The students who were doing their homework listened to the teacher, put down their pens and rushed out of the classroom. Yao Xuefen and I, arm in arm, followed our classmates out of the classroom and came to the corridor to watch the snow. Large tracts of snowflakes keep falling from the sky. Some students simply pick it up with their hands, and when they catch it, they carefully cover it with their other hands, lest the snowflake run away by itself. I have heard that snowflakes are like sugar, but I have never tasted them. I grabbed a snowflake with my hand, put it to my mouth and licked it with my tongue. Wow, it's so cold, but it's not sweet.
Snow is getting bigger and bigger, and snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger. It seems that some magician cast a spell to make them so big.
From time to time, there was laughter chasing slapstick downstairs. Some students couldn't help it, so they rushed downstairs and played in the snow. Some students are playing hide-and-seek in the snow, some students are playing the game of police catching thieves, and some students are having a good time in the snow.
Yao Xuefen and I brought an umbrella, which was facing down to collect snowflakes. We are holding an umbrella and listening to the rustling sound of snowflakes falling in the umbrella, and we have an unspeakable feeling in our hearts. ...
The class began, and we all reluctantly climbed the stairs.
This snow will remain in the hearts of students forever, forever.
What is the snow like on a snowy day? I admire a person very much, but the person I admire most is my grandfather.
My grandfather is a retired engineer.
He has a black face, big shining eyes, a red face and a cheerful spirit.
He is crazy about music. If you come to my home, you will be surprised: he has erhu, electronic organ, flute, flute, saxophone, harmonica and cucurbit flute, and there are many books about music! Besides the bookcase, it's on the bed, sofa, dining table and shoe rack.
In order to attract my interest in music, I often put it in my ear.
Grandpa is also an athlete. Wherever he goes, he will find the horizontal bar and parallel bars and prepare for morning exercises. He can do fifty pull-ups on the barbell.
He has great perseverance. Although he is an old man in his seventies, he still insists on running 10,000 meters every day all the year round. It's snowing, and we are all shivering with cold, but grandpa is not afraid of the cold. I really admire his perseverance in running! Once, he took me out for a run. On the way, I drank a bag of milk and was about to throw it away. Grandpa immediately grabbed the bag, took it to a trash can and threw it into the trash can.
Gradually, I stopped littering.
Grandpa has many advantages. I learned a lot from him in my daily life.
I will always admire my grandfather!
Snowflake requirements: Please carefully observe the scene when it snows and write down this scene ... Snow is white, beautiful and lovely.
The white of snow is the most dazzling, even the clouds in the sky and the waves on the sea are inferior in front of it.
Snow always comes to this world quietly when people don't know it. They covered houses and trees with gorgeous silver clothes and covered the earth with thick quilts. That is, everything is dazzling silver.
Snowflakes like jade fall from the sky, shake to the left, shake to the right and collide with each other, just like a drunk walking in the Eight Immortals.
In the air, snowflakes fluttering with the wind stick to the wall, glass, sky and sky, flying around like a naughty child playing hide-and-seek with us.
Snow falls on the house, as if putting a white hat on it; Snowflakes fell on the branches, as if covered with thick white clothes; Snow fell on the dead branches of flowers and plants, as if covered with a white scarf; Snowflakes fell on the ground, like "chocolate cream pie".
Snowflakes are flying with the wind, like white elves, shuttling around the world, making the earth colorful and colorful.
The snow is getting bigger and bigger, from a little bit to a cotton ball that seems to fall from the sky.
Snowflakes keep flying, like cotton, like catkins, like poplars, flying all over the sky.
I am a fourth-grade student. It snows outside today. I want to write a composition to describe it ... through the window, I can see snowflakes flying all over the sky. This snow is not as soft as goose feather snow, but densely covered the sky, just like countless white elves flying, crossing, rotating or vertical. She is eager to let people appreciate her dancing with the breeze, and has fallen to the ground, trees and houses. Listen! In a hurry. Soon, there were stumps on the trees and roofs, dead branches turned into glittering edelweiss, cedars became Christmas trees in children's eyes, and tall buildings became castles in fairy tales. "It's snowing, it's snowing!" The children scrambled to tell each other about the surprise brought by the heavy snow. Through the window, they looked at the snowflakes flying all over the sky. Snow is not as soft as goose feather snow, and it is densely covered with the sky, just like countless white elves dancing, crossing, rotating or vertical. She is eager for people to appreciate her dancing with the breeze. She has fallen to the ground, to the tree and to the room. Listen, the sound of rustling. There are piles on trees and roofs, dead branches become crystal edelweiss, cedars become Christmas trees in children's eyes, and tall buildings become castles in fairy tales. Perhaps people love this rare snow so much that they don't want to disturb it. The whole city stands quietly in the snow curtain, with less noise in the past and more holiness suitable for fourth-grade students ~
The composition of the first snow in the first volume of the fourth grade of primary school has snowed, which is the first snow this year.
Snow, like a tiny ice hockey, is smooth and even like being pinched. It is rustled by the whistling north wind, hitting people's faces and getting into people's necks.
We children shouted, "It's snowing, it's snowing.
"The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and then it looks like a flower, just like being cut by a fairy in the sky, crystal clear.
Snow is floating quietly and falling gently. How beautiful! A piece of goose feather dropped by a swan who just wanted to fly to the sky fluttered in the air like a willow's flowing long hair.
Snow makes people's clothes more colorful, bright red, light yellow, dark green and dotted, as if a piece of white cloth was dotted with various colors.
People hurried to walk in the snow and go to work and school.
The police uncle directed the traffic with batons. A mass of snow fell on his hat and clothes, and he completely ignored it.
Remind everyone to pay attention to traffic lights from time to time and pay attention to passing vehicles. Words as warm as a warm current have become a beautiful landscape in this small town! It's snowing even harder. It's just a falling,,,,, how nice! White world, simple but elegant world, fairy tale world! The snow stopped, the house was covered with white winter clothes, and the willow branches were like strings of silver bars.
The heavy snow dressed the branches of poplar trees into beautiful corals and exotic antlers.
The wheat field is covered with a thick quilt, and the sky is connected with the ground, and the ground is connected with the sky. The snow is boundless and boundless.
The whole earth has become a world of jade and silver.
The partners became active, some made snowmen, some played with snow poles, their hands were red with cold, but their heads were sweating and laughing.
People walk on the road, leaving a string of footprints, just like the song says: "White snow flowers are flying all over the sky, leaving a string of footprints!" "
The composition of the fourth grade describing the winter weather is 200 words. Hello! Composition describing winter: Snowflakes in winter In winter, snowflakes fall naughtily on the mountainside and on the ground like crystal clear spirits.
The grassland is covered with snow, and it is a world of powder makeup and jade.
Pine trees are green and oily, but they are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs.
The wind blew and the beautiful snowball fell quietly.
Snow powder reflects sunlight, like colorful jade pieces.
When I was a child, I thought that the snow in winter was a baby crying in winter, so I took snowflakes as tears.
In the severe winter, I like walking alone in the snow very much. That feeling can't be expressed in words.
Before it snows in winter, it gets dark and gray clouds begin to appear.
In a short time, pieces of small snowflakes floated down leisurely, as if exploring the road, and as if sending a letter from afar.
Gradually, snowflakes got bolder, pushing mulberries, side by side, holding hands, and swarming in like a fair.
Like cotton, more like goose feathers, it will cover your eyes when you are not paying attention.
When you wipe off this naughty snowflake, it mysteriously disappears again and becomes an invisible droplet. In a short time, trees and buildings were all wrapped in silver.
The sky is white, the ground is white and beautiful? In the snowflakes flying all over the sky, in this magnificent building and jade room, in this silvery white world, I became a snow boy, walking blindly, opening my surprised eyes and leaving a string of footprints behind me.
Snowflake is beautiful and magical, and she is a painter.
As the saying goes: the blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold.
Snowflakes bring beautiful plum blossoms to this beautiful world.
I came across a plum blossom in the heavy snow. Although I don't know what kind it is, I have a panoramic view of its beauty.
The hard trunk bends upward, and the brown old branches extend in all directions like cast iron.
Some tall and straight new branches are pulled out from the old branches, decorated with scarlet flowers, brown silk threads and golden stamens, just like countless beautiful red butterflies perched on green new branches; From a distance, the mountains are full of red berries, clusters, like burning flames, very warm and dazzling, driving away all traces left by the residual winter.
Lovely snowflake, you are the tears in winter and the creator of plum blossoms.
I like you, Snowflake ~ Good luck! If you have any questions, please ask. If you think my answer is helpful to you, please adopt it. Thank you!
The fourth grade composition "The First Snow in Winter" has 450 words. I like winter very much. I am very excited when it comes to winter. When it snows, I can make a snowman and have a snowball fight.
The snow came earlier this year than in previous years.
This is a big, big snow, and the crystal snowflakes in the sky dance like emerald butterflies.
I wore a thin coat yesterday, but today I am wearing a thick cotton-padded coat.
The yellow-green leaves don't want to leave the tree, and the branches are bent by the snow. When people walk below, snowflakes will suddenly fall from the tree and fall into the neckline, which will scare people! I came home from school, played with snow all the way, made one big snowball after another, and then threw it out one by one. Bang, the snowball hit the wall and hit the car.
I held out my hand, and the glittering snowflake fell on my palm. They look crystal clear and slowly melt.
When I got home, I looked out of the window. Snowflakes are flying. Thousands of jade butterflies seem to have followed me to the door, hitting the window outside and trying to get in. They playfully bumped into the glass and flew to one side.
Heavy snow fell one after another, gradually covering my footprints.
A cold wind blew, leaving nothing behind.
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The first snow on 20 16 The fourth grade is the first snow in winter, and the first snow on 20 16.
At six o'clock in the morning, I just got up and heard my father say it was snowing outside! Hearing this, I quickly ran out of the window and looked, ah! I saw a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth, and snowflakes fell from the sky, like a white tent was pulled up around, and the earth immediately turned white.
Nature created this season's elves and snow.
Without snow, how can you feel that the village is made of silver and jade, the world is vast and life is profound? The most beautiful snow is only available after the arrival of winter and before the arrival of spring.
I like snowy days.
I have lived in this city for more than ten years. Although my life is humble, I am not inferior. Although I am tired, I don't blame myself. Many times, I want to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city and let my thoughts be silent in a corner of the earth, beside the frozen river, in Yuan Ye like a curtain, and in the chilly cold.
Over the years, what has kept a white heart away from the dust of the years? It's snowing.
Snow comes, everything on the earth is still, and people in the snow and trees in the distance form a pure light ink painting, which is also a rare pure beauty without too much rendering.
Snow is floating quietly, like a gentle little hand, passing through quiet eyes and sliding into a state of mind like water.
Once impatient and impetuous, once irritable and depressed, were gently brushed away by snowflakes.
In the snow, life can be so simple and the mood can be so quiet.
The moonlight is faint, passing through the faint clouds and gently sprinkling on the world, just like the memory of a lost time.
At this time, the snowflake floated gently, passed through the dead trees, obliquely passed through Wafi, and landed in the childhood village, as quiet as time.
Hold your breath and listen attentively, then you will vaguely hear the rhythmic heartbeat of the snow, which is the beat of music, the behavior of * * *, the song of the years, such as the breeze, such as the smoke from the kitchen, such as the long bell, such as the vibration of flowers.
A heart is tightening, instinctively resisting the cold, reciting the poem "Like spring breeze, night comes, blowing the petals of ten thousand pear trees", flying the imagination of "opening the door with snow in the morning, and the snow is clear and the clouds are cold", recalling the wonderful time of "Snow is too late for spring, so it flies among the trees in the courtyard".
Then, the snowflake stripped my locked soul and gently wiped the rust spots, showing the same color as the village in early spring.
Every fall of snow is a gift of life, which makes me find my initial touch and relax my overwhelmed soul.
Snow is an invitation in severe winter and a symbol of poetry. Snow spreads a feeling of post-action in everyone's heart, separating the past from the future; Snowy days herald the end of winter and the arrival of the new year.
Snowy days are not only a day for hard-working people to rest, but also a post for thoughtful people to observe their lives.
In the snow, enjoy and taste wonderful life fragments and awe-inspiring life stories.
The quiet hometown in snowy days and the familiar and distant childhood memories have obviously been replaced by the current noise.
You may feel lost in the distant years, but you will become excited about the unknown life tomorrow.
I like snow because I like life.
Like the past years, but also look forward to the future years, recalling all the days is actually a kind of heartfelt happiness.
Quiet and holy people like the color and meaning of snow.
In the quiet and idle night, snowflakes drift across the forehead and cheeks at will, and the majestic momentum immediately makes people feel quiet, ethereal and broad-minded.
Standing on the vast land and listening attentively, you will feel a deep love for life, and then all the unhappiness and embarrassment will be irrelevant ... cold snow will come on you.
In the snow, I think of the small bridges and flowing water in my hometown, simple homesickness, green mountains and green waters, my mother living alone, and the years when I laughed and ran ... May my life be the same, without too many gorgeous spring flowers, too many floating Xia Yun, too many noisy and rotating colors, only a quiet and simple white, only a deep and serious life, only a dream, as silent as snow.
I love that winter has just sent away the cool autumn, and it seems that winter has come with hurried steps.
Winter especially likes to play tricks on people, and always comes to you quietly, so that you can feel the breath of winter unconsciously ... I love winter-I love snow.
Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, like thousands of angels in white, revealing the breath of winter to people.
Snow is the messenger of winter, and it will bring good news to people.
Isn't there a proverb that says "wheat covers three layers in winter and steamed bread sleeps in the next year"? Wheat and snow are good friends. When wheat feels cold, snow will warm wheat's body with itself. When the wheat felt hot, it left quietly.
When it snows, trees, houses and the ground are covered with snow. All silver is wrapped in plain clothes and turned into a beautiful mountain and river. Flying snowflakes, like dreams, are really "like dreams"! I like winter-I like beautiful plum blossoms.
Seeing those cold plum and cold ling alone, I remembered Chairman Mao's poem "There are hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff and beautiful flowers".
Plum blossoms always bloom in the coldest time of ice and snow, not afraid of the cold, optimistic and modest.
Although it is as beautiful as a hundred flowers, it never shows off itself on them.
The same is true of being a man: not afraid of strong enemies, optimistic and strong, and not taking credit for pride. Aren't these all what a man should have? I like winter-I like fine ice.
Every time it snows, there will be a thick layer of ice on the ground, white and flawless, shining with cold light.
After class, the students rushed to the playground.
"Liu Zhi ~" A classmate slipped on the ice, and others were not to be outdone: some danced waltzes on the ice; Some dance and spin gracefully in the same place; Some want to spread their wings and fly, but they accidentally fall on the ice ... the ice makes the whole winter look crystal clear and more beautiful! Snow, plum blossom and ice are all good partners in winter: they sometimes run around the winter hand in hand; Sometimes it will pop up on purpose and give you a surprise. Before you know it, you have fallen in love with winter ... They decorate the winter world with colorful colors, so ... I love winter-I love everything in winter!
Write a composition about the scenery when it snows. The afterglow of the 400-word sunset lazily climbed over the white and smooth skin of the mountain peak. Warmly shining on this quiet land, the clouds on the horizon drift by, as if following the footsteps of their companions; The blue lake slowly flows, and there are several boats across the lake, vaguely flashing some fishing fires. Maybe when the scenery is too lonely, I will sing, singing with the lake, taking me to recall that unforgettable past, with a little sadness, but when I turned away, I saw the other side of the mountain. That's where the sun rises again. Maybe spring will come tomorrow! The warm sunshine shines on the lake, and the last red leaf in the forest still stands proudly on the branches. The bright red and green colors and uncoordinated colors form a unique winter scene.
Sometimes a gust of wind blows, and branches without leaves rustle, which also makes people feel sad.
But if you look at those branches again, new buds have been bred. This kind of fluffy and humble bud immediately reminds you of the future spring and the vibrant and flowery days.
Walking in the snow is more interesting.
There is only a trace of wind in the sky, holding the snow like a kite. Looking up, this silk wind dominates the snowflake like a butterfly, falling obliquely, flying in a whirl, floating to the ground and falling on pedestrians.
Snowflakes, like naughty children, never tire of playing, brush people's hot faces, turn into water droplets and flow onto eyebrows and beards, forming small ice cubes.
Snow falls silently, fluttering. Soon, there will be a thin layer on the ground. When you step on it, it will make cheerful footsteps "cheep, cheep, cheep".
With this step, you can spread your imagination wings as much as possible, pursue your best memories and embrace your happiness! You might as well take a deep breath. The flowers of My Sweetie will soak in your heart and spleen. You can't help but think of a pure heart. When you wake up in the morning, you will feel that the whole world is so pure and the fog is filled in winter. After the fog cleared, a wonderful scene appeared immediately. The needles of pine trees are covered with thick frost, like white autumn chrysanthemums; The branches of deciduous trees are covered with white snow, just like white jade carved trees; The weeping willows are wrapped in silver, and the bushes are all white coral, which is confusing. 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 who go out to war, covered with silver armor, and like pieces of sailing ... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is only one piece of silver between heaven and earth, 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.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? With the coming of winter, people put on thick cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold wind and frost.
With the coming of winter, everything has entered a "dead silence" period, leaving people with eyeful fatigue ... That winter, my Clivia was sick as early as two months ago.
When winter comes, it loses all its green color and becomes a pile of dead branches.
I'm sorry that months of hard work went up in smoke.
In order to reassure myself a little, I didn't throw it away immediately, nor did I take it out of the flowerpot immediately. I just left it as it is.
In this way, I spent the winter of that year in regret. Every time I touch the cold flowerpot, I feel sad and helpless in my heart.
Now that I think about it, I can still feel the long winter.
After the spring of the following year, I made up my mind to get rid of the dead branches and make room for planting orchids in flowerpots.
So, I dug up the soil with a small shovel and prepared to uproot it.
But at this moment, a miracle appeared.
As soon as I put the shovel into the dry thick soil and scraped it twice, I heard a crisp crack, and then I saw the fragments of the ceramic flowerpot scattered all over the floor.
However, when I look carefully, it is the root of Clivia, which seems to have died last winter, wrapped in layers of soil and as thick as a white beard. Instead of necrosis, it became more and more lush and branched again and again.
Now, it is so lush that it fills the whole flowerpot, just like a dragon's paw sticking tightly to a porcelain flowerpot. No wonder it breaks at the touch.
Seeing this, I quickly trimmed the messy roots and replanted them in the pot.
As a result, a month later, each flowerpot gave off a lovely Clivia bud.
I have to marvel at this scene.
In the whole winter brewing, it can grow again and flourish.
I was simply impressed by the miracle of this winter.
This admiration is from the heart. From the eyes to the heart, I have to sincerely sigh its tenacious vitality.
Think about it, how stupid I was to give up the chance of a new life in such a hurry in winter.
Thick cotton-padded clothes really cut off all the joy and hope brought by new life.
But now I understand that the temporary "dead silence" is to let us appreciate life more truly and appreciate life.
In winter, plants can be reborn by longing for spring after the "dead silence" in winter.
What about that guy? Winter can also look forward to spring, and you can get greater new life and hope.
We should be awed by the magic of life, so we should show courage and action. Just like Clivia with withered stems and leaves, when spring shines on the earth, you will have the beauty like a Siberian butterfly, and then break the ice to find a brighter and brighter you.
Snow, I love you, love your innocence, yours ...
I find that winter is coming. Winter has come, an empty season, a season when all trees are dying. It seems dead in people's eyes, but I see that winter has a different life.
In the morning, I opened the door and looked, ah! From a distance, frost covered the fields with layers of beautiful veils.
At the edge of the ridge, fog fills the air, adding a hazy poetry to the rural fields.
Walking along the path on the edge of the ridge, green wheat seedlings show off their light dancing in the cold wind. In the form of a group army, they splashed ink on the land in winter. The ink painting has a beautiful background and is lush and refreshing everywhere. Rows of mulberry leaves have all fallen off, leaving dry branches to meet the cold wind. Look carefully, the branches are covered with dandelion seeds, like a thin layer of feather yarn. Looking into the distance, mulberry trees are arranged neatly, like soldiers, carrying knives and guns to meet the challenge of winter. On the edge of the ridge, the leaves of broad beans are fan-shaped, like the ears of countless earth, happily listening to the sound of life jointing. Who says plants and trees wither in winter? Isn't this green broad bean the messenger of spring? Looking at the broad beans in front of me, I seem to smell the fragrance of mature broad beans.
Running against the cold wind, we came to the crescent river in the country, only to see the river crystal clear, like green jade, the sun shining on the water, rippling.
On the banks of the river, some reeds are sparse and some are dense, and the dense reeds are dancing and graceful. I broke off a reed full of reeds and waved it. Under the wind, reeds are like flowers scattered on my head. We blow on the reeds and jump on the newly turned soil. How happy we are! There is a bamboo forest not far away. The bamboo is green and tall, and the wind makes the bamboo forest rattle. I think of a poem: I insist that the castle peak is not relaxed, rooted in broken rocks, still strong after many trials, and the wind blows everywhere.
"Bamboo is one of the three friends of Lao Leng. In this winter, I feel the tenacity and tenacity of life.
In winter, although the cold is pressing, I see a school of life. Shelley has a saying: If winter comes, can spring be far behind? I firmly believe that suffering will be the glory of life!
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