In life, work and study, people always have contact with writing, with which people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. Then the question is coming, how to write an excellent composition? The following is my composition in the cold wind for your reference, hoping to help friends in need. Composition 1

in the cold wind is another winter, and we have ushered in a season of cold wind. In this roar, a story echoed in my mind for a long time, which made me unable to let go.

It was a cold winter, and it had just rained lightly, gloomy, wet and cold, and my heart was as gloomy and lifeless as this weather. I just had an exam yesterday, and I failed it. I shook my head and sighed softly: "If I had been more careful yesterday, I would have been more careful. Almost, almost!" If only I could start over. I stepped on the small puddle beside me angrily, and the water splashed, and my trousers got wet, and I felt a burst of coolness, but I didn't care. Suddenly, I heard a gentle call from behind: "Xiang Haoran! "I turned around like a rude awakening. It turned out to be Mr. Chen, the math teacher. I gave a team salute to Mr. Chen:" Hello, teacher! " There is still a trace of loneliness on his face. Teacher Chen seems to have guessed my thoughts. She smiled and grabbed my little hand, warming me with her hands and said, "Why don't you wear gloves in such cold weather?" What should I do if my hand is frozen? Pay attention to keep warm! " Teacher Chen gave me a kind look and said, "You seem a little unhappy today. What's the matter?" My face suddenly became a ripe big apple. I smiled unnaturally and muttered, "Actually, I, I have nothing ..." "Do you think you didn't get good grades in the exam?" I nodded and bowed my head in shame. Teacher Chen smiled kindly and gently touched my head: "Don't lose confidence because of an exam. Just sum up your shortcomings and correct them, and you will make progress!"

Teacher Chen's words made me suddenly enlightened, just like a ray of sunshine, which lit up the cold weather, the world and my gloomy heart. Thank you, Mr. Chen! Composition 2 in the cold wind

Food is the most important thing for people, some people are very casual about eating, some people are very particular about eating, and I am very picky about eating. At noon on a weekend, my father cooked a big table of dishes. Hungry, I rushed to the table, but I didn't have a favorite dish. Watching my parents eat it with relish, I was as tasteless as chewing wax. Dad saw my displeasure and asked me what I wanted to eat. He cooked it for me at night. I thought for a moment and said that I wanted to eat sweet and sour pork tenderloin. Dad said yes, and my mood suddenly improved, looking forward to having dinner early.

But there was no sweet and sour pork tenderloin on the dinner table. My original happy mood suddenly dropped to freezing point. I pursed my lips: "Didn't you say to eat sweet and sour pork tenderloin at night?" Why not? " Seeing that I was so disappointed, my father said, "This dish is very difficult to make. If it is not cooked well, it will taste terrible. I will take you out to eat tomorrow." After listening to my father say this, my mood improved.

the next day, I got up early and finished my homework for the day, waiting for my father to take me out to a restaurant to eat sweet and sour pork tenderloin. Who knows, we went to several hotels in a row without this dish. Helpless, dad said he would cook it for me at night, and finally waited until dinner, but there was still no sweet and sour fillet on the table. I was so angry and wronged that I didn't eat a bite in anger and sat in a chair gloomily. I saw my father shoveling rice, and soon he finished the rice in the bowl. He put down the chopsticks and got up and said, "Son, I'm going out to buy it, but I may not be able to buy it." With that, dad went out of the door. The wind roared outside, and my heart suddenly became uneasy, praying that my father could buy that dish.

after a long time, there was a heavy footstep in the corridor. I pricked up my ears to tell if my father had come back. When I heard the sound of taking out the key at the door, I confirmed that my father had come back. I quickly ran to the door and opened the door, only to find my father panting and his hair messy. A lock of hair was placed on his forehead, blocking his view. My father was holding a packing box tightly in his hands: "Son! Looking at my father's awkward appearance, I was just sulking, and suddenly I swept away my unhappiness. I took some hot lunch boxes from my father's hands and smelled the fragrant food. I couldn't wait to open the lid without washing my hands. I grabbed a piece and sent it to my mouth. The crispy taste spread between my lips and teeth, and I ate several pieces in a row.

The north wind is blowing outside, and the branches are making a "snapping" sound. I enjoy the delicious sweet and sour tenderloin comfortably at home and eat it. It seems that I saw my father walk through streets and lanes in the cold wind to buy this dish, and went to one restaurant after another to buy this special dish that many restaurants don't do now. At the thought of this, I felt a pain in my heart. I wanted to say sorry to my father, but this sentence was said in my heart for thousands of times. In front of my father, I couldn't say it. I was annoyed by my waywardness just now. I decided that from now on, I would never be picky about what my father cooked.

Although it has been a while, every time I think about it, I always feel extremely warm in my heart, not only because of the delicious food, but also because of the deep father's love behind this dish. Composition 3 in the cold wind

Hoo-hoo-the north wind roared, and it was winter in a blink of an eye. The biting cold wind blew snowflakes. My grandmother and I braved the cold wind and came to school against the flying snowflakes in the sky.

I feel much more comfortable when I walk into the warm classroom. When I started reading in the morning, I found that the Chinese book had disappeared. I couldn't find it in my schoolbag. I picked up my schoolbag and poured out all the books, but I didn't find any Chinese books. Rushed to the office to make a phone call.

beep-the number you dialed ... I redialed the number anxiously, and a crisp voice sounded: Hello! Mom, I left my Chinese book at home! I shouted at the other end of the phone, so I'll ask grandma to bring it to you right away. Mom hung up the phone quickly after she finished. After a while, my mother called and said that my grandmother didn't answer the phone and might still be on her way home. This makes me stamp my feet in a hurry. Fortunately, the first class was math, and I was relieved. But I was restless in the whole math class and kept thinking about the Chinese book.

Ding Ling Ling ... The ringing bell rang. This is really a wonderful voice. I rushed out of the classroom like an arrow leaving the string and rushed to the reception room. There is still no Chinese book. I waited there anxiously, but my grandmother still didn't come.

The bell rang, so I had to run back to the classroom. I thought as I ran, if only I got used to it better. I should have checked my schoolbag before going to bed, so that I wouldn't leave my Chinese book at home ... < P > Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I saw my grandmother! I saw grandma covering her face with her hand covered with withered vines. The Chinese book was turned over by the cold wind for several pages, but grandma still held it tightly.

My eyes suddenly turned red and my eyes became moist. Grandma handed me the Chinese book and told me to study hard before she turned and walked into the Xue Hai ... < P > She is short, but she is very tall in my heart. She is over seventy, but she is young in my heart. She is my grandmother. I love my grandmother. Composition 4 in the cold wind

In Grain Rain season, we experienced another cold winter, and the north wind roared and blew, and the world just stretched out was shivering in the cold wind again. A tight and slow burst of snow particles flew down with the intermittent north wind and jingled on the glass.

After school, the bell, which sounds very pleasant at ordinary times, was a bit raw because of the cold wind. After a burst of noise, we all shrank our necks, held our arms, and braved the chilly spring cold to set foot on the road home. Outside the school gate, the number of parents who came to pick up their children increased significantly. Parents looked at the students with thin clothes, and there were obvious complaints in the conversation. They said that when the children were older, they loved beauty and would rather be frozen than wear thick clothes ... We also regretted our waywardness a little. We really didn't listen to the old man and suffered in front of us. It's so cold that we don't talk and laugh as before when we walk on the road, for fear that the heat will slip out of our mouths when we open our mouths.

When I found the parents who came to pick me up, the girls hugged their parents like coquetry and said they were freezing to death. Then obediently put on the thick clothes handed over by parents. The boys also obediently put on thick clothes that are usually regarded as burdensome. The school is very close to home, and my parents usually don't pick me up. Today, the weather is special, so I still hope to search in the crowd to see if I can find my parents to pick me up. Sure enough, I saw a familiar figure, staring at the students pouring out of the school gate. That's my father, with two umbrellas in one hand and a thick dress on his chest in the other. My eyes are a little wet. I flew past, without any ceremony or language, handed my schoolbag to my father and took the thick clothes to wear on my body. And then merged into the flow of people going home. On the way, we also met many parents who came to pick up their children. Without exception, they all had a thick coat in their hands. Poor inherit the wind! I hope that from now on, every child will understand their parents' nagging and their pains.

although the weather is still cold, I feel warm now, and this warmth is not only from that thick dress. My eyes are moist, and this water is not only from rain and snow.

is this growth? Composition 5 in the cold wind

After the wind blows and the rain falls, you have a long-cherished wish to spend a season in loneliness.

—Notes on Free Wings

In the afternoon, I stood alone on the roof. It was cold in late autumn, and the sky was drizzling, just like a heart attached to smoke and dust, little by little, knocking on a long time full of thorns.

When I looked up, I suddenly realized that in the vegetable bed cultivated by my mother, a cluster of bougainvillea bloomed in the cold rain, and its purple seemed to penetrate my cool eyes, neither far nor near, nor glamorous, but only silently bloomed an extreme beauty, nourishing this cold autumn.

my eyes are wet, and the cool breeze on my face is brushed away. Let its warmth reach my lonely heart a little bit.

for a month, I have been lingering on my sickbed, suffering from lumbar pain and stiff spine pain. I have to endure the torture of massage, physical therapy and acupuncture every day, and I have to get close to the bitterness of Chinese medicine every day. I often think that in this world, only suffering can make you know what pain is.

I've always been a bystander of pain. My father was ill in bed for five years, and I have been seeing him all the time, but I have not really understood the pain and difficulty of his groaning. My sister has lung cancer, and I don't know how painful it is for her to cut like a knife. I haven't experienced it, so I don't know what kind of pain it is.

when the disease was imposed on me, my vigorous figure faltered, my flying spirits faded, and my eyes were as blue as water. I realized that I am far from being as strong as I thought. Traces of vicissitudes of life, like vague memories, began to sweep my mind, and I was extremely depressed.

When loneliness is layered around the warmth and sweetness that passed away, I once again came to the top of the building, and a spread of purple came out with a touch of purples, like a boat in the stormy waves, happily folded in the dust and met inadvertently.

it suddenly occurred to me that this is my masterpiece ten years ago. At that time, I planted a red plum blossom obliquely next to this purple plum blossom, hoping to really see the colorful prosperity one day. After that, I worked hard to plant the hope, turning the soil and fertilizing it in spring and pruning and cutting leaves in summer, but it never made me get what I wanted. This bougainvillea growing in a flowerpot has either red flowers, purple flowers or no flowers. Her laziness made me gradually forget my attachment and concern for her.

who would have thought that in this cold season, when the watch goes by, the youth is fading, and the eyes cast on it are cool and sad, but it blooms brilliantly and poetically, not elsewhere, but in the eyes, in the bottom of my heart, at the moment when my thoughts are dim.

when I miss my eyes, it blooms in a bleak and beautiful way; When I am distracted like still water, it spits purple and urges red, and Wang Yang is wanton. Does this mean that sweetness and sadness will alternately invade time, and there will always be one that will stand not far away waiting for our steps?

perhaps, the autumn wind is still so cold;

perhaps, autumn rain is still so cold;

however, close the window, the wind is outside the window, the rain is outside the window, but I am in the window, and these storms will pass. Just like this bougainvillea in the cold wind, after a long wait, one day, it will naturally and freely reverse its colorful fate. Composition 6 in the cold wind

"Dang-Dang-Dang" When the bell rang, we were still sitting in the teacher's math exam. Suddenly the broadcast sounded, and everyone didn't want to go to the playground to do exercises because it was too cold. Teacher Liu insisted that everyone go to the playground to do exercises, saying that the third science class was tested. "Hey," the teacher's life can't be violated, so everyone has to go to the playground to do exercises!

Unfortunately, when going down the stairs, Lu Yujia missed the stairs, and just as she was pulling me, she and I both fell. Fortunately, I didn't fall in pain. At this time, the leader and the monitor were about to send Lu Yujia to the infirmary, and Zhu Yaping followed. "Zhu Yaping stop, where are you going to escape?" Don't want to do exercises? No way ... "I stopped her. "Hey hey ... I'll go and have a look. " I pulled her to the playground.

yeah, why aren't there many people on the playground? It turned out that everyone was afraid of the cold, some didn't come, some came and huddled up, and some didn't even want to do exercises, standing still in one place. "Whoosh ..." What a strong wind, this hateful cold wind is still whistling, and it seems that everyone must be frozen with cold. "Cold ... cold ..." My ears are constantly intertwined with this tone that makes people feel deeply meaningful. Even the teacher is skipping and the teacher is calling it cold. The headmaster told everyone to do exercises hard and jump up. Oh, after hearing what the headmaster said, I was really much warmer after doing this, and I didn't seem to feel the cold wind still whistling. After a while, I stopped, "Huhu ……" The cold wind kept shouting like a roaring lion, freezing everyone into a statue. Until the end of gymnastics, the cold wind kept shouting.

Hum, this hateful cold wind makes everyone look blue and unable to move. It wasn't until later that I realized that today is December 22nd. "Gee" isn't it a slight cold today? The slight cold is really cold! Composition 7 in the cold wind

There are no leaves in papaya tree in the cold wind, and the once green branches are like young people in full makeup.

There are several dark yellow papayas hanging on the branches of the cold wind, like swaying bronze bells, tinkling to bid farewell.

I stood under the tree, learning papaya tree's posture and experiencing the feeling of being whipped by the cold wind.

I feel that time is a magician, making the coming and going of life happen without knowing it.

are your memories one cold wind after another?

in the face of the cold wind, do you quietly open a window that has been closed for a long time and look at the quietly changing scenery from another angle? <