In daily study, work and life, everyone has written compositions. Composition is a narrative method in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in their memory in written form. How to write an essay to avoid making mistakes? The following is a collection of essays on fun in the snow (selected 10) that I compiled. You are welcome to share them. Composition of Fun in the Snow 1
"The jade flowers fly in the middle of the night, and the green waves dance next year." The snow is pure white and a beautiful and colorful picture, which brought endless fun to my innocent childhood.
When I was a child, whenever it snowed I was the happiest moment. It's snowing, and the crystal snowflakes are like little elves flying in the sky. I ran outside the house excitedly and took my parents with me to build a snowman. Pile a pile of snow on the ground, smash it into a big ball with your hands, and roll it forward along the snow. Roll out the snowman's fat body and round head. I worked hard and was idle for a while. "Hey, hey!" My loud voice came from the snow. "Oh!" He accidentally fell onto his back and was covered in snow. Mom and dad were so happy that they couldn't stand upright. ah! A white snowman was piled up. We started to dress it up again? Use red dates to make a big mouth, carrots as a small nose, and glass balls as bright eyes. After it was done, I happily ran and jumped around the snowman, spinning around. A cute little snowman, a cute me, I smiled at it, as if it was smiling at me too.
The snow is a paradise for me and my friends. I like running around in the snow with my brothers and sisters, chasing each other crazily, and playing "snowball fights". Snowballs were thrown back and forth between us, and we ran back and forth, dodging the snowballs thrown at us. I remember that time, I was humming a little tune while making a "protective wall" with snow. "Ah!" I was attacked by surprise. When I looked up, it turned out to be my brother. I was so angry that I stamped my feet. I quickly picked up the "bullet" and threw it at my brother, but unexpectedly it hit. Just when I was feeling proud, my sister also came to help my brother. With a sound of "pass!", the snowball hit my face and made me a "white mask". My sister and brother teamed up to attack me. Fortunately, there was a protective wall to block me, otherwise I would have become a drowned rat. I immediately counterattacked and threw a lot of snowballs - the snowballs were flying in the sky and the snowflakes were flying, forming a picture of playing in the snow.
The jade butterflies are flying, the snowflakes are flying, and the story is gone. The snow of childhood is full of childishness, spreading a piece of happiness in my heart, leaving a feeling of nostalgia. Essay on Fun in the Snow 2
Wenzhou is known as the "Warm State". You are rare and rare. Because of this, I rarely meet you.
In the early spring of the second grade, we were in class, and pieces of white and translucent flowers were floating outside the window with smiles. ah! It's you! I've seen your true form. You are dancing between heaven and earth, with your calm and contented look floating outside the window. The teacher saw us cheering so much, so he put the class aside for the time being. The whole class was excited, and everyone rushed out of the classroom to dance and have fun with you! At this time, you became our best childhood playmate. I cautiously held it up with both hands. It was cold, but my heart felt warm. Your snow-white face, I thought there was no one like you!
You are like pear blossoms, like catkins, brushing through my hair, like window flowers, like stars, and like the fairy in various poses. You are so soft and light! You stretch your body, and in an instant, the world is covered with your footprints, as beautiful as a fairyland made up of pink makeup and jade! Beautiful! You are white and elegant, pure and kind, crystal clear, and silent! You are fine anywhere! Just...it comes in a hurry and goes in a hurry.
Whenever I think of you, I think of the flying snow in the early spring of that year. With you as my companion, the happy but short time unfolded before my eyes. When I think of you, I think of the beautiful memories of childhood that cannot be erased. You are the purifier of water, but compared with water, your holy life seems so precious! But why do you only visit the north?
I'm looking forward to your coming. Looking forward to seeing you after a long absence!
Your pure, flawless, elegant and fresh temperament deeply attracts me. Your gait is hurried but leisurely, which often makes me yearn for the far north.
Beautiful! How strange! You are the elf of my childhood.
Whenever I think of the flying snow in the sky, I look forward to you! Fun in the Snow Composition 3
I like the fragrance of flowers in spring, the shade of trees in summer, and the colorful leaves of autumn, but what I like most is the change of snow in winter!
The snow in winter is like naughty elves. These are the purest messengers between heaven and earth, they fly freely between heaven and earth, as light as reed flowers, as white as cotton wool, as free as birds... They slide happily on umbrellas, dance happily on the roof, Take a leisurely walk in the car and sleep peacefully in the arms of Mother Earth. Wherever they fall, there is joy. Wherever they go, children cheer for snowball fights and build snowmen, young people enjoy the snow scenery happily, and old people smile and look forward to next year's harvest...
The snow in winter is like a wide feather quilt. It was originally spread on the sky bed. With a "chila" sound, someone made a big hole in the feather, and the goose feathers inside slowly fell down piece by piece, falling to the ground like a huge white blanket. When you step on it, it is soft and makes a happy singing sound, leaving a series of deep footprints. And that floating in the air, I wonder who will use it to make a warm quilt?
The snow in winter is a pair of dexterous hands. Look, she knitted soft hats for the house, dome-shaped, square-topped, pointed-topped... White hats of different shapes made each house more handsome; she knitted soft hats for each big tree. She knitted a warm cloak, green and white, to make the big trees more green and energetic; she knitted snow-white clothes for each car, making the speeding figures of the cars look more vigorous; she knitted a thick blanket for the wheat seedlings. Under the quilt, Mai Miaoer lay comfortably under the quilt and had sweet dreams... She also knitted a happy winter for the children!
The snow in winter will also turn into... Fun in the Snow Essay 4
Winter is here, goose-feather heavy snow is flying all over the sky, and the whole world is dressed in white, piece by piece. Snowflakes fell from the sky, and after a while, the ground, trees, and roofs all turned white. The white snowflakes are like small pieces of paper that have been torn into pieces by someone, and they are like catkins flying in the sky in spring. They are so pure and flawless, and so beautiful and crystal clear.
One day before the Spring Festival, the sky turned dark and dark. Gray clouds kicked off. At first, there were snow particles falling, as if someone was grabbing snow-white sugar in mid-air and scattering it down in large handfuls. The snow fell harder and harder, and the snow particles turned into flakes, like goose feathers. Falling down lightly, flying and fluttering. I wonder if Wu Gang used too much force and shook the sweet-scented osmanthus down. Look how the snowflakes look like sweet-scented osmanthus! I picked up a snowflake and wanted to see what it looked like. Unexpectedly, it melted as soon as it fell on my hand, leaving only a drop of water in my hand.
Snowflakes fell on the house, on the car, on the mountain... The snowflakes used their pure white body to make the monotonous winter look extraordinarily beautiful. Sui's coral-like tree, cotton-like pine branches, among the snowflakes flying in the sky, among the beautiful buildings and jade buildings, in this silver-white fairy tale world, turned into a snowman, walking blindly, eyes wide open. opened his eyes in surprise, leaving a string of footprints behind him.
In the evening, the snow was still falling, and the road was covered with flat asphalt and a layer of fresh snow, which was a little dazzling by the street lights. The lights of the cars coming and going were shining from a distance, and the small snow particles showed a little yellow in the light.
In the early morning, the snow stopped, the sky was still so white, the snow piled up into hills, shining in the light of the sun... Fun in the Snow Essay 5
Still remember that scene Snow brings me to a beautiful and white world. The north wind, which had been silent all winter, seemed to wake up, blowing loudly, and brought greetings from the snow girl from the far north.
This morning, the sky was overcast, and at noon, the goose-feather-white snowflakes ushered in this year's spring. Just after school, I heard cheers of "It's snowing! It's snowing!" I couldn't wait to follow the crowd and came to the snow. Looking up, the icy snowflakes look like naughty fairies secretly playing in the world after getting tired of playing in the sky.
The snowflakes suddenly fell on the palm of a little girl with a pink bow, and immediately turned into a transparent liquid, but it was not an ordinary liquid. They might have jumped out of the beautiful fairyland in heaven.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, mountains and rivers. trees. The houses were covered with a thick layer of snow. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers have turned into a world of pink makeup and jade. Seeing such a beautiful scenery, not only can I think about it, but this is really a timely snow! It brings a bumper harvest to the wheat and brings joy to the farmer uncle.
Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the children are playing happily. Although they are covered with snow, they cannot stop their joyful play; even though they are in a serious and beautiful campus, they cannot restrain them. The joy in their hearts; although they were writing diaries in class, they still looked out the window affectionately at the white snowflakes, not knowing how to express their joy...
See When it snows heavily, I can't help but think of the phrase "Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest." Isn't it talking about this beautiful and timely snow? Composition 6 of fun in the snow
Huh-huh-" Beifeng Granny Singing the "Carnival" happily, the cute snowflake doll also danced mischievously for Granny Beifeng. Their cooperation made me wake up from my sleep.
Opening my hazy sleepy eyes, I looked out the window and saw such a scenery. It was like I was dreaming. I rubbed my eyes again and couldn't help but cheer loudly: "It's snowing, it's really great!" "After saying that, I immediately put on my clothes and walked out of the house.
Large tracts of pure white snowflakes fell to the ground. I raised my head, and a snowflake floated to my face. It It immediately melted into a drop of snow, and it was ice cold, very pleasant and comfortable.
Look at the white roofs, leaves, and flowers in the distance. This snow is perfect for us to have snowball fights and pile up. Snowman.
In the orchard, the pear tree is like a sleeping beauty in the snow. She seems to tell us in her dream: "After the baptism of snow, this year I will bear sweet and delicious big pears for you. Share it! "Sister Qingcai also stretched out her arms and opened her mind to embrace nature. I heard and saw the sound of snowflakes floating on the leaves of Sister Qingcai. Sister Qingcai seemed to be sucking the milk of Mother Nature. She seemed to be there too. Say: "Thank you! Great mother, you drove away my enemies for me and allowed me to thrive." The Loquat girl was woken up by Granny Beifeng and could no longer sleep. She swayed left and right with the wind, spinning in circles. The dance was so beautiful that it attracted a lot of "audiences"
Although this snow has given us a lot of joy, it has also brought many disasters to some places, so we must sympathize. Those people who suffered the disaster.
The snow is like beautiful elves flying freely in the sky. Looking at the snowflakes flying in the sky, there are layers of ripples in my heart.
It’s snowing again this year. Looking at the snowflakes outside the window, I can’t hold my heart back any longer. Although I am in the classroom, staring at the blackboard, my heart has long been with you. Snowflakes were dancing outside the window. Before get out of class was over, we had already tightened our shoelaces, put on our gloves, packed up our desks, and were about to fly out of the classroom. But the teacher seemed to know it well and didn't. When we went out, the teacher came early. And the most exciting physical education class was wiped out because of the physical education teacher's business trip. Finally, the teacher had to select a few people to clear the snow outdoors. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You fought for it, but only a few people got out, including me.
Ah! Finally, in the snowy world, we were like a group of birds flying out of the cage, running and jumping to our heart's content. The white snowflakes complement the blue sky, forming a beautiful winter scene. The wind is still violent, whistling past the ears, the branches are constantly shaking, and the loose and fine snow is carried by the wind, as if It started to snow again. Time flew by and there was not much left in the blink of an eye. In order to complete the task, everyone had to concentrate on their work. The snow was quickly shoveled on the roadside and piled up into small hills.
At the end of the work, someone suggested making a snowman, and we all agreed, so we all started to work. The snowman’s head and body were rolled out of cotton-soft snow, and the cold wind howled. The ground blew by, but it couldn't dampen our fighting spirit. Gradually, the snowman began to take shape, and someone dug out two branches from the snow. We happily inserted them into the snowman's body, and the snowman opened his arms. He looked like he was waiting for a hug. The teacher will not know about the children who are playful in the snow, let alone their masterpieces. The laughter of that day was finally drowned in the wind of memory.
Looking for my former self through the layer of falling snowflakes. The endless innocence and childishness turned into warmth, warming the heart in the cold winter. Composition 7 on Fun in the Snow
The snow in childhood was more joyful and more memorable than it is now.
When I was a child, I looked forward to the snow in winter the most. In my eyes, there is no object more beautiful than snowflakes in the world. Snowflakes fell from the sky, decorating the earth with a vast white appearance. When it snows, my favorite thing is to rush out of the house and into the snow to feel the temperature of the snowflakes. When I was a child, I felt that snowflakes also have temperature, and their temperature needs to be felt and understood with our hearts.
One snowy day, my childhood friends and I were playing in the snow. We always wanted to build a beautiful snowman. Unfortunately, because of our clumsy skills, we couldn’t build a beautiful snowman. None of the snowmen that came out were pretty. Because of this, my partners and I have been troubled for a long time. Every day we build a snowman in the snow, and our gloved hands gather the white snowflakes on the ground one by one. Then go to the clumsy carving. The white snowman is full of bumps and we can't always get it smooth.
Looking at yesterday and the day before yesterday, the outline of the snowman we piled in the snow became blurred again after a snowfall, and I felt weird in my heart. It doesn’t matter if it’s covered by snowflakes, the snowman doesn’t look good anyway, but on the other hand, I feel that this is the result of our previous labor after all.
No matter how the feelings in my heart change, the snow in the sky is still falling. The snow in my childhood brought me endless memories. At that time, there would be several heavy snowfalls every winter in my hometown, and the snow became a place we often visited. At that time, we were all thinking about how to use winter snow to create the most beautiful snowman. Our thoughts were very simple and our goals were also very simple. The snow in my childhood was just like me in my childhood, carefree.
Now, my childhood has left me, and the snow of my childhood has also left me. Under the trend of global warming, there is less and less snow in my hometown. In recent years, there is not even a shadow of snow in my hometown in winter. I miss the winter of my childhood and the snow of my childhood. Fun in the Snow Essay 8
A bright moon hung in the gray-blue sky, and the surrounding flowers and plants were sleeping soundly. On the way to the classroom, I suddenly realized: It was snowing.
There is a bright moon on the blue screen, and the sky is gradually turning white. The snow elf is coming with a chuckle when day and night are about to change. It woke up the flowers and plants around it, seeming to show off its beautiful figure.
The grasses and flowers have lost their former colors, but they still accompany the snow elves in their dance. The north wind beats time and sings. And the snow elves were flying freely in the air. The snow on the deep gray-blue stage before dawn looks even more mysterious and beautiful.
When I came out of the classroom, the land was already covered with thin snow, exuding a silvery white brilliance. Upstairs, looking down, you can have a panoramic view of the beautiful scene. The only drawback is that it's not completely white because it rained last night.
The sun finally showed its face, like a naughty child, covering itself with clouds to prevent us from seeing it. But the sky finally became bright and clear, and the snow was no longer so shy, but danced to its heart's content. Everything looked so beautiful and harmonious.
The fluttering snow suddenly grew up, like goose feathers, floating in the wind, spinning, turning back, jumping up and down, as if performing acrobatics.
I stretched out my hand to greet her, but within a second or two, she melted into the palm of my hand, leaving only a feeling of coldness. Yes, beauty only exists in that moment.
The snowflakes are still pure white; the dance of the snowflakes is still beautiful. But I didn't find the innocence, carefreeness and happiness of playing in the snow in my childhood. The beauty really only lasts for that moment. In an instant, I was far away from the beauty I once had, and I could never go back.
My childhood is gone, but it is clearly engraved in my mind and can never be erased.
My childhood can only be treasured in my memories! Those days of playing in the snow and watching the snow are finally far away from me, and I can never come back! Composition 9 on Fun in the Snow
The world of childhood is colorful and happy. At the same time, he was sad and seemed a little ashamed. In short, childhood is unpredictable. As for what it is, I don’t know.
I only remember that in my childhood, there was a snowfall that made me understand what childhood is.
I remember that it snowed heavily that year, and it snowed for two days and two nights. When I went out the next morning, I saw a vast expanse of white. I couldn't see anything. I couldn't tell where the road was and where it wasn't. I couldn't see the big stone in front of the door. As I watched, I suddenly had an idea. Immediately he knocked on the door from house to house, called the children of each family to the snow and said: "Let's play the treasure hiding game in the snow." Almost every child knows how to play this game (because rural children have no games, only This game is best played on snowy days.) So, everyone took out the treasures they had treasured for a long time. Some of these treasures were glass beads, some were bows, and some were small stones... After everyone presented the treasures, they started looking for one. Hide the treasure in a secret place. After hiding it, I said: "Start." Everyone started looking for it immediately. Everyone, you look for mine, I look for hers, and she looks for him. Not to mention how happy we were to play, everyone's treasures were soon found, just as we were about to go home. Suddenly, Xiaocui sat on the snow and started crying. We ran over and asked her what was wrong. She burst into tears and said, "I hid my baby with Xiaoyong, but now she has forgotten where she hid it." She started crying, and in desperation, everyone had to look for it again, but still couldn't find it, so Xiaocui had to go home crying.
The next morning, when I went out, I saw that more than half of the snow had melted and I could see the road clearly. I took a closer look and looked at the thing on the stone in front of the door, wasn't it Xiaocui's treasure? I immediately picked up the baby and rushed to Xiaocui's house. When I arrived at her house, I showed her the things, and she immediately jumped up happily...
The story is over, I have grown up. I wouldn't do stupid things, but I couldn't forget what happened when I was a child, so I wrote it in my composition. I wrote it with a happy mood, and slowly I seemed to see what everyone was hiding when I was a child. Treasure picture. Essay on Fun in the Snow 10
That morning, I was shivering from the cold as soon as I got up, so I quickly put on a thick down jacket. Open the window and take a look, wow! It's snowing. I ran downstairs quickly in excitement.
I quickly called my sister and started building a snowman in front of my house. I said to my sister: "Let's build a snowman together!" But my sister disagreed: "No, let's build one alone!" When I immediately retorted: "No, you can't build a snowman yet!" But I looked up. But seeing the pitiful look on his sister's face, he had no choice but to agree.
"My snowman is piled on the left, and your snowman is piled on the right." I confidently directed my sister. "Okay." My sister replied and couldn't wait to start. I picked a piece of white snow first, and my sister also picked a piece. Then I first took a handful of snow and made it into a small snowball, and then gradually added snow. After a while, the snowball was ready to roll. I started rolling on the white snow that I had chosen in advance. The snowball is getting bigger and bigger. When I picked up the head, my sister's snowman head was also ready, and it looked like she was about to start working on the body.
Doing bodywork is physical work. I quickly ran behind the door, picked up a shovel, and slowly piled up the snow. My sister also imitated me and worked very hard.
Soon I finished the snowman's body, then ran to the kitchen and got some beans. I said to my sister: "There are beans here, let's use them to make the snowman's nose and eyes." My sister said: "Great. ”
After a while, our snowman was finally piled up. Mom looked at the fruits of our labor and smiled happily.
This is the happy time my sister and I spend playing in the snow together.