowballs on the branches flew down one by one, as if nodding to us! In that rectangular flower bed, only the flowers and trees with branches are like dead trees in spring, full of "white flowers". Even the pine tree, which was originally unable to blossom, is not to be outdone at this moment, and it blooms a white smiling face to people.
The big playground is more beautiful. On the spacious ground, it is like a huge "Simmons" mattress, white and soft. I really want to lie on it and have a good sleep. When I walked up, it still squeaked. Hey, did I hurt it?
On the big playground, there are many children making snowmen. The snowman they made is lifelike. Some children are having a snowball fight. They grabbed a handful from the snow and kneaded it into a ball. When they threw it, a child was thrown out and they became a "snowman".
How beautiful the campus is after the snow!
Last night, it snowed for the first time this year.
This morning, I looked out through the glass window. It's really beautiful. Between heaven and earth, there is an incomparably wide bead curtain, which is a foggy bead curtain. After breakfast, I came to the campus along the mountain road paved with bluestones.
Look! Our campus, the straight cement road has been paved with a long white carpet, so pure and crystal clear, it looks really unbearable to step on it. On both sides of the road are two rows of neat cypress trees in white cloaks. On the roof, Snow Girl generously gave it a thick white quilt, and the eaves were covered with crystal-clear small ice cubes and inlaid with a delicate lace. In front of the campus, a small pine tree is covered with fluffy white snowballs. The breeze blew and the branches trembled, as if nodding to us. In the big round flower bed, all kinds of flowers and trees have withered their leaves and flowers, and now they are full of white flowers. The scenery on the playground is more beautiful. The willows on both sides, the cement table tennis table under the tree and the tall basketball stand on the cement court are all wrapped in silver. From a distance, there seems to be a huge "Simmons" on the wide playground. ...
How beautiful the campus is after the snow!
When I cross a straight and wide road, I will find a beautiful park not far from my mother's work unit.
This park is located in the center of the city. This park is picturesque all year round, but I just like the park after the snow.
The heavy snow fell on the house, like pieces of delicious cream cakes; Falling on a tree is like putting a white hat on it; Falling in the bushes, like soft and attractive cotton candy; Fall to the ground, like a snow-white blanket on the ground. The snow stopped, and many lively and lovely children ran out from home to play in the snow. Some people make snowmen, some people have snowball fights, some people roll snowballs ... what a beautiful picture!
From this, I thought of the painters in China, who painted the magnificent rivers and mountains of our great motherland with their brushstrokes. Pedestrians around me take out their mobile phones to take pictures from time to time, trying to preserve this beautiful scenery forever. At this time, the sun father-in-law leaned out and drove away the dark clouds in the sky, revealing the blue sky and white clouds. How beautiful! The sun shines on the snow, shining like a crystal layer. It suddenly occurred to me that it is precisely because of the snow in winter and the humidity in spring that the park is another kind of scenery, with flowers blooming and trees flourishing. ...
I love my hometown, a small city full of vitality, and I love the ice and snow park in this city even more!