Snow is nature's gift to mankind, a symbol of purity and innocence.
Look! This winter, goose feather snow, that is white, gentle, like rutabaga-like snowflakes fluttering in the sky ...... make me again up to the winter snowflakes of the kind of adoration only heart. Just see the drizzle, silver-white "pearl" sprinkled sky, like a fairy's skirt, and like the angel's white feathers.
The snow, the more it falls, the bigger, to the mountains and rivers and the earth covered with a thick layer of cotton, even our yard is no exception. Look! It's snowing so hard today, just right for a snowman.
I put on my hat, gloves, and scarf, put on a warm coat, and called my little neighbor, Gao Wenjue, and went downstairs to build a big snowman! The first step in building a snowman was of course to collect snow. I thought to myself, "What's so hard about collecting snow, isn't it just transporting it from one side to the other?
The first step in building a snowman is to collect the snow and transport it from one side to the other.
I used the first method is to have a hand to collect snow, but this method does not work at all, in a short while, my hand is red and swollen, cold. One is two, soon, Gao Wenjue and I came up with a second way: simply use the ready-made things around to transport it.
Gao Wenjue and I grabbed our umbrellas and went to a big tree, shaking the leaves on the branches, and the snowflakes on the leaves fell onto our umbrellas, but the umbrellas were easily damaged. At that moment, my grandmother brought a dustpan from upstairs for us to hold the snow. In a short while, we collected so much snow that we could build a snowman! With the snow, Gao Wenjue and I started to build a snowman. We snuggled the snow together and gently patted it with our hands to make it tighter.
Its snow-white body was spotless, giving the snowman a symbol of whiteness. We started to make the snowman's head, Gao Wenjue and I kneaded the snowman's head into a big circle, and embedded a pair of eyes on the top, with a long nose, and of course, a small cherry mouth.
We saw a snowman finished, but the snowman's head fell down in a short while, but after my neighbor Gao Wenjue and I worked hard, the snowman finally returned to its original form. Looking at our work, I showed a smile of relief, because this is my neighbor Gao Wenjue and I together to complete the work, I will cherish a moment of good times! 2. Only to see the sky and the earth between the white blanket, the snowflakes fluttering down from the sky, the surrounding area like pulling up the white tent, the land immediately became silver.
I can't help but think of a poem "Suddenly, the spring breeze comes, thousands of trees, thousands of pear blossoms" is really beautiful! The snowflakes white as jade, it is the heavenly palace sent down the little generals, or the moon palace laurel tree fell on the jade leaves? Snowflakes like a beautiful jade-colored butterfly, like dancing like drunk; like blowing down the dandelion; like floating like flying; like the angel reward gift of small white flowers; suddenly scattered and gathered, floating, gently full, worthy of the earth's masterpiece! I saw the snowflakes in front of me as naughty as butterflies, a moment to fall under the eaves, a moment to fall on the tree branches, but also from time to time floating in the face of the pedestrians. The snow is falling, that a snowflake dancing in the air in various poses, or flying, or circling, or straight and fast fall, laying on the ground.
Snow makes people feel only one word - cold. The earth is silver and white, a clean, and the snowflakes are still like willow, like cotton, like goose feathers drifting from the sky.
Snow, covered with roofs, roads, broken branches, hidden the appearance of all kinds of objects, blocking the road and traffic, snow flakes flying in the sky, so that heaven and earth dissolved into a white one. The snow is coming down.
What a beautiful snowflake. In the early winter just came, snowflakes in time to report the arrival of winter.
At the end of the class, the students ran to the playground, some cheering, some jumping, some open hands to catch the flying snowflakes. Behold, look quickly, the snow covered the earth.
In the sky, on the ground, everywhere is snow. White earth, white houses, white woods.
White snow, I love you, I love your purity. You have decorated the earth in silver and white, how beautifully you have dressed it.
Thank you.
2. Write a composition is to write the snow about 350 wordsSnow, fluttering down from the air, as if countless butterflies flying, but also like willow flakes gently fluttering, heaven and earth are one.
At noon, I ate lunch, pull open the curtains to see, ah, the scene in front of me surprised - outside actually under the snow, at this time I y appreciate the meaning of the idiom "goose feather snow". I looked out the window out of focus, and when I came back to my senses, there was another scene in front of me. The snow is still falling, the roof, tree branches, the road are covered with a thick layer of snow. Outside quietly, as if only snowflakes in the gently falling, in the staging of a good show, really like a silver kingdom of pink makeup. The road like a thick carpet, step on it issued a "creak creak" sound, leaving a series of deep footprints. The world covered with snow and ice is very enchanting.
Children have come downstairs to play snowball fights, snowman. The laughter attracted the snow, and their hair and nose were covered with small snow ends. I was also attracted to the downstairs. Stretching out my hand, a snowflake fell on my hand, cool, gentle, soft, kinda comfortable! The snowflakes are hexagonal, composed of many small snow end together, I do not know is the heaven of the gods have such ingenious design.
Snow, still keep falling, like pearls, crystal clear, like goose feathers, flurry, like the sky in the elves, naughty and cute, like willow flowers, from the sky ......
At this time, I think of the distant mountains, snow-covered in her gentle undulating curves, she will be a silver If you go into the mountains to enjoy the snow at this time, it is like entering the fairy tale world!
Snow, like the melodious music, deep and beautiful poetry, brings joy to the children, but also allows us to enjoy a "beautiful picture of snow.
3. write snow essay is also 350 wordssnow matters
text: long hair to meet the sky
North. Winter. String moon. Neon rainbow. The first snow begins to drift.
One sits behind a curtain of snowy mist, listening to the sound of snow falling. The falling dead leaves were quickly covered by the snow, like a grain of dust instantly disappeared, along with my memories, together with the sinking.
It seems that every winter is spent this way, curled up in their own warm cottage, pointing a curling lamp, listening to music, sipping steaming tea, reading a favorite book, looking out the window sliding through the wind, rain and snow, a year, a year, a year, a year and a week. I would like to be so perched in their own castle, quietly watching the years, such as water passing. I don't know whether the traces of the years have been hung on my face, whether they have been carved in my heart. I know that one day, my eyes will no longer be as clear as snowflakes. Years after a heavy snow, whether it will remember the year that the woman behind the snow curtain, once the past, such as the snow of the heart.
Lift your eyes and look at the pedestrians on the road, each in a hurry. The winter solstice has not yet arrived, at this moment the cold is not yet piercing, must be a person walking alone on the road, look at those who will fall not fall the remnants of the leaf fluttering, will feel a little desolate, will feel the warmth of the home, will involuntarily accelerated the pace of footsteps. I remembered the old poem, "The dog barks at the wood door, and the man returns home at night in the wind and snow". When I think of this, I can't help but laugh, not at others, but at myself. Sitting in the house all day long, the real and the unreal have been blurred to distinguish, many scenes obviously never experienced, and will never be realized, but also inexplicably familiar and palpitation. As if wings were born in my heart, traveling through time and space, floating, flying through the journey for me. The original imagination can also be so real, can also be so ridiculous.
Suddenly remembered an old song many years ago: the emotions collected, so that memories leave a blank, forget the past that once had, and never, never say love again ...... like these simple old songs, just a few words will solve all the sadness. When the promise of the year, can be realized will have a few sentences? I don't know, and I can't prove it. Just know that it can no longer bring the slightest excitement or dizziness, such as fireworks blooming in the night sky, the beauty belongs to her only a moment, the gusty winds blowing away, the prosperity of the curtain, all return to nothing.
The moonlight and snow shadow shook the window, sprinkled in the window table, sprinkled on my forehead, moisturizing my soul. Fingertips fluttering again, pouring out her loneliness. But it is a game and a dream, just such a game rules are impermanent, such a dream, see the other side, but can not swim across. The play is wonderful, the time to play, the time to fall curtain. This game is very helpless, from clear to fuzzy, from spring flowers to autumn dew. Like a wisp of wind, a scene of snow, sinking and floating at will, not knowing how the direction is, not knowing where the end is.
"Going in spite of going, coming in spite of coming; going to come in the middle, and how the rush?" Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Rush" makes me sigh, it turns out that everything is destined to be in a hurry, poor my life, but also can not chase.
The snow outside the window has lived. I stopped at the same place, like a tired butterfly, unable to fly away.
2003.11.15
4. Composition about snow (can also be said to be a diary) about 300 wordsThis is the first snow of winter, and the first snow in the middle of 2005. At six o'clock in the morning, I just got up and heard my father say that it was snowing outside! After I heard that, I rushed to the window to take a look, ah! I saw the sky and the earth in a blanket of white, snowflakes fluttering down from the sky, like pulling up a white tent around, the earth immediately became silver. I can't help but think of a poem "Suddenly the spring breeze comes, thousands of trees and thousands of pear blossoms" is really beautiful! The snowflakes are as white as jade, is it a small general sent down from the heavenly palace, or is it a jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the moon palace? Snowflakes like a beautiful jade-colored butterfly, like dancing like drunk; like blowing down the dandelion; like floating like flying; like the angel reward gift of small white flowers; suddenly scattered and gathered, floating, gently full, worthy of the earth's masterpiece! Just see the snowflakes in front of me like a butterfly as mischievous, a moment to fall under the eaves, a moment to fall on the tree branches, but also from time to time floating in the face of the pedestrians. Look, the snow people, no, is the energetic students, chasing, running, jumping, laughing, and the pines stand side by side. The snow fell even harder, turning into goose feather snow. My classmates and I went out of the classroom, ran to the playground, no matter how cold it was, how heavy the snow fell, even if the snow was too big for our hot faces, we didn't care, because we were too happy, too happy! We can have snowball fights and build snowmen. Snow is the messenger of winter, especially this first snow, it forecast the arrival of winter, I love snowflakes, because it is beautiful, pure, selfless, can bring joy to the earth .
5. Help me find an article with the title Snow"Look, it's snowing!" I was attracted to the sound of the corridor, look out, it is indeed good, very small snowflakes slowly falling, my heart can not help but give birth to a minute of joy, looking forward to it to bring us a really big snow, and a short time later, the city has been gently covered with a layer of this gentle snowflakes. Each snowflake is gently circling down, into a layer of snow on the ground a small part of each snowflake and converge to make the earth silver beauty.
In the face of snow, I want to recite a few lines of learned poetry, but how can not think of. It seems that what nature has given us cannot be expressed in words. Though I can't speak, I can listen, however, to the sound of snow.
The snow fell one after another, that piece of snowflakes in the air dancing in various postures, or flying, or hovering, or straight and fast fall, laying on the ground, at this moment, everything is beautiful, a are silent, standing in front of the window, that piece of snowflakes laughter but in my ears ringing. Their joy, I can hear.
The snow has not yet stopped, the children can not help but come out to play, snowball fights, snowball, although the snowflakes are still drifting, they defy the parents' objections, play with joy, filled with the joy of childhood. Snow let us pinch them into fluffy snowballs, and then smashed each other to and fro. His body was smashed and splashed around, but they never complained, giving us joy, is its joy. It gives us the warmth of our hearts with its unique language, a voice that I can hear.
Snow is a sign of good fortune, the first eight days of the New Year snow should be a good omen for the year. Snowflakes slowly falling, with the sound of firecrackers, giving people a joyful celebration. I like to quietly look at the snow, see the snow quietly fall, listen to the faint sound of snow, the heart will have a peaceful and happy feeling. I see another group of children having a snowball fight, dodging left and right on the road. I see the lawn, a layer of snow covering the young leaves, protecting them. The sound of their pride at carrying this burden is audible to me.
The pure snow on the ground was basking in the sunlight, enjoying its last moments of joy. Are they crying over their dying lives? No, they are smiling and proud that they have accomplished their mission and sown joy to the earth. Dedicated their lives and played to their strengths, they are great, and I can hear the joy in their lives.
And then in the snow, let us stand in front of the window, listen with all your heart to a life legend
6. What are the articles about snowThe sun is bright, but the wind is very strong, the Ruijin Road on the Phacelia tree leaves finally almost fall, the girl had asked me over and over again, brother, winter is coming?
Yes, the newspaper said it was going to snow in Nanjing on Friday, so maybe winter has really started.
You said that snow is good, you like snow the most, but is it snowy?
I said, not much, it is a small snow, fall to the ground on the invisible.
You pouted and said, "It's not as good as it sounds, but it's not as good as it sounds.
Yes, the earth is too impatient, and does not want to accommodate the seeds of the sky.
As if the mood of each winter is like frozen water, transparent and dense. Then thought of Bendrix's tune "First Snow", as soft as snow, as clear as water, as beautiful and sad as love. So, the tune is selected as the background music of the bridge version, perhaps listening to people have their own understanding, but this music does penetrate the soul, so that you have never had a quiet and peaceful.
I remember in December 2001, drinking alone in a bar in Xinjiekou, very lonely and depressed. When I was mindlessly drinking that day, the host said he had drawn me a prize. The prize was a mug with a Christmas snow scene painted on the outside, filled with hot water and the sound of music. By the time I walked down the street with the mug in my arms, snow had surrounded the city. Dense snowflakes fell silently from the unseen sky, falling all over my clothes and all over my body. I raised my cup and filled it with this early winter snow, only, the music was frozen at this time.
From then on, this music cup became a kind of companion. I've been trying to escape from my work, but I don't have the courage to do so. But I didn't have the courage to do so.
I always like to wrap myself like a box that has lost its code and can't be opened, and there is always an insurmountable barrier between me and others. I like to be alone, I like to be sad, I like to walk alone under the city wall, that is the scenery of a person.
These are the first time I've ever seen a person with a high level of skill, and I've never seen a person with a high level of skill, and I've never seen a person with a high level of skill, and I've never seen a person with a high level of skill, and I've never seen a person with a high level of skill, and I've never seen a person with a high level of skill.
In February 2003, I went to a live broadcast of the Nanjing edition of the gathering, met the host Han Yilan. Her eyes are melancholy, and she had a particularly good impression of me, that feeling is actually really a little heart to heart. Just like me and my college counselor, she is a few years older than me, but we can find this feeling between us. The feeling is indescribable, but the heart is touched. The touch was purely a spiritual appreciation, a closeness. We drank a lot of wine that day, white wine, beer, Northeast sorghum wine, foreign wine, red wine. When the party broke up, everyone was stunned that snow had somehow covered the ground. These adults laughed and laughed in the snow, opening their arms to let the snow melt on their faces.
On Huaqiao Road, Han made her way through the snow, and her running back is still imprinted in my mind. Because I have not seen her since then, and now she is in the distant France. That is a country full of romance, I think she can only be true to her temperament there. When I came back, I wrote a poem and posted it on their page to her, this cabbage heart sister.
There is no lover in the snow
Is it you
In the shadow of the snow
The sound of every piece of white touched by the hand
The snow is silently melting
It seems to me that I'm holding the teardrops of your tears
The coldness that is hotter than the fire
It can burn me without a trace
It can also hang me in the early morning
And it can burn me without a trace. It can hang me on the eaves of the morning
Waiting for the lips of the birds
To take me to the sky
With your beautiful, sad dance
You beat the faces of those who yearn for the spring
And they laugh
Like the loneliness you hide in your eyes
Only you can know
When I won't lie to you
When I won't lie to you
When I won't lie to you
When I won't lie to you
When I'm not lying to you
When I won't lie to you
I'm running like a fool
My body is imprinted all over the earth
Even in the most unlikely places
I'll leave every drop of my blood behind
As a signpost for you
I can't afford to miss you again
My lover, do you know that
I'm afraid that the snow will stop falling. >
I'm afraid that when the snow stops
I won't be able to find you again
These are the two snowy memories that stick in my mind. We all love snow, and snow makes you think of beauty, of the most beautiful thing in your memories, of love, or maybe of not loving. Melancholy and tears are also a kind of beauty in winter, just like the euphonious life-and-death plot in Winter Sonata.
I rarely write my own words in this year, today is the only one, even though I am now in the work, I still wear ear pulse, listening to the "first snow", immersed in their own world. The more time one has to belong to everyone, the more one must turn around and find oneself. Even their own can not be found, you may have to doubt the need for their own existence
7. I am snow essayHello everyone! First of all, I introduce myself: I am colorless and tasteless, just very white and pure.
I have six petals, just not as colorful as flowers. Many people say I am a symbol of purity.
I come and go in a hurry. Guess who I am.
I am snow! I come down to earth on time every winter. It's time for me to land.
I saw many friends from afar who greeted me! In an instant, I covered the earth. I had not seen my friends for a long time.
Huh? Why is the big brother of the house green in the face? The big brother of the house said, "I am sick and a little cold. I came to the big tree.
He confided in me, "Hey Cher, I don't have a nice evening dress, can you don't me? I gently blew, the big tree put on a silver party dress. I came to the front of the crops to give it a beautiful dress, I winter dead so the bugs, the crops uncle said: "Thank you for helping me."
I bring people happiness, good luck, really good luck snow ah! I also fell on the People's Square. A large group of children ran out in the snow.
They wore hats, gloves and down jackets, and ran happily, leaving small footprints in the snow. I saw a little girl reading in the snow, and look how lonely he was! I went down for a day and a night the sun rose and melted me I reluctantly left.
8. If I were a piece of snowIf I were a piece of snow, there are a lot of wonderful things in the world, some real, some false, imaginary. If I were a snowflake, I would prefer to be a silent, unattended snowflake. Because I have a newer understanding of snow. If I were a snowflake, I would be hexagonal in shape, like an icy flower. I wonder what artisan has made jade so beautiful? I should thank nature for its skillful craftsmanship. We are flying in the sky, just like the willow flakes in spring. On the branches of the trees, we look like cotton balls, or like fluffy, shiny, silver flowers. On the road, we form a jade belt stretching far away. Ah! The world is so beautifully decorated by us. If I were a piece of snow. I would flock with my companions into the hands of children, or drift down to the ground to form a blanket of snow. Mischievous children step on our bodies and leave a luscious little footprint on us, row by row, column by column, so cute! Some of the children rolled us into balls and threw them at the children across the street, and as soon as we touched the children's shirts, they immediately shattered, like glass hitting the bottom. The "injured" kids also grabbed us and threw us into the air. Oh, yeah! Someone else got hit, and soon we were too much for the kids to stop playing with. If I were a piece of snow. I would drift into the sleeping fields and form a thick quilt with my companions to protect the wheat seedlings in the fields from the wind. There is a saying: cover three layers of quilt this year, the next year to sleep on the pillow buns. It means that if there is a snowfall this year, there will be a good harvest of wheat next year. People also gave us a nice name: RuiXue. As long as we are here in winter under a snow, next year the farmers will hold a big bundle of wheat bundles laughed it! When Miss Spring comes, the earth will slowly wake up, and we will gradually melt into water in the warm spring light. But the thirsty earth to drink the first mouthful of water is our snow into, flowing into the stream of the first water is also our snow melted into. I really want to be a snowflake because it is always quietly give their own, although it will eventually melt, and do not get the praise of others, but every winter it is still persistent drifting down to the ground, never stop. I love snowflakes, love its exquisite appearance, but also love it that silent, selfless spirit.