Cold winter sixth grade composition 1 Stay alone in the snow and wait for the world to be happy.
I like the appearance of winter falling on earth. It's like a cup of tea in leisure, swinging around the trivial things in the world, another lute, a book, a bright light, and a foolish dream.
Love falling snow, it is a winter dream. Winter has the right to dream. It is not the depression of everything, but the most implicit but deepest hope. The process of snow falling is very beautiful. I often think that this snow may drift down until I find the boundary of my dream and meet the warm sun in spring. But will she feel lonely on the way to her dream? On a cold night, I think she will also make a bonfire to keep warm, melt a few pieces of snow by the way, and drown her sorrows in wine.
Winter without snow is really not beautiful. But even if there is no snow, I would like to stand in front of the window for a long time, and I would like to see the north wind blowing the leafless branches and the transparent ice hanging from the eaves. Winter in the north is actually not very cold. The north wind is heartless, and naturally it won't favor anyone, but even if it is chilly again, it won't dissipate the warmth in the room, but it brings a plum fragrance, reflecting the frosty sky and half red.
I used to think that winter was as confusing as Daiyu. However, she just lacks Daiyu's femininity. Even if she stands proudly on the top of the snow, she doesn't want to leave her life to others to decide. Winter is arrogant, she would rather be beaten by fate, but also swear to live up to that life.
The world in winter is the longest, because she doesn't miss the past. She can throw away the frost, melt herself into a pool of snow, and continue to carry the boat of years and sail away. I don't know if winter also has feelings, but I think it is so easy for people with such deep feelings to throw away the past. Then melt it, too, but don't let it flow away, let it penetrate into the gap of memory, and let the heart leave enough space for the future, for poetry and for the distance.
Presumably, winter is the most sensible season. Not tangled, not lonely, since I can't bloom, I will cut a breeze, dry it, find a bright afternoon, make tea, read, and enjoy quiet time.
In the cold winter, there is a kind of delicious food that many people who are afraid of the cold can't resist the temptation-roasted sweet potatoes, which I also like very much, because roasted sweet potatoes in winter is especially sweet. Whenever I buy roasted sweet potatoes, I think of my grandfather who sells roasted sweet potatoes.
It was very cold that day. On the way home from school, I looked around and saw a roasted sweet potatoes seller, so I flew over happily. Roasted sweet potatoes is sold by a grandfather in his sixties.
Grandpa stood in the cold wind, wrapped in old cotton-padded clothes and wearing old cotton shoes. There are some sweet potatoes on the oven in front of him, which makes my mouth water. I asked my grandfather roasted sweet potatoes how much a catty was, and he said that it was 3.50 yuan a catty. I said it would be cheaper, but grandpa said no, not a penny cheaper. I think grandpa is very serious. He won't give me a bargain. Smelling the attractive smell of roasted sweet potatoes, I decided to buy one, so I chose the biggest one. Grandpa weighed it and said, "Seven taels, two dollars and five cents." I said, "Isn't seven taels two dollars and forty-five cents? Why do you want me 2.50? " Grandpa smiled and said, "You can't find 5 cents. Isn't it 2.5 yuan to round off?" I said, "How about $2.4?" Grandpa said very firmly, "No, just 2.50 yuan." I think: Buying roasted sweet potatoes in other places can not only bargain, but also erase the change. This grandfather is so stingy that he will never buy his roasted sweet potatoes again.
However, an unexpected thing happened in a few days.
One Sunday a few days later, my mother and I went to donate clothes and suddenly saw a familiar face-isn't that the "stingy" grandfather who sells roasted sweet potatoes? I saw that he was holding a brand-new cotton-padded coat to the staff and said that he would donate it to the children in the disaster area. It dawned on me-I misunderstood him that day. It turns out that the "stingy" grandfather is more generous than many people!
This incident changed my view of roasted sweet potatoes's grandfather. From then on, whenever I pass by here, I will cast an admiring look at him, and I won't bargain again when I buy his roasted sweet potatoes.
The cold wind is rustling, and the people who sell sweet potatoes have to wait for the people who sell sweet potatoes in the cold wind. Although they are around the stove, the stove is not used for heating them, so you are very admirable in the cold wind ...
Cold winter sixth grade composition 3 four seasons cycle, cycle after cycle. When spring deduces beauty, summer releases enthusiasm, autumn dedicates coolness, and winter comes in a hurry with its unique charm, following the drums of the season.
Winter is beautiful. In the early winter morning, there are beautiful rimes hanging all over the branches from time to time, and thousands of trees are white. When the morning wind blows, the rime falls like rain, fog and wind. More beautiful than rime is window grilles. At dawn, when you stand in front of the window, the window grilles are like meticulous paintings made of splendid jade, which are displayed in front of you: some are like peony, some are like peony, some are like Chinese rose, some are like a trickling river, some are like smoke from kitchen chimneys, some are like small bridges with winding paths and flowing water, and some are like strange rocks and rocks with high mountains, which are fresh, natural and natural, and truly amazing!
Winter is strong. The roaring north wind swept and tossed everything, but what went with the wind was flashy and short-lived. Those who are determined and have vitality will remain motionless. Stay rooted, they are tall once more in the spring wind. Even the grass holds such a belief, not to mention everything! In the past, the leaves of the swaying willows were swept away, leaving only straight branches swaying in the wind, which highlighted the flexibility and tenacity of life. The indomitable pines and cypresses, wearing their green armor, stood there resolutely against the north wind, which reminds me of the PLA soldiers guarding the frontier.
Winter is simple. The new moon and the rustling wind swept away all vanity, and what was presented to people was a world of thin water and cold mountains. Everything is facing the sky, revealing the primary colors of life, just like an actor without makeup, which makes us feel more real. Looking at the distant mountains, like a man, revealing his backbone, determined and simple. The rivers are frozen, just like white ribbons flying far away, calm and calm! In winter, the fields are cold and empty, without the green gauze account and the fragrance of rice, there will be no people cheering, and all the excitement will go with the wind!
Winter makes our world simple and real!
Cold winter sixth grade composition 4 winter, its color is white, that kind of flawless white. Its temperature is cold. When people go out, they are wrapped up, and when the wind blows, they are shivering with cold. A small footprint on the ground, a fallen leaf on the roof, small lives on the branches, and a rock on the hill are all signs of winter.
Winter snow, very thin, very thin, like fluff, like thin leaves, like elves flying in the air, how beautiful! It floats, floats on the ground, floats on the roof, floats on the branches. People wear colorful down jackets, like white and flawless snow full of all kinds of beautiful flowers. On the big tree, naughty snow dolls are dancing on the branches, jumping here and there for a while, and having a good time! Looking around, the pieces of rice fields are covered with a thick quilt. "This winter, wheat covers three quilts, and next year I will sleep with steamed buns." I think next year will definitely be a bumper year.
There was thick ice on the river, and we skated together. Everyone was telling jokes and singing, and their faces were full of happiness. Just when I was complacent, my feet slipped and fell to the sky. My friends laughed from ear to ear, and our laughter echoed in the winter sky.
Huh? This is the winter spirit-plum blossom, look! Some are fully open, like burning flames, and some are half open, only to unfold two or three petals, like playing hide-and-seek with us, and some are in bud, like a shy little girl. This little plum blossom is really "a few in the corner, and cold ling opens it alone"!
In a blink of an eye, I saw beautiful ice flowers on the window. Look, on this glass, it looks like a cascade of mountains; That piece of glass looks like a peacock opening its screen, which seems to show its own beauty. Unconsciously, the sun father-in-law came, sprinkling a piece of sunshine, and the ice flowers quickly melted into small water droplets, flowing down and still shining!
That hundred flowers in full bloom is the messenger of spring; The green trees are the messengers of summer; The fragrance of fresh fruit is the messenger of autumn; The goose feather-like snow is the messenger of winter.
I love you, beautiful winter!
In the cold winter, the sixth grade composition 5 has no poetry, except sadness. Snow particles hit my face and hurt my heart. This unspeakable pain is mixed with that cold and lonely dance.
The tree in front of me, watching the leaves growing up in her arms leave one after another, is even more sad. It is not afraid of the cold wind attacking it. Because it has leaves, it loves its children and cares for them to grow slowly, while watching them all go. It also feels that there are still many words that have not been told. It is glad that the leaves have grown under its care. It is trying to catch its breath. It wants to rest, but they still go one by one. No matter how they face their fate in the future, it can't let them stay on their own side. Even if there are a few leaves on the tree, the final outcome will still be separated. Although it is more uncomfortable, it still comforts these leaves that fall to the ground one after another. The tree without leaves is even more desolate. It has to face the where will you go with leaves in the cold winter, and it has to dedicate its care to the leaves that are about to fall to the ground, and it has to be lonely. The world is not only cruel to them!
The street seems to be made of silver, so bright and brilliant. Long icicles hang in front of the eaves like crystal daggers, and pedestrians' breath turns into white smoke.
I'm walking in confusion, and I don't know where to go: home? Is that still a home? Every day, there is constant war, and the sound of things breaking and cursing fills the whole room. Can't you get along well and be tolerant? Why? Why? Why do you have to quarrel and fight over some trivial things? Have you ever thought about how much hurt your's quarrel has brought me? You don't know, every time you quarrel, my heart will ache faintly. On the night of your quarrel, I will cry secretly by myself, because at that time, I was most afraid of losing my parents. Yesterday you were fine, today you quarreled again. When did you think about my feelings? Is it hard for you not to quarrel for a day? How I envy those families who live in harmony. Their children live carefree lives, and they don't have to worry that their parents will leave them. Alas, what should I do? I really hope there is a medicine that can stop my parents from quarreling! Scientists, scientists, make this medicine quickly! Or I'll cry for the rest of my life. If my parents ask me my wishes, I only have one wish, that is, to make my parents reconciled!
The street in winter is very cold.
The dog barked faintly, listening to the snow, snow.
Between heaven and earth, it is shrouded in white. In a dilapidated alley, a woman stood in the snow, dressed in black. The snow is getting whiter.
Anhui, my hometown, is an ancient city submerged by snow in winter. I was dragged home by my father to visit relatives during the Spring Festival. It's a tedious and boring job, and you have to get up early every day. I will go to this county for a while, and then to that town. The seven aunts and eight grandmothers are a little too enthusiastic. They come around and ask me this and that, and they will all smack their mouths in the end-"Alas, children in the city are different."
Snow, flying all over the sky, very white.
It happened that I was carsick again, so I was very reluctant to visit my distant cousins. That day, it was a day of heavy snow. I was woken up by my mother at dawn. She said, "Today, we are going to see Auntie, who used to love you the most, and she ..." Her mother was on the sidelines. I reluctantly put on that rustic big red dress because my mother said it was auspicious. I got into the car slowly.
The gray-black bald branch fork stands in the snow, which is particularly dazzling.
The car drove to the door of a narrow lane, and I couldn't get in. My mother and I had to walk. The street was empty, with occasional barking. A woman, dressed in black, stood in the snow. She is the second aunt. "Call two aunts!" Mother laughed. "Oh, good aunt ..." As soon as I opened my mouth, I inhaled air conditioning, which made me speechless. "Come and sit in the house!" Two aunts enthusiastically pointed to a house not far away and said.
The door didn't close tightly, and a gust of wind entered the room.
I huddled in my chair, reading a book. Two aunts spoke, "son, I didn't prepare a red envelope, but I left you some red persimmons." You used to love it, and you used to climb trees ... "Said the second aunt. Looking at the sweetness of the second aunt's face, it seems to be remembering, and a string in my heart seems to have been plucked. I silently followed my second aunt and took the persimmon. The backyard is covered with snow. The second aunt went into a pile of snow, regardless, and dug up three persimmons, which were bright red.
Persimmon is perishable, so my aunt put it in the snow and left it for me to eat. Fragments, like a flood of memories, seem to go back to the past. It turns out that I used to live here and be happy. Did time make me forget what I shouldn't have forgotten?
I can't help but look at the dazzling red in the snow with moist eyes, lost in thought.
Persimmon, very red; Snow, very white.
Just like my second aunt's heart.
Cold Winter Composition 7 Winter arrived, but we didn't find it. The only thing that could tell us for the first time was the calendar on the wall.
The winter on campus has arrived, but the careless people still can't see the clue! Then, let me take you to the tree behind the canteen to find the footprints of winter-the yellow leaves scattered on the ground have been shining with charming light in the sun, telling the partners a beautiful story of their lives. I thought the playground would become boring because of the arrival of winter. But on the contrary, at the sports meeting, the athletes let go of themselves, shed sweat in the cold wind and got cheers! In the morning exercise, on the playground, the students run and exercise in an orderly way, which makes the campus full of joy.
People often say: "In winter, trees lose their leaves, flowers wither and lose their faces, grass withers and turns yellow, and everything is lifeless." But I don't think so, but I think our winter is full of vitality! Look, those little butterflies dancing on campus tell you that blossoming flowers is preparing to welcome the Spring Festival! In particular, the small bones in bud and the newly green flower trees are gestating infinite vitality, and everything is so full of vitality, which is admirable and enviable! Listen, they seem to shout, "Hi! Hello, children, come and play games with us! " Oh, winter, not only flowers and trees are full of life, but also people.
There are no students in the classroom who are late because of the arrival of winter. The students are working hard all the time! In the morning, the sound of reading came from the school, which seemed to be able to resist the cold wind. A "hello" when we met has almost become a warm-hearted mantra for everyone.
In the office, I always see some people skillfully waving their red pens. When they find that children's grades have improved, they can't help smiling and enjoying their exercise books with satisfaction! They always witness the course of students' happy growth-they are our beloved teachers!
Ah, we grow up happily in the sunshine and in the cultivation of teachers! In the cold wind, we use a smile to warm our soft hearts. These are my warm harvest in the winter campus. I believe that if you are careful, you will capture more footprints of winter, which is not deliberately hidden in winter, but warmed and melted by the vitality.
As long as you feel it with your heart in winter, it will be warm and infinite!