In study, work and even life, everyone has been exposed to writing. Writing is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. Then the question is coming, how to write an excellent composition? The following is a composition on the taste of winter that I have compiled for your reference, hoping to help friends in need. The taste of winter composition 1
The weather in winter is cold, and I think few people like winter. However, in my mind, winter is colorful and warm.
the cold wind is whistling, and all the leaves on the tree have fallen, leaving only the bare trunk. Sometimes, there are some flying snowflakes in the sky, and we are almost all flowers in the greenhouse, enjoying peace and happiness. However, behind our happiness, it is the hard work left by our parents.
snowflakes like goose feathers are dancing in the sky, and I am walking alone on my way to school. The road is so long and bumpy. The cold wind blows mercilessly, leaving a trace on my face. The trunks on both sides of the road sway in the wind, just like the devil's claws are stretching. On snowy days, the road is slippery. Soon, I saw many children in front of me. They were all escorted to school by their parents. They were afraid that their children would slip and feel lonely in the wind. I can't help but envy them.
it's freezing cold. Before going out in the morning, I didn't think it was cold, and I didn't wear clothes when my mother asked me to. I ran out wearing thin clothes. Unexpectedly, it was so cold. Now I think of a sentence: if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer. The wind enters my clothes at the edge of my neck. Walking, I heard a familiar voice, ah, it was mom! He sent me clothes; Brought me warmth. In a short time, the wind stopped roaring, the snowflakes floated down with a smile, and the tree trunks were blowing in the wind, just like brave soldiers.
I quickened my pace and soon got to school.
true feelings are revealed in winter. In every winter, I don't feel cold because there is love. Love can melt glaciers, make people no longer lonely, and have motivation to do things. Gradually, I like winter. Every year, I look forward not only to spring, but also to winter. Growing up, I also learned to give love to others. Love is mutual. In my mind, the taste of winter is faint sweetness. The flavor of winter composition 2
In early spring, winter is still strong, and suddenly it is spring, and the moon walks into the night sky of spring with cold.
I wonder why? I love winter deeply. Although it is spring, what I can smell is still the smell of winter! If spring regenerates everything in the world, then the withered winter is a deep wait for a new rebirth. Winter is a deep thought and a gestation. Much like a finished life course, I am looking forward to the next transcendence, praying for a higher breakthrough, and opening another realm of life to look forward to the next spring of life. Perhaps, only in this constant transcendence can life not stagnate.
I like the winter moon without compromise. Wandering alone in the moonlight, I have to think about it in the day, and even forget about it at this moment; What is too busy to care about, or even forgotten, will become clear at this time. Such a clean moonlight makes the treasures in the depths of the heart bloom, and even the pain becomes so beautiful and moving. In this hazy reality, I am carefree, thoughtless, relaxed physically and mentally, and my breathing becomes slightly even and imperceptible. Just like a fish swimming in clear water for fun, floating in the moonlight, sucking Yue Hui and Guanghua, or parking or wandering, intoxicated. The cold moon, the white light, and the white frost condensed in the cold light. In the empty night sky, I can feel the moonlight flowing and hear its rhythm. Under this beauty and gentleness, as long as I concentrate my attention and feel emotional, I can hear my beautiful voice and see my dreamy dream ... < P > I can't get rid of winter snow. The falling hexagonal petals, cuddling and cuddling with each other, fell asleep peacefully in the hazy boundless. The mountains in the distance and the trees in the vicinity covered their shy faces with an ice coat from dark black. Without exception, heaven and earth are shrouded in illusion. At this moment, I can look at the horizon; Now give ear and hear the cape. Although heaven banished the noise, ugliness and crowding in this boat of my life, it also allowed me to park my life in this simple, bright and clean life. Therefore, I am grateful for life and the gift from God. I was intoxicated with the dream woven by the ice and snow. I even forgot when I entered the dream, and I didn't think of getting out of this quiet and pleasant dream.
winter is thick and deep. Just like wine, the older it is, the more mellow it becomes. Wine is the proudest liquid, and it can't be ignored. If you really want to appreciate its taste, you must be alone, and your thoughts will fly with the intensity, just like a wonderful piece of music. I am a person who doesn't understand wine, but I often drink it. Maybe I should apologize to wine. I failed its alcohol heart. In fact, I just hope that I can dissolve acacia in a glass of wine, or savor it carefully in the quiet night, or drink it off at one gulp, and the story in the cup disappears in a shocking way, making me forget the pain of my soul and the loneliness that haunts my heart in an instant. Unfortunately, I am full of acacia and drunk all my life. Acacia is a cup of strong liquor, but it is lovely, and it is always drunk for a lifetime before drinking it. Trying to get drunk and get rid of your eyebrows is simply an idiotic dream. Where can I exile you from that thick yearning?
I miss you, in the early spring when the snow and ice melt, under the bright and gentle moonlight.
This winter has passed, and another annual ring has been frozen. Before I was ready for anything, my life took another big step forward. The vicissitudes of life are engraved on the face and precipitated in the heart. In the long river of time, I only have my own ray of moonlight, a piece of white, a glass of wine and a dream. If I don't cherish it a little, I will go through a lot of hardships and everything will be wasted.
I miss the smell of winter, not because of the moon, snow and wine, but because I have a you this winter! Smell of Winter Composition 3
When it comes to winter, you will smell the sunshine. A fresh smell of rice fragrance permeates in the sunshine, which is warm and permeates into every nerve cell under every inch of skin, making the whole body comfortable.
In winter in rural areas, my mother often takes off and washes the sheets and quilts on a sunny morning. First, cook a pot of early-morning rice in a large iron pot in the kang hole and filter it out as thick as milk. When it is still steaming hot water mist, it is poured into the cleaned quilt cover, let it be pulped and washed, and then it is hung directly on the wire rope in front of the door. The red, green and floral quilt covers the whole courtyard, dripping with moist and crystal-clear "pearl" water one after another, which is as novel and beautiful as Huaguoshan water curtain cave. When the sun is west, it is cold. Only a touch of sunset glow on the horizon still exudes a trace of warmth. Mother spread a new mat on the grass in front of the door, accepted the sun-dried quilt cover, folded the quilt corner, narrowed her eyes, put needles on the ground, and sewed the quilt one by one. The quilt covered with rice soup was flat and brand-new. Although it was a little hard, it smelled of fragrance and sunshine. When I was young, I often liked to roll on the paved quilt. Smell the fresh sunshine deeply, and smell the attractive rice fragrance. When you sleep in a freshly washed bed at night, your body is softly surrounded by the warm sunshine, smelling the pleasant rice fragrance and falling asleep sweetly.
When you think of winter, you will crave the fragrant roasted sweet potato, fragrant popcorn and fried rice. They are all delicious foods that you can taste while burning a fire. In rural areas, cooking is done in a pot furnace or a kang hole. Dig a shallow crane on the ground, code a few bricks behind it as a smoke stove, and put a kettle for hot foot washing water. A gong pot hook can be hung on the pot stove, which can also move up and down, and an iron gong pot that is blackened by smoke can be hung to cook. When cooking, stir a sweet potato on the red ashes, or throw a golden corn cob, and stir red grass ashes on it from time to time. Put it on the ground and roll it, you can shake off the grass ash and break the paste shell outside. There is attractive orange-red sweet potato meat inside, which is delicious, hot and My Sweetie's. If you swallow it in one gulp, your intestines will run straight and your whole body will be warm. You can chew the corn cob directly like playing a harmonica. Some of them burst into flowers and have a crisp fragrance. After eating, your mouth will be like a cat. When cooking. That's fried rice explosion. Because it burns rice grains after the autumn harvest, a grain of rice will be "popped" from time to time to taste, so burning fire in winter is the most sought-after job.
The taste on the table in winter is steaming and warm. When my father comes home, a white charcoal stove will be raised on the table. It is a white aluminum fire boiler with a fire bridge under it and a white charcoal on it. Then put them one by one with tongs on the furnace bridge under the smokehouse. In a short time, the pot edges around the smokehouse will sizzle. There are often boiled tofu, Chinese cabbage, shallots, celery and other farm dishes in it. Our family is sitting around the table, sucking hot air while eating. My brother and I always stretch our necks to clip them. Father always told us not to move. He always tilted his face slightly, looked at his eyes, blew away the misty white fog, picked up smooth tofu and watery cabbage with chopsticks, and put them on our white rice. Later, maybe he got used to it. He got used to it. As long as we ate hot pot, most of us always enjoyed it, always eagerly looking at the white charcoal stove, waiting for the hot food to fall into us from his father's chopsticks. Stretching chopsticks to grab a pair blindly, my father always smiles "hey hey", revealing a tooth hole that was broken by rocking the car. Although it snows outside, it's warm in spring at home. It was ten years ago, and the home is always filled with dense heat and happy laughter. Now my father has been dead for almost seven years, but I always think of his missing front teeth when he smiles.
Warm. Winter Flavor Composition 4
I remember when I was in the third grade of primary school, I learned an article called "Giant's Garden", which involved several scenery descriptions. At the end of class, the teacher asked everyone to say "What do you smell in spring, summer, autumn and winter?" As soon as the voice fell, the students discussed it noisily. The class suddenly had hands like a forest. Not to be outdone, I stood up and raised my hand. Some students said that they smelled flowers in spring, wheat in summer and apples in autumn. Damn it! Tell me everything I want to say! Hey, why didn't anyone say winter? What is there to say in winter? A bare patch. I had a brainwave and said, "I smell the children baking rabbits in winter!" " The class was in uproar. I think I'm right, because there is only the smell of roasted rabbits in winter, and I can't think of anything else. Who else can tell me what else smells in winter?
The teacher told me to be careful in my future speech, not to talk nonsense, and to be poetic. I want to refute, but I am afraid that it will affect the teacher's teaching mood, so I have to nod against my will. This is the first time that I "disobeyed my teacher" and didn't listen to my teacher. Still going its own way, doing the "villain role" that "the language is not amazing and never stops" and what to say.
After learning the lesson "Drawing Carambola", I strengthened my mind and drew the "five-pointed star" I saw. Even if I was laughed at by others, it was right to stick to the truth!
Since ancient times, people who dare to tell the truth have come to a miserable end (mostly), because they advise others with their own advice and sometimes challenge the bottom line of those people's patience. What's wrong with seeking truth from facts? It can help people stick to the truth. Everyone is familiar with Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. I'm afraid that Emperor Gaozu can't compare with him in his life's contribution to the Western Han Dynasty. However, he was also a bit headstrong, killing people who had committed their own taboos without mercy, and even killing several prime ministers who were below one person and above ten thousand people. For this point, many official histories of future generations are understated or not mentioned at all. But Sima Qian, the author of Historical Records in the Western Han Dynasty, is not like this. Praise him for his exploits; For its faults, it will never be merciless. So that they are always framed by traitors and imprisoned. Another example is Wei Zhi. Emperor Taizong respected him very much and regarded him as a mirror. But his outspokenness also made Emperor Taizong say that "Tian She Weng will be killed", but Wei Zhi's advice promoted the development of the Tang Dynasty. Emperor Taizong put Wei Zhi and Fang Xuanling together: "Fang Xuanling before Zhenguan, Wei Zhi after Zhenguan. The two pillars support me in the Tang Dynasty! " As a result, Wei Zhi was called "a famous admonisher" and "an admonisher" by later generations.
Although the quality of seeking truth from facts makes people vulnerable to hardships, I still want to use this quality to illuminate my life.
what's the smell of winter? Seek truth from facts. The flavor of winter composition 5
Chunhua Qiushi, four seasons cycle, year after year, seems to be endless spring, summer, autumn and winter. I love winter because of its crystal and purity.
the winter in the north is long, like being tired after the prosperity of spring, summer and autumn, and the earth is deeply asleep. So serene, people feel at ease when they see their hearts, and their wandering hearts have a direction, so they are no longer confused.
I'm always looking forward to the snowy day. As soon as I enter November, I'm thinking and thinking. When one morning, I heard my family say, "Look, it's snowing outside!" " I hurried to the window and looked at the white world. My heart suddenly became quiet, and the pure white ice particles seemed to be able to wash away any darkness. The house is white, the trees are white, the roads are white, and the earth is white. Snow dressed it up, which made it even more solemn. ()
I like the feeling of stepping on the snow. Looking at it, it was white, leaving a line of footprints on the soft snow. Make a snowman and have a snowball fight on it, leaving a scene of laughter. In everyone's fond memories of childhood, it is indispensable to make a snowman and have a snowball fight with your partner.
Spring is full of vitality, summer is grandiose, and autumn is harvest. Only winter can make people calmly face the past and look forward to the future after everything. In thinking, we can find our own shortcomings and improve ourselves to better adapt to life.
Winter is quiet and inspiring.
"There are several plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens them alone. I know from afar that it is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance. " The pink in the corner is out of place in the depressed winter. There are only a few plum blossoms in the corner of the cold east wind, which makes people feel a little warmth and get a little comfort. Yes, this is Mei's habit-it opens in winter. Can it also be regarded as Mei's own choice? Far away from the summer when flowers are blooming, it chooses to open in winter. It is arrogant and lofty, but it is even more persevering. Whenever I see a few red plums standing in the corner of a courtyard, I can't help but feel sour, but more, I still have strength and courage. Whenever this happens, I can especially understand those who have been encouraged by Mei.